Vulnerable Pieces (Cape Isle, #4): A Cape Isle Novel Page 8

He laughs as he follows me to the kitchen.

  I walk in to find my bowl of fruit laying on the floor and Coconut still glaring at me from her perch on the counter. “You are so dramatic,” I mumble.

  “I knew I’d heard you talking.”

  “Parker meet Coconut.” I gesture between them before grabbing her can of food out of the cabinet. I hold my breath as I open the can and mush it into a bowl. When I turn around, I see that Parker is holding her while stroking her fur and she is purring so loudly I can hear her across the kitchen.

  I stop and stare with my mouth hanging agape. “How did you do that?”

  “How did I do what?” he asks in confusion.

  I point between the two of them. “Any of that. She barely lets me touch her and I don’t think she’s ever let me hold her.”

  “She’s your cat,” he says slowly.

  “I know she’s my cat, but I think she hates me.”

  He laughs and continues stroking her back. I watch in amazement as she burrows deeper into him. “Maybe she’s still getting warmed up to you.”

  “I’ve had her for almost two years.”

  He throws his head back and laughs.

  “It’s not funny,” I say as I place her food on the floor.

  He gently sets her down and brushes the cat hair off of his shirt, as he walks over to me.

  I glare at Coconut as she walks over to her food bowl and begins to eat.

  “That’s pretty damn funny, Freckles.” He is still chuckling as he grabs my hips and pulls me into his arms.

  “What are you doing?” I place my hands on his sides and look up at him.

  “Touching you.” His hands run up and down my back and my body automatically responds by trying to get closer.

  Damnit. I hate that I have this reaction towards him.

  “So, you did come over just for sex?”

  “No. I came over to spend more time with you, but if we wind up in your bed I certainly won’t mind,” he whispers. His head bends down and he kisses my exposed collarbone. “I had fun with you on the beach today.”

  “Me too,” I respond without thinking. When he touches me, all rational thought goes out the window. I have no brain to mouth filter when his hands are on me.

  His mouth explores my neck and I sigh as I use his shirt to pull him closer to me. What in the fuck am I doing? Before I can voice that thought, his mouth meets mine and I moan as his tongue slips inside mine. One of his hands goes to my hair and he grips the strands in his fist, pulling just enough to make me almost instantly wet. I love it that he likes to be in control.

  He tilts my head and takes the kiss deeper. His taste is addictive and I kiss him like I’m starved for it. He groans down my throat and bites down on my lower lip before pulling back.

  “I swear to Christ I can’t get enough of you, Jenna.”

  That little admission is shocking to me. It’s said with such honesty that it makes me pause for a second. I have no clue how to respond to that because this is supposed to be a simple and easy arrangement. We sleep together, we get off, and we go about our business. Why does it seem like after only sleeping with him once that this is not going according to plan?

  I can feel his hardness against my stomach and his hand pulls at my hair again, pulling me out of my inner musings. His mouth goes back to my neck and he bites and licks at the sensitive skin. As long as he keeps doing that, I don’t give a shit about the plan.

  “Let’s go to my bedroom,” I mumble.

  Chapter Twelve

  Parker

  THE WORDS BARELY FINISH LEAVING her mouth before I’m picking her up. Her legs wrap around my waist and her center rubs against my hard cock. I moan as I carry her to her bedroom, my mouth still working at her neck. She tastes fucking delicious everywhere.

  I really didn’t come over here with the intention of sleeping with her. I can’t explain why, but I just want to spend time with her and every time I’m around her I can’t keep my damn hands off of her body.

  I walk into her dark bedroom and lay her down across the bed. I lean back and her hands quickly untuck my shirt, running them up my abs. I suck in a sharp breath as she uses her nails to gently scratch down my stomach. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the side before laying down on top of her and taking her mouth in another deep kiss. Her hands go to my head and she holds me in place and we devour each other. I finally pull back and look down at her. Her pouty lips are swollen and wet. Her eyes are at half-mast and they have a heated look.

