Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (24 page)

Chapter

Twenty-Two

“Princess, wake up.” Parks’s soothing voice made me blink open my eyes. I expected to find myself back at the apartment, but instead I was surrounded but darkness, woodland, and the sounds of waves lapping against the shore in the background.

My body jolted upright, my head darting around our destination. “Where are we?”

Parks helped me out of the car and steadied me on my feet. “I booked us into a boathouse for the night. It’s beautiful, secluded, and wasn’t far from your aunt’s. Seemed perfect.”

My gaze was still wandering around. “But we’re in the middle of the woods.”

His chuckle was soft. “Yes, Princess. We have to walk up to the house. Come on.” Parks laced his fingers through mine, getting ready to lead me up a steep hill that had wooden stairs built into the mud. I pulled on his hand, glanced down at my heels and back to the hill with a frown. “Seriously?” I was not going to trek up a hill in these shoes.

“Come here.” He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, and swatted my arse playfully.

“This is more like it.” I giggled. Parks was chuckling to himself, and the delightful noise warmed my heart.

He carried me up the hill and placed me back onto my feet when we reached the top so I could take in the view. It was a beautiful, old English boathouse secluded by woodland and looking over the water. It was private and romantic, all lit up with fairy lights entwined in the trees. The very thought of having Parks all to myself made me shiver like an excited toddler.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“It’s gorgeous.”

Parks allowed me to enter the boathouse first, of course, and I walked across the original oakwood floors and into a beautiful room that had a log-burning fire that made the walls glow with warmth. There were French doors that led onto a large balcony, a small, rustic kitchen, and another two rooms I guessed were the bedroom and bathroom.

“It’s beautiful.” I turned to Parks. “But not somewhere I’d expect someone like you to stay.”

His brow rose humorously. “Someone like me?” He wrapped strong arms around my waist and pulled me into his warm, hard body. “So where would someone like me rather stay?”

“Well,” I purred seductively, running a finger down his chest, “there’s a place called Evelyn Banks you may like to try.”

The amorous grin that swept across his lips was exactly what I’d hoped for. “Maybe I should book a late-night reservation.” He started unbuttoning his shirt, taking his time, and my own fingers sprang into motion. I grasped the hem of my dress and started seductively pulling it up my legs.

“I could give you a quick tour.” My tone was breathy and teasing.

“I think I’d like that.” His gaze drifted to my thighs, and he bit the side of his lip as he pushed off his shirt. I held my breath when he rolled his shoulders back, letting it slip off his body and onto the floor, allowing me to appreciate every defined muscle. Every bit of skin tight and strong.

I kicked off my shoes, then pulled my dress past my hips, over my head, and let it drop to the floor. My body was graced by a dark blue thong and a matching lace bra. He gasped slightly, but I heard it clearly. The way he paid attention to every part of my curvaceous body gave me that boost I needed to feel confident naked.

After his lustful eyes examined me, he took off his shoes, then started purposely sliding his belt through the buckle, slowly and graceful. When it was undone, he gave his jeans a small push, letting them glide down his legs and pool around his feet. Immediately, my gaze shot towards his cock, which was thickening and hardening under his boxers.

Aware of my breathing becoming deep and more ragged, I pulled my gaze away, trying to focus on my turn. We were strip-teasing, and it was
hot
.

“Would you like to see more before you make a decision?” My question was a whisper, his body alone disabling my senses. There was no way of ever concentrating when Parks was half-naked and hard. Parks agreed on a low rumble that vibrated against his throat. I carried on, pushing down my bra straps one after the other, leaving them hanging across my shoulders. I reached behind me and released the clasp, making the bra fall from my cups and expose my aching breasts. Watching his lips part and catching his cock twitching was enough to quicken the pulse between my legs.

“I’d like to try before I buy.” He licked his lips, edging towards me, but I also noticed he’d kept his belt in his hand. I was breathless and automatically agreed, forgetting about the game as my gaze alternated between his body, his cock, and the belt.

He bent down and wrapped his hands around my ankles. I bowed my head to watch his sweet mouth kiss and lick its way from them, into my thighs, across my hips and stomach, then up to my breasts. Licking across my chest, he caught my nipple with his lips.

“Hmm.” His mouth felt so good, sucking then licking across my chest to take my other breast into it. Waves of pleasure washed over me, all heading towards my core. My body was begging for more. I needed more.

“I think I’ll take you.” He smirked, giving my nipple one swift lick. My heart started that vigorous pounding it always did when Parks was touching me, kissing me. He controlled my body and took full ownership, knowing exactly what it wanted and exactly how it wanted to be touched, kissed, and fucked. Something deep inside me bloomed when we got intimate, because it was a way of expressing our need and desire that we both so desperately craved.

Parks bit my bottom lip and sensuously pulled it through his teeth on a groan as he reached two fingers inside my thong and ran them along the lips of my sex. My clit fluttered, getting me moaning, wriggling, and panting. I spread my legs wider, giving him easier access to circle and stroke. He made me wet, breathless, and dizzy when he pulled away to slide his boxers from his legs, then he looked down at my knickers and ripped them from my pelvis.

I couldn’t stop staring at the stunning man that he was. “You’re so hot.”

Parks’s brow rose. His lips twitched. I bit my lip, almost feeling silly, but watching him posing strong and confident in front of me, with a dick that would break world records, how else was I meant to think? Parks saw the funny side, though. Deep down I knew he loved it when I praised him.

“I’m glad you think so.” He dipped his head down, kissed me deeply, and asked, “What do you want?”

“I want you,” I breathed out. “Hard.”

