The UN Series Complete Box Set (194 page)

“How was that inappropriate?” he asks, totally clueless.

“I’m about to meet your mother in six-inch heels, and I’m barely able to walk.” My legs feel like Jell-O. My entire body feels like a ton of bricks. Having an orgasm does that to me. I think it’s because it’s so hard for me to get off in the first place, that it completely drains me.

He chuckles as he lifts my left hand to his lips. “You’re welcome.” He kisses my knuckles and then looks over giving me a cocky smile. I pull my hand from his hold and try to straighten myself up. I dig into my clutch and grab my little mirror. I try to look myself over and my hair that I spent an hour on trying to put up in the perfect bun is hanging half off my head. My lipstick is smeared and my face is flushed.

“Shit,” I hiss as I pull out my bun.

“I like it when you wear your hair down,” he says running his hands through it. He picks up the sock that was holding my sock bun together and frowns as he stares at it like it’s an alien. “You had a sock in your hair?” he questions confused.

I ignore him as I go to work on my make-up. I look out the tinted window to see all the tall buildings of downtown pass us by. We gotta be getting close.

After I make myself somewhat presentable, I move away from him to the other seat and reach over to pour another glass of champagne. He raises an eyebrow in question as I down it but doesn’t bother asking. I wouldn’t have an answer anyway. I just had a mind-blowing orgasm in the back of his father’s limo, and I’m sure the driver heard it, even with the divider up.

He chuckles and it gets my attention. “What?” I snap.

“I prefer you much more when you’re moaning and withering under me in pleasure,” he says matter-of-factly.

“That’s funny because I prefer you more when you don’t touch me,” I shoot back. The man knows that he affects me. And he eats it up. Bastard!

I fix my black choker and take a deep breath hoping the champagne will help my already heavy legs work better. I’m either gonna fall flat on my face or look like a drunken idiot. Either way, I’m gonna be the life of the party.

*****

KATHERINE

I stand at the far end of the dance floor as I give fake smiles and sip on my champagne. I had just met his mother when Parker left me alone with her to meet some guy that his father kept insisting on. I try to pay attention to the woman, but after the third time, I quit correcting her when she introduced me as her son’s girlfriend. The woman wants her son to fall in love so badly that I’m pretty sure she would allow any woman in this hotel to fill that role. If only she knew what I really was to her son. What would she think of me if she knew that he just gave me an orgasm with a vibrator not even an hour ago? That he gave me fresh panties and placed the vibrator back in them? Slut? Easy? Whore? I’m sure all those and more would come to her mind.

“So Katherine, what do you do?” I look up from my champagne flute to stare into brown eyes. Her lips are too big for her small framed face and her eyebrows are drawn on. That seems to be the new trend these days.

“I’m a nurse,” I respond with a fake smile. I somehow feel like I fit in here. They’re all fake. But they wear their fakeness on the outside. I wear mine on the inside. Well, except for my tits. I can’t hide those big fake things if I tried.

“Oh.” Her overly large lips make a perfect O. Her voice was filled with nothing but judgment. Everyone here is a future president or heiress to billions. To them, I’m just their maid who can clean the shit off their shoes.

Parker’s mother places a soft hand on my arm and smiles proudly. “She’s being modest. She’s an ER nurse. She saves lives every day.”

“That must make you feel very…accomplished,” the woman says before licking her red lips.

I stare at her blankly. Stupid questions don’t deserve stupid answers. She looks away from me and looks over at Parker’s mother. “I honestly thought Parker would one day settle down with my niece. They had that little fling a few years back…”

It all makes sense now. She hated me from the second she told her that I was his girlfriend. I smile brightly at that thought. “Well, I’d love to chat, ladies, but I’m gonna go find my man.” The words roll off my tongue as sweet as butter and the hard look I get from the plastic bitch tells me that I struck another nerve. Maybe I should mention a pregnancy. Nah, that would just look poorly on me as I hold a flute of champagne in my hand. Instead, I lift my flute to my lips and swallow what was left of it.

I turn to walk across the dance floor when my eyes spot Parker. He’s leaning up against the bar, eyes locked on mine. He looks so out of place. He’s removed his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened his tie. Everyone here looks so uptight whereas he looks relaxed and confident. I don’t know what it is, but I find his arms to be sexy. He’s wearing a big Rolex watch that is all black and lays perfectly on his wrist. I can see the muscles in his arms flex as he lifts his scotch on the rocks to his lips and takes a sip. He sets it on the bar and pats the man he’s talking to on the shoulder before he heads straight toward me. I go to take a step forward but stop. He can come to me.