  Her hands pull at my hair as she tries to pull me back down to her lips.

  I chuckle and sit all of the way up on my knees. “So greedy. Are you already wet, Freckles? I bet you are.”

  She watches me as I run my hands up her thighs, lifting her dress as I go. She reaches for my belt and opens it. My hand slides over her panties and she stills her movements as I run my finger down the soaked fabric at her center. “You are very wet. You have ruined these panties, naughty girl,” I tease.

  I move my hands away and she makes a sound of distress as I stand up from the bed. I chuckle as I take her foot and remove her shoes. “Be patient.”

  She sits up on her elbows and looks at me. “Patience is not a virtue I possess.” Her voice is raspy with need and it makes my cock jump in my pants.

  “Well, we need to work on that.” I toss her shoes to the side and finish taking off my shorts before joining her back on the bed. I crawl between her legs and pull her dress up over her stomach. I kiss up her thighs and right above her sexy black underwear. Her hands go to my hair and she tries to pull me up. I take them in mine and pin them above her head, as I lean over her body. I grind my hardness against her center and we both moan in response.

  “Keep these right here or I will tie them to the bed.” Her eyes flare at my words and I have to tame down my excitement at seeing how much that affects her. I find the zipper of her dress on her side and I pull it down slowly as I watch her face. Her hips keep moving off of the bed as she tries to find some relief. “Sit up.”

  She does as I say and I pull her dress up over her head. I toss it towards the chair beside her bed and look down at her naked breasts. “Do you have something against bras?”

  “Are you complaining?” she asks with a chuckle.

  “Hell no.” I gently push her back down and kiss down her throat. Her back arches and I smile against her skin. I lick and bite my way to her nipple, using my tongue to circle around it before blowing. It puckers even more and I take it into my mouth, giving it a gentle bite. I use my hand on her other breast and she moans in response. Her breaths are coming out in pants and her hands grab onto the back of my head, again.

  I look up at her. “What did I say, Freckles?”

  She smirks as she drops her arms back above her head. “Oh. I forgot.”

  I know what game she’s playing. She wants to see if I will actually tie her up. I don’t think I’ve ever had this much fun in bed with someone before. Every woman I’ve been with has always seemed to be putting on a show, but not Jenna and that turns me on even more.

  I go back to teasing her breasts, before kissing my way down her stomach. I use my tongue to circle her belly button and my hands go to her hips. I pin them to the bed as I lay between her legs and stare up at her. Her beautiful whiskey-colored eyes are staring down at me, watching my every movement. Her arms are crossed over her head and she is gripping onto the pillow. Her chest is rising and falling quickly causing her breasts to shake with every breath. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

  Lowering my mouth to her center, I lick her through her panties. I have to tighten my grip on her hips when she tries to lift them closer to my mouth. Her legs drop to the side, giving me more room and I use my arm to hold her down as I use my other hand to move her panties to the side. I swipe my tongue through her wetness trying to taste as much of her as possible before sucking her clit into my mouth.

  She moans loudly when I push two fingers in
side of her. Her inner walls immediately clamp down on me and I have to push my cock into the bed to try to relieve the ache that comes from just remembering what that feels like when I’m inside her.

  I lick, suck, and bite at her sensitive clit as my fingers move slowly in and out of her. She only lasts a minute before her hands come to the back of my head. I smile against her as I pull my fingers completely from her body, and I sit back on my knees. She realizes her mistake almost instantly and puts her hands back above her head.

  “Please don’t stop,” she begs.

  I slap the outside of her thigh and she moans again. “I warned you, Freckles,” I say smirking down at her.

  I stand from the bed and make my way to her bathroom. I grab the tie from her silk robe before walking back to her bedroom. Her hands are still above her head and her hips are moving across the sheets.

  She watches me as I pull my underwear down my legs and I crawl back on the bed. Her eyes go to the tie and they widen in response. I lean down over her, caging her in with my arms.

