Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,27
up behind her, he skimmed his hands down her arms until his palms were against the backs of hers around the handle.
“It’s all about the angle you put it in with.” He kept his mouth close to her ear, whispering.
She trembled but didn’t say anything.
“Watch the far left. You can see the angle is slightly different than the right side. That’s where you want to send the ball. It’ll flow right along that track and into the shell. But you also have to make sure you use the perfect amount of power behind your stroke. Too soft and it won’t get there.”
“Don’t think that will be an issue.”
He prayed for strength. “Too hard, and it’ll hop the ridge and you’ll overshoot.”
She shifted and brushed her ass against his groin, making everything harder. Including his restraint.
“Loosen up. You’re tense.” He kissed her behind the ear. “Trust me to guide you, Skylar. Deep breaths. And swing.”
He did most of it, and he angled the grip at the last moment for her. As soon as it went, she sucked in a breath and leaned forward, eyes on the ball, which had begun to glow in the dark as the sun went down.
Skylar hurried to see where it would come out. A family walked up behind him and waited for their turn.
“I did it!” she cheered, then launched herself at him. Completely wrapped around him, she hugged him and kissed him. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She peppered his face with a new kiss in between each thanks. Her excitement was contagious, and he didn’t want it to end.
A continuous mantra of how they were in public looped through his head. After allowing himself one squeeze of her ass, he smiled. “I just helped, but we should let this family play through.”
She closed her eyes. “Oh, that’s embarrassing.” Peeking around him, she said, “I’m sorry.”
“Nonsense,” the father said. “Dates are supposed to be fun.”
Parker allowed them to start taking their shots. Turning his focus back to the woman he held, he put them forehead to forehead. “You’re fucking adorable, Skylar.”
“Put me down.”
“Tell me this is a great date.”
“Not a date.”
He snapped his teeth at her. “Not what he said.”
“He doesn’t know the circumstances that led us to the point we’re at right now.”
“You being in my arms?”
“No, your fiancée,” she bit off.
“You’re engaged?” the daughter asked, with a squeal almost as loud as the one Skylar emitted when she’d made her shot. “That’s so wonderful. I want a big wedding. When’s yours?”
“Carly, leave them alone and let’s go.”
By this time, Skylar had her face hidden against his neck, and he took advantage and peppered little kisses along her shoulder. As they headed off, he put her back on her feet. His leg ached, so perhaps she did have a point earlier about him being sore from PT, but he was more than capable of holding his own. Or her.
Tapping her on the nose, he said, “It’s a date.”
They finished up the night, playing in time with the other family and once more, he got to witness how damn good she was with kids. That had to be why he was so comfortable letting Cullen stay with her.
It was after eleven when he pulled back into the driveway. Their driveway. Catching her yawn in his periphery, he hurried to the other side of the truck after parking and held the door for her.
“Want me to carry you in and put you to bed?” He only partially teased as they walked to the front door. “We can always revisit that mutual beneficial sex while I’m home.”
God, he hoped she’d say yes, or else it was another night of blue balls and a cold shower. He opened the door and let her enter first.
“Sure thing. Yes, Parker Jax, it’s an offer. Stay with me tonight and fuck me. Let’s forget about everything else, aside from—”
He kissed her. Took possession of her mouth and claimed her as his own. He wasn’t taking a chance she was being sarcastic. All rational thought flew out the window. Something reminded him to kick the door shut behind him and lock it.
She stiffened, much like she’d done in the morning when he’d kissed her in front of Mrs. O’Neary. Like then, too, it didn’t last long before she melted into him. He growled low in his throat the second she did.
Skylar wound her arms around him, fingers digging into his sides, bunching up the T-shirt he wore. He wedged a leg