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* * * Continued from Part 8 * * *
"Parker, I want to be with you," I murmured against his ear. I sucked
in the downy lobe, feeling it between my teeth. My tongue explored the
shell of his ear.
Parker pulled back slowly, smoothing his hand over my hair. His eyes
wandered back to where Scotty slept in his chair. "We'll have to plan it a
little better next time." He kissed me again, this time a little softer and
cooler, easing me back up in the swing. His hand continued to play with my
hair, drifting over and around my cheek, touching my eyelashes and brow. I
leaned back and took a deep breath, giving in to his touch.
"You're right." I made an effort to quiet my breathing and reduce the
throb between my legs. Parker handed me my wine glass. At that moment all
I wanted to do was pour the contents of the glass in my lap, thereby
hopefully extinguishing the fire he started. Instead I politely sipped
from the glass.
"It's late. Why don't you and Scotty sleep in my extra bedroom? I'm
sure I can dig up a shirt of mine for you to wear and an extra toothbrush.
That way we can have breakfast and then I'll drive you two back home when
we're better rested."
I looked up at him and smiled. "Oh, I see what you're trying to do.
You want to know beforehand what I look like in the morning before you take
the next step." I laughed, tickling at his ribs. He jumped back, sloshing
red wine across the front of my shirt.
He laughed. His laugh was contagious. It had been a while. "Now look
what you've done. You'll have to take that shirt off and wash it before
that stain sets," Parker said.
"The 'stain sets?' Oooh, Parker, so domesticated. I'd love to see all
the stain-fighting gadgets you have in your laundry room." I continued to
tickle him, not concerned about my shirt. Parker started to tickle me back
and I was enjoying it. His hands brushed against the sides of my breasts
as we played, arousing me once again. I arched up against him, giggling in
his ear. He pushed back against my neck with his chin, drawing more
ticklish giggles from me. His chin was slightly rough with whiskers. He
continued to rub them over my chin and collarbone just to make me squirm
even more. I did and I was enjoying every minute of it.
With a sudden jerk of the swing I felt myself being lifted up and over
his broad shoulders. He was carrying me like he would a sack of oats for
the horses, thrown over his shoulders with my head down near his waist. I
felt him slap my rear, rubbing my curves after each friendly assault. I
wiggled in his arms. He slapped my rear again, I pinched his. He jumped,
we both giggled. "Shhhhh, you're going to wake everyone up," he said.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Where you won't be a nuisance to that boy's peaceful sleep." Parker
dumped me in the soft grass far from the house near a grouping of pear
trees. The grass was soft and damp, no roots from the trees prodded into
my body. I leaned back. I could see the warm glow of the living room from
where we were, content that I would see if my son woke up or needed
anything.
"He's fine." Parker kissed my neck, his lips and tongue sketching a hot
path down to my chest. My shirt, still wet from the spilled wine, hung
open at the neck. His lips tasted lower.
I opened my eyes and stared above Parker's head at the rustling canopy
of trees. The leaves rustled in the night breeze making room for the stars
and moon to shine down on us. The velvety darkness encircled us, creating
our own little cozy cave. The glow from the glass doors was our
nightlight. I ran my hands through his short hair feeling him move on top
of me. His hands were working below my waist through the armor of my blue
jeans. I wanted to peel them from me but knew I couldn't. We were only
stealing a few moments together like this before we had to return. But
soon. . .
Parker stiffened above me. "Damn." He got up and ran towards the house.
I leaned up on my elbows, completely perplexed at his reaction. I blinked
a few times before I realized the ringing I heard was not coming from a
hidden set of wind chimes tucked away in the trees but from the telephone
inside the house. Parker was already through the door by the time I got to
my feet.
When I walked into the living room Scotty was sitting up in the chair
rubbing his eyes. "Are we going home?" He asked as he held his arms out to
me. I slid down into the chair next to him and cuddled.
"Parker said we can spend the night. It's kind of late so I said that
would be okay." I smoothed back Scotty's hair from his forehead. He nodded
and buried himself deeper into my embrace.
"I'm sorry about that," Parker said as he returned to the living room.
"I left a message with one of my subcontractors to call me tonight. I
totally forgot."
I nodded and smiled. "How about you show me where our room is so that I
can settle Scotty in?"
"And get you out of that shirt," Parker said with a wink.
I returned his smile.
Parker opened the door to a bedroom fit for a horde of kids. Model
airplanes hung from the ceiling, model cars, newer and antique, decorated
shelves and the top of the chest of drawers. A telescope sat by a window,
forever pointed to the heavens, ready for anyone to take a look at the
magic within the scope. The bed was large and decorated with an old quilt.
Baseball equipment, football gear and golf clubs stood in one corner. I
recognized Parker's old high school football jersey thrown across a chair.
I turned back the quilt as Parker entered carrying a sleeping Scotty.
Gently he laid him in the large bed. I slipped off Scotty's shoes and
socks, tucking the covers around him. I went around to the other side of
the bed and turned down the covers on that side. I wanted Parker to see
that I intended to sleep here with Scotty, not in his room. Parker didn't
flinch.
"Now, about that shirt. Come with me," Parker said. He turned on the
closet light and left the door cracked. I smiled at his little show of
consideration towards Scotty and the possibility a boogey man or two might
bother him. Scotty did like to sleep with a nightlight.
I followed him into the laundry room and watched as he pulled one of his
many denim shirts from a hanger. I stepped into the darkest corner of the
laundry room and turned my back on him, slipping from my shirt and bra. I
turned slightly to reach for the shirt he was offering. I'm sure he was
afforded a long glance at my silhouette. Parker took my shirt and began to
run cold water over the stain. I finished buttoning his shirt and turned
towards him as he was wringing the remains of the water from my shirt.
"Very cute," he commented.
"Thank you. I've always liked denim." I walked over to where he was
fastidiously examining my shirt for anymore shadows of a stain. "What a
surprise you are, Parker. First with dinner, then with that lovely bedroom
and now you're doing my laundry. How did I get so lucky," I teased. I
studied his profile. His smile produced a little dimple in his cheek, a
light crinkling around his eyes.
"I thought you might tease me about that bedroom," he said, hanging my
shirt up to dry. "Most of that stuff in there came from my mom and dad's
old place. Well, most of it. I confess I still like to put together some
model airplanes."
"I think it's wonderful. Scotty will think he's on vacation when he
wakes up to all that stuff."
"He can come by anytime and play with any of it. So can you," Parker
said sincerely.
He brushed back a tendril of hair that had drifted across my cheek,
tucking it tenderly behind my ear. A shiver ran down my spine when he
leaned in and kissed me softly on my cheek where his fingers just grazed.
He kissed my lips next. "Get to bed, Torie. We'll have our time together.
That is, if you want it as bad as I do."
I turned deep crimson. I don't know why I did at that time since I'm
not given over to blushing very often. I hoped I hadn't offended him by
turning down the bed next to my son but I couldn't risk being alone with
him with Scotty in the next room. What I had in mind would require a few
hours and hopefully a lot of vocalizations. "Goodnight, Parker."
* * * Continued on Part 10 * * *
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