He walks slowly to me as his eyes stay on mine. They’re intense and all-consuming. My body heats up and my breath quickens as he stares at me like he wants to devour me in front of everyone. I’d gladly lie down on a table and open myself up for him for all to watch.

His eyes stray from mine and to my neck. I lift my hand to touch my neck when he reaches me and grabs my wrists.

“Why are you staring at my neck?” I question. Did he give me a hickey in the limo?

His eyes meet mine once again. “Because this choker…” He runs his free hand over it. He takes a deep breath before he licks his lips and lowers his mouth to my ear. “This choker makes me want to take my belt off and wrap it around your neck as I fuck you from behind.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath of my own.

“I’d like that.”

He chuckles. “I know you would.” He runs the back of his knuckles down my face. “You’re a dirty little girl.”

I’ve always liked dirty sex. The dirtier, the better.

“Dance with me?” he asks as he takes my hand.

“You know how to dance?” I ask surprised.

He nods. He takes my hands and pulls me close to him. As we start to dance, he speaks. “My mother made me take dance lessons,” he growls as if he hates that memory. “I was in football and my mother said ballet would help make me limber. Less broken bones, she had said.” He laughs. “I took it for about a year. It only took me a day to realize that women liked a guy who could dance.”

“Well, that’s very true,” I say with a smile.

He returns it before he lifts his arms and spins me around in a circle. I wrap my arms around him as I stop spinning and let out a soft laugh. He lowers his face down to mine. “If you like that, you’re gonna love this.”

My eyes widen the second I feel the vibrator come on. “Please…” I beg as my hips jerk.

“What, sweetheart?” he asks with a cocky smile.

“Parker,” I take a deep breath. “I can’t…not right now.”

He wraps his arms tightly around me, pulling me into him. His hardness presses the vibrator against me as he holds me to him. “You’re so beautiful when you come,” he whispers into my ear.

“Everyone will see me.” I swallow and close my eyes.

“No one will know but me. Just keep dancing.” He pulls away from me and spins me around once again.

I let out a moan as he pulls me back into him. “I…Oh, God.”

He leans down, placing his face in my neck. “I love it when you call me God.”

I can’t even pretend to be a bitch at the moment. Another sensation starts to roll over me and my insides tighten. My legs refuse to work, but he grabs me and holds me tightly to him as we pretend to know what we are doing. I probably look like I have two left feet. And he probably looks like an idiot trying to teach me.

I take a deep breath and then his lips are on mine. I feel my legs moving as he pushes me backward. Then my back hits a hard surface. His hands come up to my face and they hold it in place as he deepens the kiss. My mind swirls as my body finds its release once again.

I open my eyes and he pulls away. “I need more,” I whisper. Not able to speak any louder.

“What do you need?” His thumb runs across my swollen, wet lips.

“You.” I can still feel him. He’s hard and I want him inside of me.

He takes my hand and starts to pull me back on the dance floor. I look up as I try to keep up with him and see his father standing over in the corner staring at us and I drop my eyes to the floor. Did he see us? Does he know what happened? No way! He probably just saw us kissing.

I take a deep breath as the cool air hits my face when we walk through the front door. He helps me down the grand steps that lead up to the fancy hotel and into our limo that sits outside.

“Drive around the block,” he orders the driver.

“Sir?” he questions as he looks at us in the rearview mirror.

“Drive around the block until I tell you to stop,” he orders once again and then presses the button for the divider to go up.

I go to speak, but his hand goes in my hair and his lips land on mine. His muscular body pushes mine backward, and I lean awkwardly on the long bench seat. My hands make their way to his black dress pants and unbutton them quickly. He pulls away from my mouth and pulls down my dress to expose my breasts to him.

“Fucking perfect,” he hisses before his lips attack my nipple. I cry out as I feel his teeth bite down into it.

I manage to get my hand into his pants and to his hard cock. I grab a hold of the base of it and he jerks away.

“Get up,” he orders, grabbing my arm.

I do as he says, and he takes me over to the double seats at the back. He positions me on my knees, and I prop my elbows on the seats.

I feel the air from the air-conditioner as he lifts my dress up and over my ass. Then my panties are pulled down and I jump when his fingers run up my soaked pussy.

“God, baby.” He sighs. “Your pussy is so wet.” I can hear the satisfied smile in his voice. “Gonna come again for me?”

I’m not sure my body can come again. I’m just not made that way. But I don’t need an orgasm to enjoy sex. Not with Parker. And he knows that.