“‘Hard,’ she says.” A mischievous grin spread across his exquisite mouth, then we heard the loud sound of rain banging down onto the roof, followed by thunder. “I have a better idea,” he claimed, picking up his belt, then pulling on my hand.

We walked over to the patio doors to see the rain pelting the glass and falling into the darkness. Parks unlocked the doors and pushed them open, causing my arms to wrap around my naked body as a gust of cold air swept over me. “We’re not going out there, are we?” The one thing I wanted to do was stay inside and have him idolise my body with his.
In the warmth.

“Come on.” He pulled my reluctant hand and led me onto the balcony that was on stilts above the sea. The rain hit our naked bodies with a crash, and my hair instantly stuck to my head. “You’re insane,” I yelled over the sound of the rain and the waves surrounding us.

“I’m only insane for you.” The force of his lips knocking into mine sent me backwards until my bare back was pushed up against the balcony’s wood. He pulled my hands behind my back and gently tied my wrists together with the belt, then strapped them to the wood behind me.

“Okay?”

Okay? I was fan-fucking-tastic. Wet. But fantastic. “Yes,” I breathed. It was crazy. He had me tied to the balcony in the pouring rain. But seeing how excitable he was at the sight of me bound made me forget I was cold and soaking.

The rain trickled down my face, spotting onto my breasts, and staring at Parks’s soaking-wet hair before he swiped it out of his face and made his way to me sent my senses delirious.

Parks cupped my breasts in his palms, kneading them roughly while slicing his tongue powerfully against mine. After picking one of my thighs up to wrap it around his waist, he quickly drove into me with one fierce thrust.

“Jesus,” I wailed, tilting my head to the sky and feeling the rain dropping onto my face. My wrists were chaffing against the wood. It almost burnt, but his length inside my body was too heavenly to think about anything else.

I tried to tilt my hips, but it was no use. My body was his to do with as he willed, and when he was fucking me, it was all in his control.

“Oh,
baby
.” Parks pinned me against the balcony and held my leg around him. He groped my arse and pulled my body into his thrusting pelvis as he nuzzled his head into my neck, groaning, cursing.

Drive after drive started to heat up my cold, dripping body, and I just wished I could touch him. The way I was restrained made his masculine pride surge, though. It told him he was in control. He had the power. Even though, throughout sex, he always did. Inevitably.

The problem was, did I always want him to be in control? He held it so well. It was going to take a mighty fine sledgehammer to smash through his walls. But I thought it would take a sledgehammer to break through mine, yet he was bulldozing through them incredibly. And I was letting him.

Within minutes, he had my body stimulated to another level. A level of lost. Getting lost in a magnificent buildup of arousal. Lost in a mindless race to the finish line. Lost in him.

“Wade,” my voice cried out his name. I was getting ready to release the sudden climax that had presented itself deep within my core. And Jesus, did it come.

“Oh yes,” I cried out. Parks held my hips, helping me ride it out. I was rubbing my hands against the belt, frustrated that I couldn’t move.

I felt lifeless, like the weight of my body was too much for my legs to carry, but Parks drove through my moans, plunging deeper, faster, until he was galloping through his own joyride of lust.

He held me close and tight as his warm liquids filled me, cursing into the side of my neck until he was completely wrung out and tender.

My body fell lax when he untied my wrists, and he picked me up like I was a child and sauntered back inside. The warmth that instantly hit us when we re-entered the boathouse was welcome.

The bathroom was our first destination. Parks pulled one of the giant, white towels from the towel rack and wrapped me up like a baby, with only my face showing.

“What are you doing?” I chuckled.

He bent down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Getting you warm, Princess.”

I held the towel around myself as he picked up his own and dried his stunning body quickly, shimmying his towel from head to toe.

“We’ll shower in the morning. Come on. Let me take you to bed.”

I swivelled and headed into the bedroom with Parks leading the way. The room was warm with wooden plank flooring and antique furniture, all in greens, burnt oranges, and reds. The huge bedframe was made out of wood with antlers of some sort propped just above. The bedsheets were red tartan, and the bed also had a faux fur throw and about twenty cushions decorating it.

I left Parks to set up his iPod station after I’d dried myself and jumped into bed. I was anxiously waiting to hear what song he’d choose because I was learning that every one he picked had a meaning.

It was Labrinth’s “Beneath Your Beautiful.” Perfect.

Parks saw me wrapped up in the sheets, jumped into bed, and pressed my body down into the mattress. My giggle pleased him immensely. I hadn’t a clue why.

“Where did that come from?” I asked, basking in the feel of the tip of his nose running along my jaw.

“The outside part? Or tackling you to the bed?”

I writhed under him. “The outside part.”

A shrug of his shoulder made him look casual and cool. “It entered my head. And it was a chance to get you all sexy and wet.”

“I thought I was always sexy and wet.” I smirked.

“Oh you are, Princess. Sexy, wet, and so goddamn perfect.” He caught me rolling my eyes and was quick to inject me with a scold. “Don’t.”

“What?” I gaped.

“Don’t ever doubt your beauty.”

“I just don’t understand why you think I’m perfect.”

“Because what I see lying right beneath me with that smile that lights up my life when it’s splashed across your face, is
my
perfect
.
”

My cheeks burned when he kissed just behind my ear. “Maybe your perfect is wrong.”

“Shut up, Evelyn. I see your beauty. Flaws and all.”

I wriggled slightly under his moving tongue. “You like my flaws?” This man was beyond my belief. He liked everything about me, and nobody ever liked everything about me.

“I like everything. Your dirty mouth. Your fiery temper. Your ponytail. Your amber eyes. Your sexy, tight body…I could go on, but I’d rather devour your body. Is that all right?”