The UN Series Complete Box Set (193 page)

“Get the fuck out of my house.” She’s right. I just keep fucking up with her.

I spin around and leave.

*****

KATHERINE

I sit in my father’s room looking through a magazine as he takes his afternoon nap. I’ve been here since I woke up this morning. After what happened to Parker and me last night, I felt this is where I needed to be. I just had this feeling that I should be with him today. I brought him a book to read. The bible. I know, right, you wouldn’t expect me to read the bible. But I read it to him. My mom gave him a bible on their wedding day. On the first page, it reads
To the man I can call mine. I will love you until the end of time.
It makes me sick to even look at. That she filled him with so much hope and so much love, only to take it all away. To leave him feeling empty and alone. I didn’t know it at the time, but he took it well. He never stopped being a father. A provider. I didn’t understand how the world worked at age six but now I know. Now it kills me to watch him say her name. The smile that spreads across his face when he thinks of her. It makes me want to cry at times, but I hold it in. ‘Cause that’s what we do. We stay strong. We don’t break. When I really wanna shake him and say wake up. She left you. She’s not coming back. But that would break his heart, and I hate to see him suffer over her. He’s done it for too long.

I look down at my phone as I hear it vibrate next to me. “Hello?” I ask, getting up and walking out into the hallway.

“”I’m sorry,” Parker says for the hundredth time. He’s been calling and texting all day. And to be honest, I’m not really mad at him anymore. I made out with that guy last night in front of his friends, which led to our fight. So what if he went to a strip club? I don’t find anything wrong with that. Call me stupid, but I believe that he didn’t sleep with anyone.

“It’s okay.”

He sighs heavily. “No, it’s not. Kat, I want…”

“Stop,” I say letting out a deep breath. “Just stop, Parker.”

He’s silent for a few seconds. “Okay. I wanted to remind you that we have that party with my parents tonight,” Parker mumbles and I hate that I smile.

“I remembered.” I didn’t think he’d want me to go after what I did.

“Okay.” He sighs. “Just wanted to make sure. I’m not going unless you go with me.”

“I’ll be there. What time do I need to arrive?” I don’t know why I’m going to be honest. Just to get out of the house?

“You’re joking, right? I’m picking you up. Be ready by seven.”

“Okay.”

I hang up and turn to walk back into my father’s room. I sit down and place my head in my hands. What have I allowed myself to do? Fall for him? A man who is only gonna leave me alone and heartbroken. All I know is that our ride isn’t over yet.

*****

“I’m coming,” I yell as I try to put my earring through my ear. Once I accomplish that, I head for the door as I put the back on.

I open the door to see Parker standing there with a black tux on. It doesn’t matter what the man wears—a uniform, a tux, or just Superman boxers—he looks mouthwatering good.

“You look amazing,” he says as his eyes look me up and down.

I place my arms out to my side and do a little twirl for him. “You like it?” I ask nervously. I spent three hours shopping for the right dress for tonight. How often are you asked to attend a party for the mayor, when you just so happen to be fucking his son? Not often.

I chose a dark gray strapless dress. My hair is up in a sock bun in order to show off the dress, and I’m wearing a simple black choker to finish it off.

“I love it,” he says entering my house. He reaches out and places his hand on the back of my neck. He pulls me to him and softly kisses my lips. I open for him allowing him to go deeper. He doesn’t hesitate as his other hand lands on my ass. My tongue works with his, and I let out a moan when I feel him harden against my stomach.

He pulls away, shaking his head. “No.” He wipes my kiss off his lips. “We can’t be getting into that right now, but I do have a surprise that you will like.”

“Surprises? I hate surprises,” I inform him, and he laughs it off.

“You’ll like this one.” He places his hands in his pants pockets. “Are you wearing panties?”

“Uh. Yeah,” I say slowly. “What does that…?”

“Good.” He smiles. “Lift up your dress,” he orders.

“Why?” I thought we didn’t have time for sex?

“Lift it up.” He orders again, and I narrow my eyes at him, wanting an answer. “Katherine? Lift it up. I promise you’ll like it.”

I sigh heavily but grab the bottom of my dress and lift it up to my stomach, revealing my panties. This is awkward.

He pulls his hands out of his pocket and in his left hand is a black looking bullet with a chrome trim around the top. He then reaches for my panties, but I take a step back. “What is that?”

“Don’t you trust me?” he asks with a smirk

“No,” I say truthfully.

He straightens and holds it up in front of me. “This party is going to be boring as hell. I wanna spice it up a little for you. Keep you entertained.”

“And how is that—” I point to the black bullet he’s holding up, “going to keep me entertained?” I ask.

“Just let me show you. Please?” His voice is so sweet and the smile on his face is infectious. I smile back and nod. How bad can it be?

He reaches back down and pulls my panties back. “Perfect,” he says excitedly. “See this little opening in the fabric?”
I look down to see the opening he’s talking about in my underwear. “Almost every pair of women’s panties has this opening.”

“How often do you wear women’s
panties
?” I ask with a laugh.

“Only on days that end in a y,” he says making me laugh harder. “No, really. The lady at the store told me about it.” He slips the little black bullet into the hole and then puts my panties back in place. He then takes my dress out of my hands and places it back where it belongs. “The vibrator came with its own thong, but they weren’t attractive. So I was hoping you wore a pair that had it.” He smiles.

“Oh,” I say thinking over what he said. “Did you say vibrator?” I ask in shock. I go to pull my dress up, but he grabs my arms stopping me.

“Oh, no. Leave it, sweetheart,” he whispers against my lips.

“Parker,” I whine. “I can’t have a vibrator in my panties while I’m around your parents.” Is he crazy?