I yelp when his hand slaps my ass. “I asked you a question, beautiful.”

“I’ll try.”

He slaps my ass again, and I smile because I was hoping for that reaction. I shove my hips back into him. And he chuckles. “You wanna play?” he asks as he fists his hands into my hair and jerks my head back. “Let’s play.”

I hear the ripping of the plastic of the condom. I scream out a second later when he enters me roughly.

One hand grabs my hair and tightens just how I like it while the other reaches between our bodies. I jump when the vibrator connects with my overly sensitive clit. “Hold it,” he demands. And I place all my weight on my left arm as I take my right hand and place it between our bodies.

My head drops to the cold seat as he lets go of my hair and grabs my hips. His fingers dig into my skin as we move back and forth. My thoughts spin and my heart pounds as I take in one deep breath after another. “Parker.” I cry out his name as he stretches me over and over.

“You like this?” he grinds out. “Like me fucking you hard?” He rears back and thrusts into me.

I moan at the feel of him and the vibrator falls out of my hand, unable to hold onto it. Unable to hold onto reality.
Everything is spinning.

He pulls out of me, and I sigh as my body falls down onto the seat. He smacks my ass. Hard. “Get up on the bench,” he orders roughly.

I start to move, but he has to help me. I lie flat on my back and look up at the mirror that lines the ceiling as he once again lifts my dress. Parker grabs the vibrator up off the floor and places it on my pussy once again. My body jerks and I reach down to grab it. “I can’t.” I swallow. “Not again,” I beg.

He grabs my hands and places them above my head. He holds them down against the seat with one hand and then places the vibrator back on my pussy. I try to fight it. I try to get free as I feel the sensation start to build.

“I wanna know you’re dripping wet for me,” he growls and my pussy throbs. “I want you to come so hard that you can’t walk.”

I try to pull my wrists apart, but his hand just tightens. He moves the vibrator down a little bit and then I feel it enter my pussy. “God,” I cry out.

“That’s right,” he says soothingly. “Come again for me, Kat. I wanna hear you fucking scream.” He hovers over me, shorts still on and pants down around his ankles as he stares down at me.

He pushes it in further and I clench my jaw shut as I feel my insides tighten. I take a deep breath as he pulls it out and then he pushes it in again and I let go. My arms lock and my legs muscles tighten to the point that my toes curl. I scream out his name over and over as the wave washes over me taking all the energy I had left.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

PARKER

The limo comes to a stop at the front door of the Grand hotel once again. And I smile as Kat tips the flute and downs a little bit more of champagne. I’m three for three so far. I would have never guessed that would have been possible for her, but it was. I’m a fucking champ if I must say so myself.

I open up the door and get out. I place my hand out for her to grab. I know she’s exhausted, and I really don’t plan to stay much longer.

“My panties?” she asks as she stumbles.

I smile. “They are in my pocket.

“Can I have them?”

I shake my hand and she nods. I think the woman is drunk off orgasms. I’m pretty sure the champagne has no effect on her but the sex? It most certainly does.

I place my hand on her back as we walk up the stairs and enter the party once again. She leans into me. “I’m going to use the restroom.”

“Okay. I’ll be over at the bar,” I say before she walks away.

I make my way over to the bar and order another scotch when I see my father head straight toward me.

“You fucked her in my limo,” he growls as he looks at me.

“What I do with her is none of your concern.” How in the hell did he find that out? We weren’t discreet, but it’s not like we did it on the hood for all to see.

“Actually it is. It could cost me. If word got out…”

“Don’t worry, pops.” I slap him on the shoulder, still on the high that she puts me on. “She’s not costing me a penny.” When in reality, she is. We all have that one drug of choice. That one addiction we can’t let go. She’s mine. And I have no desire to stop.

“Oh, believe me, she will cost you,” he says grabbing my arm.

I yank my arm out of his grasp. “Maybe you need to keep your hookers a little more hush-hush,” I whisper harshly. “If you’re so worried about what things will cost you.”

“Boy…” he growls.

“What?” I snap. “How could my sleeping with her possibly hurt your reputation?” I go to walk away but decide to turn back for more. “Why don’t you just throw some money at it? That’s what you’re good at. Paying people off.” I throw the words at him, and his face reddens with rage.

This time when I turn my back to him, I keep it that way as I walk to find Kat. My eyes spot her immediately. Even if I didn’t know that she had just been fucked, I’d still be able to tell. She has that look about her. Freshly fucked hair. Flushed skin and the way she smiles. She looks to be drunk, but I know it’s not the alcohol. It’s what I just finished doing to her. And I already wanna do it again.

