Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,30
skimmed his hand up her belly to cup a breast, and she swallowed back a whimper as he plucked at a nipple. “And I’m not close to being finished with you yet.”
She bit her lower lip as his touch changed directions and went south until he cupped her between the legs. Another moan slipped from her as he pushed two fingers inside her. Muscles screamed ever so briefly before they held on to him with a death grip.
“Parker,” she whispered. “I have to get up and let Alpin out.”
He sucked on her neck, then flicked his tongue along the place he’d just pulled on. “I have a feeling if I let you out of this bed, you’re not coming back.”
He might have been right about that. He removed his fingers and seconds later, the broad head of his cock pushed into her. Any thought of resisting fell away. Purring deep in her throat, she arched her back, adjusting to allow him easy access to her completely.
“That’s right, baby.” He nipped her shoulder and moved within her. Slow strokes, no matter how much she wanted him to thrust endlessly and without any thought to making it gentle, without making it personal. “Feel me within you. How you stretch around me and hold me tighter than anyone ever has. This pussy was made for my cock. You were made for me.”
Christ, I could fall for his words. Problem was, she was falling, and his statement sounded so honest and true.
What happened to being pissed that he had inserted himself into her life? Especially because he’d be gone within a month.
He readjusted them so she was beneath him as he powered into her. The mattress beneath her muffled her cries as she crested the pinnacle over and over again. Finally, when she couldn’t stand it anymore, he pulled out and came with a roar, her name falling from his lips, his release spilling on her lower back.
Parker carried her to the shower and put her inside, then joined her. One thing led to another, and the water had turned cold before she actually made it out of the bathroom to dress. Moving gingerly, she finally was able to see to Alpin, who rose from his raised bed and padded with her to the door.
Chapter Six
Parker rubbed his leg and hip, trying to loosen it up from physical therapy. Two weeks in, and he sometimes wasn’t sure he was going to make it. Damn good thing the woman hadn’t been his DI. His therapist was a demon wrapped in a cute package—she pushed him, but he pushed harder. His goal was to be reinstated to active duty. Back to his men and his old life.
Brushing away thoughts of his potential son and Skylar, he took a breath and rolled his shoulders. He’d come back to his place, because Gemma had shown up talking about some job interview. Cullen was still asleep, and it was easier for him to go over to his house, while Skylar had some things to take care of.
He tried to ignore the animosity flickering between the two women. Neither ever said anything crude to the other, but there was no denying its presence. And it was growing. He was going to have to step in and stop it soon if they couldn’t work it out on their own.
Cullen had just woken up and eaten and was out back with Murray. Grabbing a bottle of water for each of them, he pivoted only to pause when the doorbell went off.
Perhaps the guys. They’d mentioned stopping by.
“I’ll be right there with your water, Cullen.” He opened the door to find his parents standing there. Instinctively, he stood straighter.
Shit. They always called first. In fact, he’d been counting on it.
“Sir. Mom. Good to see you. When did you two get back? Why didn’t you call?”
His mom hugged him, even as she managed to give him a scolding look. “Why wouldn’t we come see you? How are you doing? How’s your rehab coming along?”
He swore they’d had another few days on the cruise, which should have given him more time to wrap his head around everything.
“You planning on leaving us out on the front step?” His father’s low tone warned him not to dally with his response.
“No, sir. Come on in.” He stepped back, allowing them in, glad he’d picked up earlier, because Gemma sure didn’t get high marks for keeping a clean house.
Ever observant, his father’s gaze snapped to the two water bottles