  “Are you okay with this?” I ask. I need to know that she trusts me enough to do this. When I first said it, I meant it as a joke, but when I saw that heat in her eyes I knew I wanted this. I study her eyes and I see lust and curiosity, but no fear.

  She quickly nods her head. “Yes.”

  I sit back and hold out the silky fabric. She places her arms out in front of her and watches me as I loop it around her slim wrists and make a quick knot. Sliding my fingers beneath the fabric, I make sure it’s not too tight. I can feel her eyes still on me and I glance back up at her as I lay her arms back above her head.

  “You okay?” I whisper.

  She nods her head and tilts it to the side. My mouth meets hers and I kiss her roughly as I hook my hands into the side of her panties. She lifts her hips and I slide them down her long legs. I was going to take my time teasing her some more, but I can’t wait another second to be inside of her. I place one of my hands beside her head and I stroke my cock with the other.

  Jenna looks down to watch me and licks her lips. There are beads of pre-cum leaking from the tip and I collect the moisture before bringing my finger to her lips.

  “Open.”

  She stares into my eyes as she opens her mouth and I slip my finger inside. She sucks my finger clean and moans.

  “Do you like the way I taste, Freckles?”

  She nods her head and I remove my finger from her mouth.

  “I like the way you taste too. You are fucking delicious.” I move my dick through her wetness, making sure to bump against her clit.

  “Please,” she begs.

  I move down to her opening and slide inside. “God, Jenna. You are so fucking perfect.”

  I drop down to my elbows, holding her hair in one hand and holding her hands above her head in the other. I push deeper and she lifts her legs around my back. Her heat surrounds me and it takes everything in me to go slow so I don’t hurt her when all I want to do is fuck her into this mattress. My pelvis touches hers and I give her a second to adjust before pulling back until I’m almost falling from her body. I thrust hard and she arches her back. Her eyes slip closed and my hands tighten in her hair.

  “Open those beautiful eyes, baby.” I set a steady rhythm, trying to hold back the orgasm I can already feel tingling in my spine. I can feel her tightening around me and I know she’s getting close.

  “Harder,” she moans.

  “Fuck.” I sit up and find her clit with my thumb. I rub circles on the swollen bud and I speed up my thrust. Her legs lock around me and she throws her head back. Her inner walls are squeezing me so Goddamn tight that I have to bite my lip to keep from coming. I continue my strokes until I can’t hold back anymore and I come with a deep moan.

  I drop down on top of her, careful not to crush her with my weight. We are both panting heavily and our bodies are shaking. Jesus Christ, this woman is going to kill me. I seriously didn’t think it could get better than the first time, but I was proved wrong.

  I gently kiss her neck and reach up to untie her wrists.

  “You okay?” I ask in a quiet voice as I rub her hands.

  She nods her head and smiles. “Yeah.”

  I chuckle and bend down to kiss her forehead. I slip from her body and roll over onto my back. Grabbing her hip, I roll her over on top of me.

  She burrows herself into my chest and I smile. Jenna tries to act so tough all of the time and I love that I get to see this side of her: the side that likes to be held, the side that is gentle and sweet. In the short amount of time I’ve known her, she has begun to change my life without even trying. I can’t tell her how much she is starting to mean to me because I know she would run, but I can’t imagine what things would be like if I hadn’t met her. That’s a scary thought because I don’t know if she will ever truly care for me or if I will always be someone she holds at a distance.

  I push all of those thoughts away and pull her closer. I’ll worry about it later. Right now I’m going to enjoy the rare moments that she lets me hold her.

  I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. I drift off to sleep with a smile on my face and hope that one day she will let me inside that head of hers.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jenna

  I WAKE UP THE NEXT morning in a panic. Not only did I over sleep, but there is a warm body lying next to me. The sun is shining brightly through my bedroom window and I peak over at my alarm clock. Shit, it’s already seven o’clock and I’m suppose to be at the bakery by seven thirty.