I walk right up to her and take her in my arms, stealing her away from my mother. I kiss her in front of everyone. For all to see. If the press does come out tomorrow speaking of me fucking some girl in my father’s limo, at least they’ll have pics to go with it. How I was all over her. How I groped her. How I fucked her. Bring it!

I pull away, and she slowly opens her eyes. I grab her arm and speak. “We’re leaving,” I inform her just before I yank on her arm and pull her out the front door.

“What happened?” she asks looking around the street as we stand and wait for a cab. “Where’s the limo?”

“We’re taking a cab,” I say grabbing her hand as I see one pull up to the hotel. It had to be the fucking limo driver who told him what we did. And it’s none of their business what I choose to do with her.

Before she can say anything, I shove her into the cab and crawl in behind her. I slam the door shut and give him her address. She leans over and places her head on my shoulder.

I try to lift my hips so I can get my hand in my pocket to retrieve my vibrating phone.
Mom
lights up my screen. I sigh heavily before answering. “Hello?”

“Why did you leave?” she asks in a rush. “Did he say something to you?” She knows my dad and I don’t get along. And I hate that our relationship suffers because of it. But I refuse to put up with his shit, whereas she continues to take it.

“It’s fine, Mom. I needed to get Katherine home is all.” I look down at her head lying on my shoulder and find her softly snoring. She’s out! Guess that’s what sex and alcohol do to her.

“Will you come by for dinner tomorrow?” she asks and I hate to tell her no but I do.

“I have to work. I’ll call you next week, and we can figure something out,” I say and hang up before she can ask any more questions.

The cab driver pulls up to her house and I pay him before I pick her up in my arms and carry her into her house. Thankfully, I dug through her clutch and pulled out her keys before we stopped. Trying to unlock her front door with her sleeping in my arms was hard enough to do.

Once I get into her house, I carry her back to her room and she sits up immediately, looking around as if she’s lost.

“It’s okay,” I say pushing her hair back from her face. “You’re home.”

She lies flat on the bed and stretches as she yawns. “Are you staying?”

Am I staying? “Where else would I go?” I ask undoing my pants.

She gives me a sleepy smile and scoots over allowing me some space. Once I unbutton my shirt and remove that along with my socks and shoes, I crawl in beside her. I kiss her on the head and pull her to me.

“Goodnight, baby,” she whispers.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” I say as I close my eyes.

She chuckles to herself. “So much for five.”

I smile. “I still owe you two.” I kiss her cheek. “In the morning,” I promise. She’s exhausted and needs her sleep.

*****

“Hello,” I mumble as I lift my Monster to our secretary as I enter the office at our security company.

“Hey, Parker.” She smiles brightly and I try to return it.

“Whoa. What happened to you last night?” Slade questions, looking me up and down.

“Had my father’s party.” I walk to my desk and fall down behind it.

“Do I even want to ask how it went?” he asks, walking in after me.

“The sex was great,” I say, and he chuckles.

“Well, I’m glad you hooked up with someone.”

“Katherine,” I say, and he falls down into the chair in front of my desk.

“Excuse me?” he asks wide-eyed. “You’re still sleeping with her? Even after what happened outside of the bar?”

“Yep,” I say with a smile. He chuckles as he shakes his head. “Do I even want to know what you are thinking?” I question.

He gives me a cocky smile.
Douche!
“You’ve fallen for her.”

“What can I say?” I lift my arms out to my side. “I’ve become the whipped pussy that I always made fun of.” Did I just confess to falling in love? Yes, yes, I did just that! Dear God, kill me now!

The smile drops off his face. “There’s nothing wrong with finding someone who loves you for you, Parker.”

“I wouldn’t say that she loves me.”

He smiles once again. “If she’s putting up with you, then she loves you.”

Tate walks in and sits down as well. Just great. They’re gonna bust my balls. “What’s so funny?” he asks. Then he looks at me. “Found your mind yet?”

Slade points at me. “Parker has fallen in love.”

Tate snorts. “You think? He came home a couple of days ago throwing his arms around and making a scene.”

Slade looks over at him. “I’m being serious. Parker is in love,” he repeats.

Tate looks at me, and he tilts his head to the side as he looks me over. His dark blue eyes widen and a smile cracks across his face. “Well, I’ll be damned.” He chuckles. “You have officially fallen for Katherine.” He smiles.  “It’s like a cat that’s addicted to catnip.” They both laugh at his lame joke. “Oh, Missy is gonna love this.” He reaches into his jeans pocket and produces his phone. I all but jump over the table and snatch the phone out of his hand.

