Addicted to Mr. Parks (The Park #2) (34 page)

“I won’t,” I promised, feeling strange because promising a controlled, domineering male that we wouldn’t break felt like his role. Yet
he
was asking
me
for reassurance.

“You know that for sure?” he continued. Whatever he was hiding seemed to be the reason for his hidden insecurity. He felt like his past would expose him, make me hate him, then leave him. That was the reason he was withholding. But this man was my life. Nothing he was hiding could ever make me leave.

Kissing his neck, I moaned against the wetness my lips left. “Yes. Because…” I braced myself for what I was about to say. Parks sensed the change in my demeanour. I’d even stopped moving. He drew his head back so his could see my face.

“Because?” he questioned.

I teared up as I stared into vivid green eyes that held me captive under their spell each and every time. “Because… I love you too. I love you so much it hurts.”

He drew in a sharp breath as my declaration filled his heart. His eyes burnt into mine, setting of sparks of adoration, the taste of hope, the feeling of love. “Oh, thank fuck for that.” Did he ever doubt my feelings for him? He was crazy. “You have captivated me, Princess.”

“And you have seized me.” I copied one of his lines he’d said to me a while ago, fully and absolutely understanding those words.

“Is that why you love me?” he breathed, nipping my lip.

I grinned against the kiss. “It’s one of the reasons. I also love the way you love me.”

He gazed at me like no one has ever gazed at me before, his eyes lingering, always adoring. “That’s because every part of you is mine, Princess, and I will crush anyone who stands in my way. I need every single last drop from you. No going back.”

“I think I’ve found magnificence,” I gushed before kissing at his shoulder blade.

He pulled back, his stare heavy-lidded, his smile wide and delectable. “Magnificence? Is that another reason why you love me?”

A smile tugged at my lips. “I have so many reasons.”

“I’m sure you do,” he breathed before kissing every inch of my flustered face. “You’re so precious to me. I want to keep you wrapped up and hidden away from anything and everyone who could jeopardise what we have.”

I kissed his nose. “Nothing and no one will change the way I feel about you. When you found out about me, I thought I’d never see you again. But when you came back, you gave me a reason to find hope. Why would I ever leave you?”

His sigh was deep and meaningful. He had things on his mind. I could see the cogs working overtime. “It’s complicated, Princess.”

“Complicated is another reason why I love you.”

His laugh was joyous, then his eyes turned greedy, hot, and hungry as he suddenly pushed into me. My head fell back into the pillow. My legs crushing his waist. Parks pulled out his thick cock to the tip. It was deliciously wet and glistening with my moisture.

“Let’s stop talking so I can refresh your memory on how much
you love me loving you
.”

I gasped as he pushed into me, circling his hips. My mind fell into unconsciousness when he filled me, my toes digging into the bed, my fingernails holding on to his biceps. He filled me completely. The feeling was absolute rapture. Captivation. Perfection.

“I intend to devour the love of my life for the rest of the night,” he whispered in my ear. “Any objections?”

Oh he was perfect. So bloody perfect.

“None, your honour.”

Chapter

Thirty-One

Stretching out my arms when the sun beamed in from the windows the next morning, I forced my eyes awake. I lazily scanned the room until I saw the most handsome devil standing at the bottom of the bed, proving his ability to steal my breath away. A white polo shirt graced the muscles of his chest, stomach, and arms. His white shorts were tighter than they should have been around the tops of his firm thighs, almost showing me the outline of his manhood. His feet were pushed into white socks and trainers, and he was twirling a baseball cap in his hand. I gulped at the splendid sight, unusual, but splendid.

“We’re going to play tennis.” He grinned, cocking his head to one side. I looked down at what he was staring at and saw my exposed breasts. Bringing the sheets up to my chest, I covered them up, making Parks frown.

“Tennis?”

His nod was sexy. He knew I admired tennis, but not this early in the morning.

“We have a tennis court,” he went on, glancing out of the window. “Normally, Jasmine is my partner, but now you’re here, you can join me. Come on.” He clapped his hands for me to move, but as I shimmed across the bed, I got a visceral reminder of what he put my body through the night before. I winced as I struggled to kick my legs from the bed. “I’m sore.”

“Too right you are,” he admitted proudly.

My head snapped up as I gawped at him. “So how do you expect me to play tennis? You just want to watch my tits bounce while I run for the ball.”

He winked, which made me giggle. “You know me well, Princess.”

I raked my gaze down his body again, eying his tennis clothes and worrying about the absence of mine. “I don’t have the right clothes.”

“Yes, you do.” Turning around, he picked something up that was resting on top of a cabinet and threw it onto my lap. I took the white tennis dress and grinned.

“You’ve got everything planned out, haven’t you?”

“Oh yes. Don’t bothering showering. We’ll do that later.”