  The warm body next to me moves, and Parker wraps his arm around my waist. He pulls me back to him and buries his face in my neck. I can feel his hard on against my ass. Part of me wants to scoot closer, but luckily the logical side of my brain reminds me that I’m already late for work. I try to move away, but his grip on my waist tightens.

  “What are you doing? I have to go, I’m late. Why in the hell are you still here anyway?”

  “Because I like your bed,” he mumbles in a voice rough with sleep. It sounds sexy as hell.

  “Well, that needs to stop happening. We have an arrangement.”

  I finally break free from his hold and stand from the bed. I hear him let out a sigh as I go to my dresser and grab a t-shirt. When I turn back around, he has his arms folded behind his head and my eyes drop to the sheet that is barely covering his dick. My eyes shoot back to his face and he is smirking at me.

  “Get up. I’ve got to go.”

  “You really are a ray of sunshine in the mornings, Freckles.”

  I roll my eyes and gesture towards the door. “You wouldn’t even know how I am in the mornings if you would leave at night.”

  “You cuddled up next to me and fell asleep first. It would have been rude for me to leave.” He stands from the bed and does nothing to cover his naked body as he searches for his clothes. I feel my face heat up and I turn away. Why does he have to be so damn hot? Those tattoos alone are enough to make the rational part of my brain take a vacation, but add in the rest of him and he’s fucking lethal.

  I hear what sounds like him putting on his pants and then I feel the heat of him at my back.

  “Are you okay?” he whispers in my ear.

  Damn him for being so damn sweet too. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m late for work.”

  He pauses like he wants to say something else, but doesn’t. His arms come around me and he hugs me to him. “Alright, I’ll let you get to it. I hope you have a good day.”

  I nod my head in response and he kisses the side of my neck causing chill bumps break out across my skin. After giving my body one more squeeze, he lets me go and walks towards the door. I watch his retreating form feeling something very close to longing.

  He turns to give me one last smile before disappearing down the hallway.

  Fucking shit. I have feelings for him. Feelings I was not suppose to have. This is why it’s a bad idea to sleep with people you aren’t in a relationship with.

 
I shake off all of those thoughts and make my way towards my bathroom. I don’t have time to analyze my screwed up life right now. I need to focus on somehow making it to work in the next thirty minutes.

  * * *

  My hair is still wet as Lexie opens the door for me.

  She eyes my appearance and smiles. “What happened to you?”

  “I over-slept,” I huff in annoyance as I make my way towards the kitchen.

  She laughs and shakes her head. “You never over sleep.”

  “I know,” I grumble.

  I walk into the kitchen and immediately start apologizing to Summer. “I don’t know how I over slept. I didn’t even hear my alarm this morning. I’m so sorry.”

  She quirks an eyebrow at me and shakes her head. “You’re fine, Jenna.”

  “It’s not fine,” I mumble to myself.

  She laughs and gestures towards the bowl of frosting. “Will you go ahead and frost the cooled cupcakes?”

  I nod my head in response and get to work. I need something to distract me. The more time I spend with Parker, the more I like him, and that wasn’t suppose to happen. This is suppose to be strictly about sex, but I can’t help how he makes me feel and that pisses me off.

  Summer and I work in compatible silence for a while. She likes to listen to Nora Jones a lot while we bake, and I find myself humming along to the words. Lexie comes into the kitchen around nine thirty with a wide smile on her face.

  “Jenna, you have some people here to see you.”

  Shit! I completely forgot that my parents were stopping by the bakery this morning.

  Summer looks up at me curiously.

  “It’s my parents. They came to see my grandmother this weekend and are headed back home today.”

  She smiles and wipes her hands on the towel. “I can’t wait to meet them.”

  Lexie chuckles and shakes her head. “It’s not just your parents. Parker stopped by for some coffee too.”

  My wide eyes meet hers before I quickly make my way up front. This is not good. This is not good at all. My grandmother already mentioned him the last night, and I already know my parents will love him which will in turn cause my mother to try to set us up. If she knew that we already had a friends-with-benefits thing going on, she would probably have a stroke.