Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (12 page)

“You naked, your sweetness, your tits, that beautiful face of yours—” His chiselled jaw clenched as he tipped his head back just a touch, “—are the definition of perfection.”

I knew he was building to a climax, and by opening my legs more and plunging my fingers in deeply, I helped it soar. The bed began to shake as he couldn’t contain his need as he watched my promiscuous show. The muscles in his body rolled and tensed, his breathing laboured and short.

“Oh fuckkk,” he hissed, pushing on my shoulder with his free hand and holding me in place as he came all over my tits. I worked faster at my clit, making myself come whilst watching his warm liquid spill onto my breasts. My moans came out loud and needy, and I tried to close my legs to suppress the sensation.

“No,” Parks barked as he bowed his head. “I want to taste you.” His tongue speared into my folds, parting them, tasting my arousal.

“Wade. God.” He had me coming again, all the while smearing his pleasure into my breasts with his hands. Gripping on to his head, I squashed his cheeks with my palms and rocked into him to ride out my orgasm. I hadn’t even had time to come back to earth and he was already onto his next quest. He took firm hold of my hips and flipped me onto my stomach, then gave my arse a slight smack as it came into view.

“I think your ass needs more of my attention.”

I was propped up on knees and elbows with my head dipped so I could look through my parted thighs. He grasped his, once again, hardened length and guided it in front of my backside. I was eagerly awaiting his entrance, but first he kissed and licked and teased. He plunged his fingers into my cleft, smearing my climax up and into my anal passage. Clearly, he loved my curvaceous rear. My hips were jerking. I was panting and rearing to go.

“Ready, baby?”

I bit my lip and groaned a yes. The head of his wide cock began to slide into me, and my breath caught, my eyes clenched shut, and my fingers crippled against the pillow above my head. I’d never had anal sex before Parks, and I wasn’t scared of it. I just wasn’t expecting the full-on, intense feeling of being opened in a way that felt so good yet so wrong.

Parks groaned as he sank into me balls-deep, cursing at how good it felt. My mind was blank, focusing on the fulfilment. The pleasure boarding on pain. My body heating to an impossible degree and tightening all at once.

“Relax, baby,” he ordered. At first it was hard to relax, but once I did, he started to move. It was slow, effortless, and sensual. I clawing the pillow above my head and chewed my bottom lip to death. But the more I relaxed, the faster his thrusts became. And the faster he went, the more I wanted it.
Hard
.

“Jesus Christ. Tell me how that feels, Evelyn,” Parks rasped over the sound of the bed thudding against the wall, and over my moans.

“So good. Harder.” My words were clenched through gritted teeth and caught Parks by surprise.

“You love my cock hard, don’t you, Princess?” His raw, erotic words got me every time and burst through me like a mass of scalding heat.

“I’m not a princess when you’re fucking me,” I snarled, almost angry at him. Even though it felt explicitly good, it also skimmed the line of pain. And that’s what I loved.

Parks took a chunk of my hair and pulled it back, making my neck arch, my back bend. “You’re still a princess; just a dirty one when you’re taking my cock.”

“Fucking hell,” I cried out, pushing my arse out to meet his thrusts. I was wild. He was fierce. We were feral. And the feeling was beyond words could ever describe.

“Oh Christ.” Parks’s control was slowly slipping as he was about to lose it to an orgasm. He pulled at my hair, causing me to cry out in delicious pain, working his hips relentlessly. His thrusts taking no mercy. His balls hit against the curve of my arse, making the slapping noise raw and sexy. But the sounds Parks made just before he was about to come were my undoing. He thrust into me deep and hard once more and spilled. The force of his pounding hit something inside me that triggered off my own orgasm.

“Evelyn.” My name fell from his lips in a rush. My cries got tangled in with his as he continued to thump into me until he was wrung dry.

Our bodies fell lifelessly onto the bed. My eyes closed, willing me to sleep forever. Parks slipped out of me, causing me to wince, then trailed gentle kisses up my back and across my shoulders before crashing beside me.

“Jesus, we fuck hard.” He smirked.

I was smiling on the inside, but my body was exhausted. I couldn’t physically muster up a grin. “Yes. We do,” I murmured into the pillow and fell asleep.

Chapter Twelve

Sunday morning I arose feeling exquisitely fragile. As I stretched out, my eyes blinked open when they came into contact with the morning sun. I already felt that Parks wasn’t beside me, so I pushed out of bed and slipped on one of his shirts and went on a mission to find him.

Downstairs, he was cooking at the oven in a pair of white boxer shorts. God, his arse was so tight and divine. The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic”
was playing in the background, and my smile widened instantly, my feelings buzzing like a swarm of bees.

“Morning,” I sang happily and realised that never in my life had I said
morning
quite like that.

Parks turned down the hob on the oven when I reached him and flashed me a billion dollar grin before bending down to kiss my forehead. “Morning, Princess. Sit down, breakfast is almost done.”

Slipping onto the barstool, I winced a tad when my arse hit the hard wood. “What are you making?”

“Boiled eggs.” He smirked, taking the saucepan from the hob and pouring the boiled water into the sink.

“You remembered?” The surprise in my voice was palpable.