Quickly, I changed into the tennis dress, which was tight by my breasts to give them the right amount of support and flowy at the bottom, then I pushed my feet into trainers and tied my hair up into a ponytail.

Serena who?

We made our way through stunning, lush green gardens. Beautiful apple trees and greenery lined the path we strolled down. Hand in hand. Silent and tranquil. Parks allowed me to absorb my surroundings and appreciate how stunning the gardens were. The skies were a clear crystal-blue, and the sun was beaming down on us. It was heaven.

Around ten minutes later, we finally made it to the tennis court. “Here.” Parks placed a white tennis cap on my head and fed my ponytail through the back. Then he placed his own cap on his head effortlessly. His lips twitched humorously as he watched me studying him. “Like what you see?”

Was he kidding? Rising up onto my tiptoes, I kissed his nose. “Hmm. You look so fucking hot.”

He slapped my arse. “Less of the fucking.”

Giggling, I twirled in my dress, making the hem rise. “What about me?”

He shook his head on closed eyes, then walked away from me, calling over his shoulder, “I can’t tell you what I think about you right now.”

I ran beside him, jogging to keep up with his long strides. “Why?”

Turning, he bit his bottom lip and groaned, green eyes sucking up my curves. “Because if I tell you what I think about you, it’s not tennis we’ll be playing.”

Biting my own lip, I watched as he collected our racquets from their pouches and quickly made sure the strings were up to scratch.

“Here.” Parks handed me my racquet, and I saw it had a bigger head than his did. He spotted my confusion on a cocky smirk. “It’s a racquet for beginners. The wider head gives you a better chance of hitting the ball.”

Taking it as an insult, I furrowed my brows and smacked his backside with my racquet. “I’m going to kick your arse.” I poked out my tongue and turned my back on him to take position on the court.

Parks bounced the tennis ball to check its spring, then caught it again in his palm. “Ladies first.” He softy batted the ball over to my side of the court. I caught it with my hand, walked to the baseline, and got into position, ready to serve.

After bouncing the ball a couple of times, I threw it into the air, then whacked it when it came into contact with the racquet. Parks jogged over to where it was heading and batted it back effortlessly. I hit it back and watched the ball spin over the net before clamping my eyes on Parks. The performance of his body was powerful and smooth. It was utterly distracting. So distracting that I didn’t realise the ball was coming at me until it hit me right in the chest.

“Shit,” I muttered, walking over to collect it. I whacked it back with speed, sending Parks running for it. My hopes of him missing it were quickly dashed.
Damn it.

We began a rally, until I got distracted again by watching the muscles flex in his arms. I completely missed the ball when he hit it back at me. Instead it hit me in the leg.

“Eyes on the ball, Princess.”

I childishly mimicked him and bent down to retrieve the ball, my competitive streak kicking in. I knew he was going to win if I didn’t up my game.

Throwing up the ball, I hit it over the net full force and moaned as if I was having an orgasm. “Ah.” He missed! Oh yes. The tactic worked.

My lips curled in a satisfactory smirk as I watched him scowl under his cap and walk to retrieve the ball.

He tossed it back to me, making me serve again. I moaned louder when I hit it. “Oh.”

He hit it back that time, but not with the same force he’d been using. Three times I hit it back to him and made the sexual noises. By the forth rally, he hit the ball out.

I grinned, thrilled by what I was doing, but Parks threw his racquet down in rage and made his way towards me. I jogged backwards as he came closer.

“Come here.” His voice was low, commanding, and greedy, and it made my stomach race with butterflies.

Not wanting to get caught, I sprinted away from him, but my effort to try and break free was worthless. He curled his arms around my waist, pulled my body against him, then spun me around and smacked his mouth into mine, almost knocking me off my feet. The support of his arm around my back stopped me from falling.

Driving his tongue into my mouth, he stole my breath in a deep and abrupt kiss. I lashed my own tongue against his, knocking his cap from his head as I pushed my fingers through his damp hair.

“So fucking sexy,” he growled. “I need your sweetness around my throbbing cock. Now.”

He steered me over to the net and told me to hold on to the post. His tall, muscular body came behind me, and he pulled up my dress and moved across the lace of my knickers in one swift movement.

A combination of arousal and concern washed over me. “What if someone sees us?” I wheezed.

“They won’t. The only person who ever gets to see your face when you come is me.” His words were low, raspy, and impatient. I felt the quick movement of his shorts coming down behind me, then he sank into me, balls-deep and delicious. His fingers dug into my hips as my arse pushed back out to meet his length.

“Hmm.” My low rumble of desire spread through my veins and into his, and his cock thickened inside me, aching and raw. The glide of his length in and out of my sex had me tensing, clamping around him.

