Craving You (TBX #2) (7 page)

“That’d mean you’d have to touch me, which you will
never
do again.”

“Tell me something I haven’t heard before from those sexy lips of yours.” His words contradict his voice. He sounds harsh but laced with want.

“I hate you.”

“Yup. Heard that already.
Next
.”

“You’re such a little fuckface.”

“What, you want me to fuck your face? Damn, okay.” He starts for his jeans in mock sarcasm.

“Ohmygosh. NO!” His laughter rings through the truck, and I, again, roll my eyes at him as we pull into the driveway of our home. Quickly reaching for the door handle, he hits the locks before I manage to open it. I’m really getting tired of this door lockin’ bullshit.

Parker leans over in the cab of the truck and invades my personal space as I press my back up against the window. If he tries to kiss me, I’ll cave. I know it. Even though I’m so pissed at him, I still want him
. Fucking hormones and his glorious dick
.

“We’re not done playin’ this game, Kelsey. The question is, are you ready to wave the white flag? You know you want me so just admit it. Admit it, and I’ll let you have what you want. Admit you crave me, sweetness.” He’s inches from my face. His lips are right. There. If I admit any of that, then he wins. He will have the upper hand, and I just can’t give him that.

“Unlock the damn door and get out of my face.” Anger laces my voice, but it’s not true anger. It’s lust anger.

I’m Lustry
. I’m angry I can’t rip his clothes off and straddle him right here. Right now.

Click.

The doors unlock, and I’m released into freedom.

Parker

My fuckin’ balls are so blue I’m legit worried they may fall off. Kelsey has been parading around the house in her short as fuck shorts and bikini top for the past hour while she and Brealynn wait on Savannah and Hannah to come over. Right now, she’s in the kitchen trying to reach for the vodka, her ass shimmying in her shorts tryin’ to gain more ground with the vodka.

“Do you have the Bluetooth speaker, Kels?” