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CHAPTER 10

THINK LATER BY TATE MCRAE

Parker Thompson:

“I think that I like what you’re thinking,” she smiles with her eyes closed, laughing to herself.

I don’t talk to her anymore. I pull her back to me with my hand still on her throat. I can feel her pulse under my fingertips. It’s like thunder through her veins. It’s completely fueling me right now. My own ear-shattering heartbeat thumps through my own head. Her hands move now and my chest burns hot the second her fingers move under the hem of my shirt, touching my skin for the first time. She holds onto me, stabilizing herself. There’s no point in doing so because both of us are in a whirlwind of heavy breathing and mind-shattering kisses. I barely take a breath just so I can keep my lips on hers.

“Ahem,” I hear next to us and I clench my jaw tight while she backs away.

She turns to the side and I glare when I look, wondering why the fuck anyone would interrupt. It’s Dakota, that’s why.

“Aw, hi, Dak,” she smiles and I keep my glare trained on her best friend.

He smirks at me, “Hi, Baby. Hate to interrupt but the girls are about to come over and ask you to ride the bull. Didn’t know if you wanted them to see you two getting… acquainted.”

He looks between the two of us, and I don’t think I would care if Bellamy Archer walked into the bar himself right now, I would’ve kept her lips on mine. Even if the world stopped spinning, I would’ve kept my lips on hers. Sounds like the perfect way to go out, kissing Brianne Archer.

“Good idea!” she cheers. “I want a margarita.” She looks at me, and I nod my head.

“Yes ma’am,” I mumble, my eyes looking at her lips before I press my thumb to her bottom lip. “Go to your friends, I’ll meet you over there with a drink,” I tell her, and she cheers, and scoots through the people surrounding us to her friends who are making their way over to us.

“How are you feeling, hot shot?” Dakota smirks leaning against the bar with me as I wait for the bartender.

I can’t believe he’s making small talk with me as if he didn’t just interrupt the most important moment of my life to date.

“Homicidal…” I mumble.

“Get over it, grumpy pants. Take her home later, do that shit behind closed doors,” he tells me.

“She made the first move. For the record,” I tell him.

He raises his eyebrows, a smirk on his lips, “I’m sure I’ll get the entire scoop in the morning. Don't worry, Thompson.”

Dakota nudges my shoulder and the bartender approaches, taking another drink order from us. I get a margarita for Brianne, picking up on the fact that she prefers tequila just like her best friend. Once we have our drinks, I follow him over to the mechanical bullpen. The girls are in line, all of them waiting. I stand with Dakota who is shamelessly flirting with the blonde guy who was dancing with Brianne earlier. He’s flirting back, his flannel shirt still unbuttoned showing off his muscles. I pretend not to notice, but I have a feeling Dakota won't be leaving alone. Good for him. Maybe that means I’ll get time alone with Brianne when we leave even if it’s only for a little bit, like our ride home together.

I don’t have to pretend to ignore the two of them when Bri bounces herself up to the bull. She’s definitely intoxicated—she has the same red glow on her face she had the other day when I ran into her in the hallway of her apartment. She’s smiling as she climbs onto the bull. The second it starts, its slow movement makes my face heat up, and so does my chest. She grinds into the bull, riding her hips, keeping them clutched to the mechanical bull. She rides the bull and I’m imagining things I shouldn’t. The way she’s moving, the way she’s fluid in her motions, and the way she’s smirking… She’s doing it on purpose. A whistle comes from across the pen and then cheers come from other guys. I said I’ve never been the jealous type but that’s because until tonight, I’ve never felt the need to be jealous. I need her off of that fucking bull.

“You better get your girl…” Dakota talks over his shoulder, his voice suggestive.

She’s not my girl, but the way my jeans feel exponentially tighter around my groin than they did when I got here… I’m fucking acting like it. I clench my jaw and sigh deeply, watching as she rolls her hips one last time, then the bull turns and she falls, her hair whipping around her. She jumps up and moves back to the exit, surrounded by her friends.

“I’m serious, you better go over there because someone else is going to get to her first,” Dakota tells me a little more seriously now.

I move toward the exit of the riding area, and there’s already a guy standing there making eyes at her. I cut directly in front of him and pass her the drink she wanted, though I don’t think it’s a good idea. She’ll probably regret it in the morning. She takes the drink from me and smirks as she puts the straw between her tempting lips. I eye her, scouring up and down her body. Her hair is messier and tousled now. Her eyes are saying a million things and my mind is racing.

“Come on…” I motion for her to move away from the eyes surrounding us.

I move her in front of me, keeping my hand on her hip as we walk. Her butt skims over my groin as we walk, making this so much worse for me.

“Was it fun?” I lean down, talking right in her ear.

“I would have more fun riding something else,” she tells me, and my cock physically twitches in my fucking pants as she looks over her shoulder at me, her round eyes staring at me like a fucking vixen.

I take a deep breath as I stare at her, and shake my head.

“You don’t like that idea?” she asks, a fake pout on her lips as she turns around, her finger drawing down my chest.

I’m wondering if I should like that idea. I’m definitely intoxicated and she is too, but aren’t I supposed to be gaining confidence? Having fun, sleeping with people? “Doing college” as they say? She’s the only one exuding confidence in this situation and that’s not going to work for me. Enough with the quiet, to myself bullshit. She wants me. I really fucking want her. That’s reason enough.

“Finish your drink,” I tell her and she smirks.

“Why, Parker?” she asks, her voice more of a purr than anything else.

“You know why, drink it down, cowgirl. Let’s go.”

She laughs as she turns around and I jokingly give her ass a soft tap. She squeals and moves quickly to the bar, not taking her lip off of her straw as she drinks down her margarita. She puts the empty glass down on the bar and turns around, her back to the bartop. I stand with my chest to hers, getting the attention of the bartender to pay my tab. Her fingers roam under my flannel and I clench my jaw, trying to keep myself from groaning out loud at the feeling of her fucking fingers on my skin.

I’m going to need some serious restraint because it’s been a long time and she’s moving on me like she’s ready to pounce. This was not what I had planned. I hoped she’d maybe suggest that she likes me—that she’s interested. This is… so much more than that. My judgment might be slightly clouded. This might not be a very good idea but the feeling of her nimble hands on my body are switching up every signal my brain sends. My hands hold her hips and she stands on her tiptoes, her lips brushing my jaw as she leans up.

“Are your roommates going to—”

“Don’t worry about my roommates,” I tell her and move back to look at her.

She really doesn’t need to consider the fact that I’ve had plenty of nights hearing all three of them having more fun than I’d like to know about. It’s my turn and I’ll be fucking damned if the thought of my roommates potentially hearing is what stops me. The only thing that will stop me is if she says the words herself. End of story.

“Dakota!” she calls out and the bartender hands me my card.

“I think we’re going to head back to my place…” he tells Brianne, coming up to her with the employee.

“Howdy…” Brianne smirks as the worker nods his hat. “We were actually leaving… Um, just get an Uber, we can add two stops,” she tells him.

“And where will you be going?” Dakota asks her.

Her eyes are hazy as she laughs, dragging me behind her.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Dak,” She jokes. “What about the team?”

“I told them that Parker took you home because you got sick. I’m one step ahead of you, Baby,” he sighs and we don’t stop walking until we’re outside of the bar and on the curb.

There’s a line of unclaimed Ubers on the street as there usually is at popular bars in the city. We get inside a black Escalade. Brianne pulls me into the back and Dakota and his mystery man sit in front of us. I tell the Uber driver my address first since it’s closer and Dakota starts talking too, but I zone out because Brianne has laid her head on my lap and is laughing. Her body shakes as she laughs.

“This is exactly what I imagined my life would be like when I moved here,” she tells me and I smirk down to her.

“What’s that?” I ask.

“Living for the moment. Living in the moment. Happy Birthday to me,” she cheers and I stare at her.

I really look at the girl with her head in my lap. This isn’t the traditional way. This isn’t the way that I would normally do things because I normally don’t hook up with people. I also don’t normally make such a simple and easy connection. I never have. Not once in my life. I don’t want to ignore the attraction I feel. I don’t want to deny the attraction she’s showing me. I’d be the biggest idiot on the planet if I did.

“Are you going to stare at me or are you going to kiss me?” she asks and I keep my eyes locked on her, bringing my hand up to her.

My hand is giant compared to her face, but I run my thumb over her cheek anyway.

“I have every intention to kiss you until you can’t remember your own name, Brianne, but I have no intention of letting anyone else watch it happen,” I tell her.