“You can and you will,” he says matter-of-factly.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I rub my legs together. Hmm. “I can barely feel it.” Maybe it won’t be that bad.

He chuckles as he kisses my cheek. “Come on. It’s time to go.” He takes my hand and I grab my clutch off the back of the couch.

“A limo?” I ask as I see a black stretch limo sitting outside of my driveway.

“My father sent it. He’s sucking up,” he says, taking my hand and helping me in as the driver holds the back door open for us.

“It’s working.”

He remains silent as the limo pulls away from the curb and I take the chance to look around the limo. Light blue lights outline the floor and the back of the seats. A long mirror covers the length of the ceiling and the back of the bar area. There’s a bottle of champagne on ice and two champagne flutes sitting next to it.

Parker moves over to the seat that faces the bar and picks up the champagne. “I don’t want one,” I say, letting him know before he opens it.

He smirks as he pops the top of it. “Yes, you do.” Without another question, he reaches over and grabs a flute. He fills it up and hands it to me. “Have a drink, hunny.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you going to be this way all night?”

“What way?”

“Condescending? Bossy?” I name a couple. “I could go on.”

“That’s enough.” He laughs as he comes to sit back next to me. “Just have a drink.” He runs his thumb over my exposed shoulder and my skin tingles from it.

I wait a few seconds for the bubbles to settle and then tilt back the flute. I take a few sips and then go to set it down, but he grabs my wrist. “All of it,” he orders, and I give up the fight. He’s on a roll tonight. And I know it’s because of where we are going.

I tilt back the flute and down what’s left of it. Once done, he takes it from me and places it beside him. He then runs the tip of his fingers over the tops of my breasts. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he questions, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on them

“No,” I say jokingly.

His hand makes its way up the side of my breasts and over my shoulder. It continues up to my neck and his lips follow the same path with kisses. When they land on my neck, he whispers, “You look fucking beautiful tonight, sweetheart.”

I hiss in a breath as his teeth gently nibble on my skin. “Are you ready for your surprise?”

“Yes,” I say letting my head fall back against the seat.

He removes his lips away from my neck and starts to dig in the pocket of his black tux. When he finds what he’s looking for, he gives me an evil smile. A smile that makes me a little concerned.

He holds up a thick black ring. That has a chrome ring around the top of it. With a black circle placed in the center. “What is that?” I ask. And the hairs on my legs start to stand up from the champagne.

He places it on his ring finger and holds it out to me. “Press it.”

“Press it, where?” I ask still looking at the foreign thing.

“Right here in the center.” He shows me with his other hand. “Press it,” he repeats.

I reach up and press on it. The second I press it, I jump up off the seat. The vibrator between my legs, the one he stuck in my panties, had come on the second I pressed on his ring.

“Shit,” I hiss as I start to grab at my dress. I try to pull it up to get the vibrator out, but he grabs my hands.

“Shhhh,” he whispers.

“Parker…” I cry out as the vibration hits my clit. I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t surprised me. In all honestly, I had no idea what I thought when he stuck it in my panties.

He places both my wrists in one of his hands, where he has access to it. He presses the button once again and it starts to pulse.

“Argh,” I say throwing my head back as it pulses against my clit.

He lets go of my hands and places both of his on either side of my face. He pulls my face away from the seat where I have to look at him. “Before the night is over, you’re gonna come five times for me.” His voice is rough and demanding, and it makes me shift in my seat.

Shifting causes the vibrator to hit a new spot and I close my eyes with a moan. “Feels good doesn’t it, sweetheart?” I feel his tongue run across my lips and my mouth opens for him.

He kisses me deeply, and I grab a hold of his shoulders as I feel my insides tighten. It changes back to a constant vibrating motion and I pull away to suck in a deep breath.

I shift in my seat, trying to pull away from it, but every time I move, it hits a new spot. Add that to the champagne I just downed, and my head is spinning. I go to unbutton his pants, knowing that I want him inside of me. Knowing that even though this vibrator is gonna get me off, I’m gonna need more. He grabs my wrists once again and pins them to the seat by my head. “Feel how hard I am for you?” he asks, grinding against me.

I nod quickly, unable to speak as the sensation continues to build. “It’s all about you tonight, sweetheart,” he says and my thighs tighten, squeezing the vibrator into place as I hold it against my clit.

I let out a moan of pleasure before I suck in a deep breath. My body tightens and I arch my neck when I feel the orgasm start to run through me.

I open my eyes after the orgasm subsides and realize that he’s turned the vibrator off. Parker kneels down in front of my seat as he stares at me intently. I try to say something, anything, but decide against it as I catch my breath.

He reaches the hem of my dress and lifts it up my legs. I lift my ass off the seat as much as I can to try to help him lift it further. He grabs the lace on my panties and pulls them down my legs. He then reaches back into his suit pocket and pulls out a pair of black lace panties. “These are the ones that came with the vibrator.” He chuckles to himself. “Good thing I brought them with me.” He takes the black vibrator out of my now used panties and places it in the new ones. And then he proceeds to put the fresh ones on me.

Once done, he pulls my dress back down and leans up, placing his face in front of mine. “Smile,” he says with a soft smile of his own. “You’re beautiful.” And with that he gives me a soft kiss, which I can’t help but return.

He gets up, sits beside me, and grabs my hand. “Are you okay?”

I nod my head and take a deep breath. “Just trying to pull myself together,” I say with a sigh. God, I’m so tired. I don’t wanna go to a party now.

He smirks. “I thought you would enjoy it.”

“I did. No matter how inappropriate that was,” I say, still feeling the tingling between my legs.