“No. No. No.” I shake my head quickly, wrapping my hand around it to where he can’t take it from me to call Missy. “You can’t tell Missy,” I demand.

They both stare at me with blank faces. “Boy, you are in deep,” Tate whispers.

“He’s afraid that she doesn’t love him back,” Slade says to him.

“I can tell.” Tate nods his head in agreement. “He is whipped. I mean bad…”

“Just shut up,” I announce to the room. “Quit talking about me as if I’m not sitting right in front of you,” I hiss. “I know what I am.”
Hell has frozen over.

“Hmm,” Tate mumbles as they continue to sit there and stare at me blankly. He then looks over at Slade. “We need to meet her.”

“You know her,” I remind him, rolling my eyes.

“Yes,” Slade says turning to him. “That’s a great idea.” They both nod their heads. “Let’s get everyone together. And this time you can try not to fuck it up.”

I drop my elbows on the table and place my head in my hands. I sigh heavily when I hear them cheering. I had told my mother that I had to work on the force tonight, but that was a lie. Now I wish it wasn’t.

*****

KATHERINE

I lie in bed under the covers in an oversized shirt and a bag of chips next to me, watching infomercials. Don’t ask me why but I like them. I got up this morning when Parker went into work and went to see my father. I spent some time with him and then came back home to do nothing. You ever have one of those days where you do absolutely nothing? Today is that day.

I grab another chip out of the bag before wiping my greasy hand on my t-shirt when my cell rings.

Sexy Motherfucker
lights up on my screen.

“Hello?” I say, shoving another chip into my mouth.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“Nothing,” I say as I reach over and grab my beer off the nightstand.

“You are now. We’re going out.”

I look over at my clock and it reads a little past seven. “No.
We
are not going anywhere.” Last night wore my ass out. I wanna do nothing tonight. I feel like being lazy and eating everything I want at the moment. Aunt flow is about to come home for a visit, and I eat everything in sight.

“We are,” he says matter-of-factly.

“Park…”

“This was just a courtesy call to give you a heads up. I’m already in my truck and on my way.”
Click.

“Parker?” I snap to a dead line. “Parker?” I say once again hoping this was a prank call. No response.

“Ugh.” I lie back down and look down at my grease fingered shirt and an open bag of potato chips. My phone beeps signaling a message. I open it up and there staring at me is a selfie of Parker sitting at a stop light with a smile on his face.
Be there in fifteen
is written below it.

“Shit!” I jump out of bed, making Boner roll over as I shove him out of my way. He can’t see me like this. I run to my closet. “What will I wear?” I haven’t done laundry in days. “Dammit,” I say stomping my foot. I was supposed to be lazy tonight.

The light blue mini dress I wore a week ago catches my eyes. I lift it up and smell it. Smells clean. But it’s a tad wrinkled. I run to the laundry room and throw it in the dryer along with a Bounty sheet. Then I run back to the bathroom.

“God, I look like shit!” I say, looking into the mirror. My hair is up in a messy bun and I have no make-up on. I frown as I look over my shirt. Quickly, I strip it off along with my underwear and jump into the shower. I curse out loud not even waiting for the water to warm up. I pour an ungodly amount of shower gel into my hand and wash my body before grabbing my razor and shaving my legs. Just to my knee, not even bothering to use shaving cream, just the soap that remains. Throw down the razor, wash off, and step out into the cold. Fuck, why did I even waste sixty seconds on shaving?

I go over to the cabinet and the first thing that I see is a bottle of baby powder. I rip out my ponytail, bend over and squeeze the bottle. I then toss it into the sink before I scrub my scalp, allowing the baby powder to soak up my greasy roots to make it look fresh and clean. I flip it back as I stand.

I then rip open a drawer and throw on some concealer along with some foundation. Mascara and a thin layer of lip-gloss. Yep, that’s all I have time for.  I run out of the bathroom and into the laundry room. I pull out the dress and pull it over my head. Cussing myself once again because the bitch is fucking hot, I’m glad at least my body has dried itself. I’m in the process of fixing the twins when the doorbell rings.

“One sec,” I yell out as I run back into my closet. Hopping from one foot to another, I manage to get both silver heels on. I blow my hair out of my face and straighten my dress before taking one deep breath and opening the door. I can’t help the huge smile that is on my face as I look at Parker’s dark eyes. This is much better than a night to myself. Why did I want to be alone again?