“You didn’t seem to mind in the bar,” she whispers, her eyes set on my lips.

“Maybe I like it when you make the first move,” I tell her.

“Say less,” she speaks, leaning up, closing the gap between us once again.

I indulge in her perfect fucking lips, inhaling deep as she kisses me, the smell of vanilla and citrus engulfing us. A perfect combination for a perfect fucking woman. I have never wanted anyone to break the law but I wish more than anything the Uber driver would hurry the fuck up. Speed, I don’t give a fuck at this point. I don’t intend to sleep with her tonight. I’d welcome it but I don’t expect it.

I’ll take whatever the hell she gives but she is going to maneuver us through this. It starts with her and it ends with her. I want her to choose how this goes. I want her to make the moves she wants to make. I want her to lead and feel good and… And I want it to be about her. About what she wants. She tugs my bottom lip between her teeth and I press my forehead to hers, trying to fucking breathe but finding it incredibly hard. It feels like there’s not a single ounce of oxygen left in the entire car.

“Get a room,” Dakota mumbles.

“Trying,” Brianne tells him and kisses me again like she needs my lips on hers.

Kissing me as if she won't survive without it. I don’t know if time stops or speeds up. I don’t know what happens between the club and the car stopping in front of my apartment but the second we’re there, both of us are moving with purpose out of the back seat and onto the street.

“I’ll Venmo you for the Uber, bye,” Brianne leans forward, pressing a kiss to her best friend's cheek.

Dakota leans over the guy he’s taking home as we get out of the car.

“Bye!” She closes the door in his face and pulls me with her entire force so I’m moving behind her.

“Do you have any idea where you’re going?” I laugh and she stops.

“Actually, no. Go.” She moves around me and starts pushing me from behind.

I scan my key card into my building and lead her to the stairs. We walk up the flights of stairs until we’re walking down my hall and to my door.

“Are you sure your roommates aren’t going to… I don’t know, be a certain type of way toward me? Are they going to say something or are they going to try and talk to me? Do I have to lie or pretend? Do I need to know their names before I—”

I cover her mouth with my hand and nudge her. She slightly moves back, her back against my front door.

“I don’t think I want to hear another word about my roommates, got it?” I ask her and I feel her smirk under my hand.

“That was the hottest way anyone has ever told me to stop talking so much,” she tells me and I smirk as I open my door, for once opening it to quiet.

“I’d never tell you to stop talking,” I remind her and Xander is sitting on the couch by himself. Nico is sitting in the recliner and they are watching a movie that I don’t care to pay attention to. They both look over the back of the couch, their eyes moving from me to Brianne, then back to me.

“Drew?” I ask them.

“Out with his almost girlfriend,” Nico says.

I notice the smirk on Xander’s face and he just turns the volume up on the movie as we pass. Brianne pulls me with her hand down the hall. I’m never going to hear the end of this, but I don’t care. I turn her toward my bedroom. She walks in and closes the door behind me before I can even get a chance. She’s on me faster than lightning. Her lips are more persistent and I didn’t know that was possible.

“Bri—”

I can’t even get her full name out.

“Shhhh,” she mumbles against my lips, pulling me to my bed with her.

“Need consent, Sunshine,” I groan and she pulls back now, a smirk on her lips.

“Okay, how’s this?” She lets go, sitting on my bed with her legs crossed. She takes her cowgirl hat and places it over her heart. “I hereby swear to the sex gods that I allow Parker Thompson to… What was it… Kiss me until I forget my own name?” she jokes and I slowly walk toward her.

“You think you’re so funny,” I shake my head, approaching.

“I think I’m absolutely hilarious actually, probably the funniest person I know if I’m being honest.” While she speaks, I close the space, standing with my knees touching my bed, my hands now turning her face toward me.

“I’m serious. I need you to tell me yes when it’s okay and no when it’s not. You’ve been drinking and so have I so I need to make sure that this stays… That we stay safe. That you feel safe,” I tell her and watch her face soften.

“I do feel safe,” she tells me softly.