I was already sweating from the game, baking under the L.A. sun, so Parks’s capable movements sent my temperature steaming. My back arched as I clung to the tennis post. “Wade. You feel so good. Don’t stop.”

I wanted him harder, but the sexy, erotic pace he was gliding in and out of me with felt too good to ask him to change pace.

His fingers dug further into my hips. “Christ.” He pulled out quickly and turned me around to face him. He pulled one of my thighs up and around his waist and pushed back into me. My eyes closed, my head dropped, my back arched, and the moans that spilled from my mouth told him how phenomenal he felt to me. The way he said my name had me falling dizzy. Had me weeping.

He began pushing into me hard. “Fuck. Your sweetness is so fucking snug. So good.”

I splayed my fingers out on his impressive biceps, supporting myself against his body as he drove into me with impenetrable thrusts, unyielding and needing.

“Wade. I’m going to—” I didn’t have to tell him my body was on the way to paradise. Falling in to a blank space.

“Wait, baby, wait.” His voiced strained as he was building just like me.

He wanted to come with me? How the bloody hell could I wait?

Tremendously, we came together. My cries loud and whimpering,
his
muffled into my neck. I loved feeling his burst of pride filling me, then pooling around my thighs. I then loved it even more because it was mixed with mine.

I fell lax in his arms, and we both sank to our knees and lay under the sweltering sun to catch our breath.

Parks pulled my knickers back into place, then pushed the cap from my head and pulled my chin to the side so he could look at me. His pupils stared into mine. “I love it when you look at me like that.”

I found myself blushing.
I never blush.
“Like what?”

He traced my cheek gently, his gaze following his fingers. “Like I’m the only man that can take you into another place and hold you there.”

My smile was warm as I nuzzled into his caresses. “You take me into another dimension.”

He gulped. “And you like it there?”

I wasn’t sure why he was seeking approval, he didn’t need it. “I love it there. You know I do. Like now, lying on a tennis court with you under the sun—” I glanced away from the beauty of his face and looked up at the sky, “—it’s heaven to me. I can’t think of us going back to London, because when I do, my bubble bursts.”

“Princess.” He was urging me to look at him again. “I won’t let anyone burst your bubble.”

“But they do.” I sighed in annoyance. The outsiders were attacking my brain again. “My mum. Trevor. An ex of yours.” Even David and Joanna pissed me off, but I could deal with them.

“Trevor is gone.” His tone warned me not to bring him up. “And it is not an ex of mine.”

“Then why do I still feel like someone is still watching me? Following me? Constantly.”

Parks took hold of my chin, making me look at him. His eyes firm and promising.

“I would never let anything happen to you. Understand? I got rid of Lowry, Carla, Gabe, and Trevor. Anyone else, let me know.”

“My mother.” I was hoping. “Jasmine.” Then I was praying.

“Ha,” he laughed. “She might be a pain in my ass, but she’s my twin, Evelyn.”

“So she holds some sort of power over you?”

Propping himself up on an elbow, he looked over me and began to rub my nipples with his palm. “I told you, you’re the only woman who holds the power over me.”

Immersing myself in his touch, I forgot about those pesky outsiders and brought myself back into the world of my beloved man. “Why me?”

He kissed my lips gently, cupping my breasts. “You intrigue me.”

“Because I told you no?”

“Partly.” He smirked, tugging at my lips with his teeth.

“What if another woman had told you no? Like Sasha?”

“They wouldn’t have, but if they did, I would have fucked someone else. You hypnotise me, Evelyn, and I don’t want to break that bond. Got it?”

I made a point of saluting. “Got it.”

We were basking under the sun, talking mindlessly about sweet nothings when we heard a voice.

“Wade?” We both sat up in sync and saw Jasmine standing at the top of the hill. My bubble was truly and utterly shattered.

She marched down towards us with a racquet in one hand. Her incredible midriff was shown off in a small sports bra, and her thighs were
almost
covered by shorts.

“You played already?” She was pissed and I loved it.

Parks shrugged and put his arm around my shoulders. “Sorry, sis, I have a new partner. Go get Trent. We could play doubles?”

Jasmine looked at me like I was dirt, flaring her nostrils. “No thanks.” Then she strutted off.

I rolled my eyes while Parks mouthed, “Sorry.”

“So you’re not going to have it out with her?”

He climbed to his feet, then held out his palm. I took his hand and he pulled me up.

“About what?”

“The way she spoke to me. Told me you could never love someone like me.”

He kissed my temple as we started walking back to the house. “But I do love you. So what she said is null and void.”

“So you’re just going to let her get away with it?” My tone was pissed. My thoughts of him shunning his sister for the way she treated me were beginning to be just that. Thoughts.

“When you left the party last night, what do you think I did? You should expect an apology from her sometime today.”