“Of course I did.” He picked off the eggshell and took some bacon out of the grill, along with heaps of toast. “Would you like them with soldiers?” he teased, even putting the eggs into egg cups.

I giggled. “No thank you.” After plating up the bacon and placing the toast into a fancy toast holder, he brought them over to the table. “Crispy bacon, just how I like.”

Parks nodded at my gratitude. “Good. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my princess.”

My brow cocked, but I tried to hide it by picking up a knife to load my toast with butter.

“What?” Of course he questioned me as he slipped onto the barstool next to me and started to peel an orange.

“Could you stop calling me Princess? Because I’m not one.” I bit into the toast, then cut off the top of my boiled egg to dip it in.

“Evelyn,” he went on before throwing a piece of orange into his delectable mouth, “if you have a problem with me calling you a princess, then…” I raised my eyes to his, hoping he would say he would stop doing it. “Tough shit.” He shrugged, deliciously throwing another piece of fruit into his mouth.

I rolled my eyes, but I left it at that. Him and his damn names.

After breakfast, we went back to bed, acting like a normal couple. A normal couple that had no cares in the world. A couple that had been together for longer than a damn day. Only knowing him for a few weeks felt crazy to me because it felt like I’d known him my whole life. We were extremely comfortable around each other. Connecting on an intimate level. I wished the bliss I felt would last, but it was inevitable that it wouldn’t. If only we could ignore our demons that were lurking in our shadows, ready and waiting to pounce on our happiness.

“So, what are you doing today?” I asked, straddling him on the bed.

Parks slid his fingers up my thighs. “Sunday is my nothing day. It’s the only day I let myself have off.”

“You have a nothing day?”

“Hmm.” His smile mirrored mine. “And now it’s
our
nothing day.”

“Oh wow,” I teased. “Thank you for letting me into your nothing day.”

“You’re welcome.” His sexy chuckle vibrated against my nerves, making them shudder delightfully. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, feeling his exquisite abs and running my fingertips across the gorgeous treasure trail that started at his navel and ran vertically to his trimmed pubic hair. Oh yes, he was very much a unique specimen.

“What are you thinking?”

My cheeks flushed when I answered. “How beautiful you are.” His laugh gave me reason to believe he thought I wasn’t being sincere. “You don’t believe me?” I frowned.

“Oh I believe you.” I scoffed at his cockiness and let him continue. “I just can’t believe the pigheaded, stubborn woman I met only weeks ago is now telling me she thinks I’m beautiful.”

“Maybe she’s crazy,” I whispered.

“She is.” His smile was warm and genuine as he pulled me down to kiss my lips. “But I love her crazy.”

Every time I kissed his lips and rolled my tongue around his, my head would start to spin. Dizziness would kick in, leaving me light-headed. Parks was the most extraordinary kisser. Not just because he knew how to work his full, luscious lips, but because of the way his tongue danced erotically around mine. The way his hands would hold my face passionately and delicately. He knew how to seduce me by a kiss alone. And that was hard to accomplish.

“I know what we can do on our nothing day.” His eyes glistened with a dirty suggestion. He pulled at my shirt, making it slip off my curves.

“Watch episodes of
Breaking Bad
?”

He chuckled at my tease. “I’d rather watch a beautiful, curvaceous woman scream my name as I bury my cock inside her. Ride her deep. Hard. Fast. Slow. Feel her come around my dick.”

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. His dirty words alone did more to me than what any sex-ex could do to me in a night. And then some. “And do you know of any woman to do that to?”

He moved his hands up my thighs, squeezing, caressing. “She’s sitting right here, breathing deep because she’s turned on. Getting aroused as she straddles me and imagines what my cock can do for her.”

“Is that a fact?” My tone was weak. I wanted to bloody pounce on the stunning man that could turn me on by just looking into my damn eyes.

He slipped his thumb down my sex, making my back arch as he felt the wetness between my legs. “Hell yes,” he growled, pummelling me to the bed.

***

Sunday evening came, and we’d spent our “nothing day”
fucking. Senseless. Then he’d let me take a breather and we’d go at it again. I knew he was fit and strong, but Jesus. With him around, there was definitely no need to hit the gym.

Not that I did, anyway.

Parks had already fed me breakfast and then he’d fed me dinner. It was strange how I loved him making a fuss over me. Always asking me if I was hungry, thirsty. If I was warm enough, how I was feeling. He was extremely considerate, and the more he fussed, the more my heart ballooned.

Deciding I needed to go back to my parents’ flat to collect my things, I quickly showered and changed into the clothes Parks made Cleaver purchase for me. It was a cream, skintight pencil skirt and a white blouse that I tucked in a little. The Givenchy shoes were a gorgeous pale pink and just the right size. After pulling my hair up into a ponytail and applying minimal makeup, I turned to find Parks watching me.

“Hey.” The flash of his adorable smile warmed me considerably as he leant against the doorjamb. “You look gorgeous.”

“Bit tight, though.” I meant the skirt. He turned me around by the waist and cupped my emphasised backside. The throaty noise he made as he embraced my curves resembled a hungry groan. “This is the reason for that. I get to see your ass. There’s more to come. Laurent has been shopping for you. He knows I like a woman to dress feminine but sexy and powerful.” His gaze went back to my arse, and he lost concentration. “Fucking hell, your curves are divine.”