She sets her hat down next to her and reaches for the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to her. With her lips on mine, I feel her kick off her boots. I kick my shoes off as she backs herself up onto my bed and I would sooner die than break from her one more time tonight. I move with her, my body meshing with hers, the heat between us not settled but completely scorching. I’d happily burn if it was by her flame. If it feels this good I don’t know if anyone could turn it down…

She lays down full on my bed and I’m over her, my hand moving to the nape of her neck, keeping her lips attached to mine. My other hand moves to her waist and she arches her back against my chest.

“This?” I ask against her lips.

“Yes,” she’s breathless as she answers, her lips perfect as they speak the words I need to hear.

I move my knee between her legs, nudging them apart. The gasp she lets out against my lips sends every ounce of blood in my body rushing to my cock and I have never needed someone more than I need the girl underneath me. Sex wasn’t important while I wasn’t participating but with this feeling rushing through me, I feel like it’s all I’ve ever needed when it comes to her.

“Yes,” she says before I can even ask.

My lips are on hers, then her jaw, then her neck, and I can’t stop because the little sounds coming from her lips are so addictive you’d think they were fucking illegal. I suck on her neck and she moves my chest back. I stop and she pushes me back onto my own bed, taking the lead in this situation.

“You’re sure?” I ask and she settles her hips on my lap, heat radiating from between her legs.

“Are you?” she asks and I nod.

“I have a beautiful girl straddling me right now and you’re wondering if I’m sure?” I ask her.

“When you put it like that…” she mumbles and reaches forward, unbuttoning my shirt with purpose.

“What are you doing?” I ask her.

“Something I’ve thought about for the past week…” she mumbles, taking my clothes off, rolling her eyes as she looks at my chest.

“What?” I ask, almost offended by the attitude I’m receiving.

“You’re so hot it’s annoying. Jesus Christ,” she sounds genuinely annoyed and I lift my hands up.

“Sorry?” I question and she reaches for my belt buckle, not giving me a second to register anything before she gets it undone and also unbuttons my pants, tugging them down.

“This?” she asks, moving back up and I nod

“Yes,” I tell her, then her hand moves over the obvious bulge in my briefs.

“This?” she asks, her hand palming my cock.

I throw my head back at the euphoria that courses through me, “Fuck yes, Bri.”

I breathe, trying not to lose it. She undresses me and spits, letting her saliva coat my cock. She slides her hand over the head, making my body jerk.

“How about this?” she asks and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Yes,” I push the words out.

“And what about my lips, Parker?” she asks.

“I don’t even need to fucking answer that,” I tell her and she leans down.

She kisses me right under my belly button. I lean up on my elbows to watch as she makes her way to my hip bone, one of her hands still working my dick, her other tracing over the fern tattoo I have on my hip.

“I like this,” she tells me.

“How much?” I ask.

“This much.”

She leans down and kisses my hip bone and then slides her tongue over the tattoo, all the way down the V of my muscles. I keep my eyes on her despite how badly I want to throw my head back and indulge in this. She moves back, bringing her tongue to the base of my cock. She licks from the bottom straight to the tip and I clench my jaw at how good she fucking feels.

“Oh my fucking—”

“Shhhh,” she mumbles and takes my cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollow as she sucks the fucking life out of me.

“I’m going to need you to stop if you want to be fucked tonight, Brianne,” I tell her, wishing I didn’t have to.

“Who says I don’t want to be the one fucking you, Parker?” she asks, moving from my cock to her knees.

“Touch yourself,” she tells me and I just stare at her. “I’m about to strip for you, touch yourself, Parker.”

I take my dick in my hands and pump up and down slowly, my chest tight at the sight of her as she takes the hem of her shirt and lifts it up, pulling it off of her perfect fucking body. She’s wearing a fully lace black bra. It’s completely mesh and see-through. There’s extra lace covering her nipple, making a rose.

“Keep it on,” I tell her, knowing she probably spent good money on the piece of lingerie.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbles, a smirk on her lips.

She reaches for her pants and removes her belt, then her pants. She’s wearing matching underwear with a rose right over her perfect pussy. I stare at her, taking her in. She’s coated in muscle but still nimble, still delicate but absolutely perfect in every fucking way.

“Come here,” I tell her, letting my cock go, wanting her in my hands instead.

She crawls toward me and straddles me once more. I lean up, my arm slinking around her lower back, pulling her to me.

“You wear this on purpose? Are you trying to ruin my life, Brianne?” I ask her and she moves her hair to one side, her body perfectly fitting against mine.

