Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,26
make sure you have a way to work it all off. I have some ideas we can do together.”
Her eyes twinkled, and he loved that she wasn’t holding a grudge for his attitude. “Mr. Seamus does have a wicked accent. That may just be enough.”
“Skylar,” he rumbled, taking a step closer to her.
“Don’t bother me, I’m eating.” She plopped her sweet ass on the edge of the bench and dug back into her food, swiping her fries through the ketchup pooled in the corner of the red-and-white container.
“What about walking?”
“Go ahead.” She waved a hand at him. “No one said this was damn-near-orgasmic food. I’m not going anywhere.”
Straddling the bench, he put his drink and container down as well. “Admission time: I don’t think I’ve been jealous of a hot dog before.”
She grinned. Parker couldn’t explain how happy he was she didn’t simper and only claim to eat salads in front of a man. She was appreciating the fuck out of what she ate, and he loved it.
They made short work of their food, not talking, just enjoying. Him probably a bit more, because each time she put those lips around her hot dog, his cock jerked hard in his pants. Her laugh fell like diamonds on a velvet surface, and God help him, he wanted to spirit her away and lock her somewhere nothing or no one could hurt her. Together they rose and tossed their trash.
She waved to Seamus and half trotted, half jogged back to his side. “That was amazing. Thank you.”
“Come on,” he said, unwilling to let this be over. “One more thing to do.”
She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow, suspicion raised. “We had dinner, Parker. What’s your angle?”
He took her hand. “Come on.”
They made their way to the other side of the parking area to where a miniature golf spot was.
“Putt-Putt?”
“Scared?” He released her hand. He didn’t believe she’d have any trouble holding the club, even with her injury, given how well she was still able to hold her woodworking tools. Not that he had any objections to standing behind her, pressed tight, to offer up any assistance she might require. He smiled at the thought. Yeah, this was a good idea.
“No.” She walked toward the entrance and glanced over her shoulder. “Are you?”
“I’ll have you know, I excel at this.”
She laughed and waited for him to catch up. “I’m sure you do. A game where you get to hold and swing your stick. Sounds just up your alley. So you’ve been debauching women all over the world at miniature golf courses?”
He winked. “Not yet, and I’m not even going to touch the ‘stick’ comment.”
“That’d be a first,” she muttered with humor. He popped her on the ass.
Parker paid, and they got their clubs and balls. She carried hers in her uninjured hand.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. Not the way she undid one of her overall straps, which hung down, offering him an even more tantalizing view of her smooth, unblemished brown skin peeping out from her cutoff ribbed coral shirt. It was motherfucking hell watching her rub her hands together, shake her ass, and line up for a shot. Talk was light and relaxed, not overly deep. And while he wanted to get to know her better, on a much more personal level, he’d take what he could get. She wasn’t one he could force to share, and he wanted her to be comfortable enough with him to do that all on her own.
He’d been right about her hand not bothering her too much to enjoy playing. It was nice to see she was well on the road to recovery. Didn’t hurt she wasn’t bad. At least not until they got to the nautilus shell, where her shots continued to go wide.
“I give up,” she stated after a few more unsuccessful attempts, dropping the club and tossing her hands in the air.
“Really? A little white-and-green shell is going to get you to quit?”
“Normally, no. In this case, hell yes.” When she bent to pick up her club, his cock hardened further. “I’ll see you at the next hole.”
She marched by him, curls bobbing with each step until he grabbed the strap from her overalls, hauling her to a halt.
“I don’t think so.”
“Didn’t ask you,” she commented sullenly.
“Come on, I’ll help you.” He beckoned with his free hand.
“I don’t even think a miracle could help me.”
He took her back with him to the starting point and put her ball down. Moving