I turned in his arms, snaking mine around his neck. “Who’s Laurent?”

His gaze dropped to the pink gloss I’d applied to my lips. “My tailor and personal shopper. He’s a man of many talents.” He dipped in for a kiss and pressed his lips against my gloss.

He was insistent on kissing me, trying to divert my attention. “There is another walk-in closet in the bedroom next door. It will be filled by tonight for you.”

“But…” My protest got squashed as he pressed a firm finger to my pout.

“Don’t
but
me. I’m looking after you now. Don’t like it, sue me.” The irresistible grin he gave me after his tease made it hard for me to concentrate.

“One day I
am
going to sue you.”

He ignored me and started to quiz my intentions for getting dressed. “Are you expecting to go out? I thought we could spend the rest of our nothing day in bed.” Parks wrapped his strong arms around my waist and kissed my neck. My plans were about to get hijacked, because I knew his possessive side would strike when I told him where I planned on going. But I was a grown-arse woman; there was no need for him to become my bodyguard.

“I need to fetch my things from my parents’ house. Alone.” I closed my eyes when I added
alone
,
gearing myself up for a fight.

“Not going to happen.” He bit my neck and sucked on the skin. “You don’t need anything.”

I swatted him away. If he wanted to start a fight, I was sure as hell going to finish it. “I do. I have sentimental things there. I have the ruby you gave me too. That is, unless they’ve sold it all.”

He leaned against the doorjamb, crossing his arms, showing me his incredible guns. “They would do that?”

I looked down as I scraped the front of my shoe mindlessly along the carpet so as not to catch his expression at what I was about to say. “My mother sold my watch for heroine.”

“What?” he bellowed.

I threw my hands in air. “See, this is why I can’t have you coming with me. You’ll go all Hulk on their arses.”

“Evelyn, I am not okay with you going into that flat without me.”

I crossed my arms, persisting against his strong will. “I’ve lived there for the last week. I can handle my parents.” I prodded his chest with a finger. “You can’t boss me around.”

Of course Parks wasn’t willing to compromise. I don’t think he understood the meaning of the word, nor did he understand the rules of equality. Clearly.

“If you want to go out, you go with me.”

Air rushed through my nose in anger. He was the most infuriating man I’d ever come across. Trust me to land myself Mr. Dominating Parks.

“I
am
going alone. Or…” I grinned mischievously, glancing behind him. “I will handcuff you to that chair.”

Parks glared. “You think that’s funny? Do you realise how angry I was at you for taking my control away like that?”

“Yes. I do. Because my vagina was aching for days after the fuck you punished into me.”

“Good.” He smirked.

“Listen.” I took his hands with my fingers, approaching him softly. “I don’t want you involved in my parents’ life. I need to go alone.”

He brought my knuckles to his lips and kissed them softly. “Princess, I’m involved in your life now, so whatever it comes with concerns me.”

There was no way I could take Parks up to the squalor of a flat my parents called home. Let him see the dark side of what I was brought up around. Drugs, heroin needles, addict parents. Those things would never have crossed Parks’s life, so if I was to build a life with him, they could not integrate.

“I don’t want to drag you into my darkness, Wade. Please.” I even called him by his first name. Surely that had to count for something?

“No.” His expression remained impassive, refusing compromise.

“Fuck’s sake.” I stormed downstairs and into the living room, leaving Mr. Hulk to get dressed.

Parks emerged a while later in dark blue jeans and a blue jumper. His feet graced brown, solid-suede shoes, and he was styling his hair as he stood before me, ruffling it with his hands. He was casual, sexy, relaxed but still powerful. His chiselled jaw had a slight scattering of dark stubble, and it made him look divine.

“Nice,” I threw him a compliment a little breathlessly.

“Nice?” He cocked an eyebrow. Seemed
nice
wasn’t an appropriate word.

“Well, actually, you look so fucking hot, I don’t think I want to collect my things. We should stay and have sex.” Even though we’d spent the morning and the afternoon doing just that. He was a machine. And turning me into one too.

He recoiled slightly, his mouth opening a little on a surprised inhale. “That’s better.” He strolled towards me, so I pushed him away with a touch of my palm.

“But we don’t have time for that. Anyway, I’m so pissed off I don’t particularly want to have sex with you right now.” Ha. Who was I kidding?

His head slanted, and a roguish grin spread across his arrogantly beautiful face. “Now I know that’s a lie.”

Yes, it was lie. Of course I wanted to have sex with him. But I was angry. So fuck him.

“No, it’s not.” I pirouetted on my heel and made for the front door, only to be beaten to it by Parks so he could open it for me. “Don’t you ever get bored of doing that?”

“You’re a woman, Evelyn. Every man should be chivalrous. Less of the attitude.”

I threw him a glare and made my way to the lift. “My attitude is never going to change.”

Parks swiped a card through a system in the lift, then unexpectedly pulled me into his arms, making me yelp. “I think I need to teach you how to behave when we get back.”