“Not ruin it, just slightly alter it,” she jokes and I look up at her as I kiss her chest.

I kiss the center first, and then I bring both of my hands to her breasts instead, cupping her perfect handful of tits in my hands. She watches me, her eyes still hazy and dark.

“This?” I ask.

“Yes,” she whispers.

“And my mouth?” I ask her and she smirks.

“I don’t even need to fucking answer that question,” she tells me, repeating my words from earlier.

I move the lace down, revealing her nipples to me, her perky tits sitting perfectly. I bring my lips to her nipple and she arches her back against me, a moan finally escaping her lips. I need her like fucking water. I need her now. I swirl my tongue over her hard nipple and then, bring my mouth to the other, sucking it, then pulling it through my teeth. Her moan turns into a pant.

“Please…” she speaks out, and I nod.

“Condoms are in the drawer,” I tell her, having bought some after I was told I need to get fucking laid.

She leans over, opens the drawer, reaches for the box, and takes out a foil packet. She opens it herself, inspects the condom, and then leans back, rolling it over my cock. I part my lips and she leans up, placing herself and then sitting on my cock. Pleasure erupts all over my fucking body. My lips part at the feeling and she keeps her eyes on me, not letting them even close as she rides me just like she did the bull at the bar.

“This what you wanted?” I ask her, my hands moving simultaneously to grip her ass.

“Better than what I wanted. So much fucking better,” she breathes, throwing her head back.

She rolls her hips with so much fucking skill, so much purpose. My mind topples over itself trying to keep up with her movements. I can’t fucking do this. It’s going to cause absolute insanity. Women like Brianne Archer are the kind that start fucking wars. She’s fucking me like I paid for it and I have never been more appreciative of anything in my goddamn life.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She brings her face down to me, her forehead pressing to mine.

“I want to watch you. I want to see how good my cock makes you feel,” I tell her, that confidence I’ve never shown making its way to the surface.

If she can be in control, why can’t I make her experience better?

“Keep talking to me, please,” she mumbles, her lips brushing mine.

“You’re fucking me so good, Brianne. So fucking good,” I speak to her and she moans so softly I almost don’t hear it. I feel her, the contraction, the clench of her walls around my cock. “So fucking wet for me. You’re riding me so well. Good girl,” I speak the words and she gasps, her thighs clenching around mine and she cums, her lips parted against mine.

“You like it when I praise you? When I tell you how good you take my cock, Brianne? Is that what gets you off?” I ask her and she nods, her forehead pressed to mine.

“You’re so fucking big, you feel so…” she moans, still riding me and I can’t help myself anymore.

“I’m…” I mumble.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her orgasm still squeezing my cock.

I groan as I let my release barrel through me, knowing this would have lasted longer if I hadn’t been celibate for so long but also knowing that I did my job by making her cum first. She’s panting by the time we’ve ridden out both of our highs. She stops, my cock still buried in her. I rest my forehead on her shoulder, still trying to catch my breath.

“You are so fucking hot,” she speaks through deep breaths.

“Likewise,” I mumble.

I open my eyes and kiss her shoulder, her collarbones, and then I tilt her head down to me.

“Are you okay?” I ask her and she nods.

“I’m… I’m tired,” she admits.

“Then lay down,” I nudge her and she moves off of me.

“Pass me that…” She motions to my flannel and I hand it over, watching as she slinks it over her naked body and buttons it up haphazardly.

I discard the condom and don’t bother turning on the lights. I turn back to her and she’s curled up in my bed, hugging my throw pillow. ‘Yes you can!’ it reads. Well, yeah, I fucking did. My head is still cloudy and I don’t know if it’s from what just happened or the alcohol running through my system still. She blinks a few times, watching me pull sweatpants over my lower half, not putting a shirt on as I crawl over to her.

“You don’t care that I stay?” she asks in a whisper.

“Of course not…” I tell her.

I’m not a fucking monster. I’d never kick a girl out after sex, especially not Brianne fucking Archer. I spread my arm under the pillow she rests her head on, the side I normally find myself sleeping on. I’m not going to tell her that and I sure as hell am not going to make her move. She turns her back to me but finds my hand under the pillow. She folds my arm over her chest. I angle my body to her, and within what feels like seconds, she’s sleeping. I’m left to wonder how the hell I can make sure I can keep the girl lying in my bed…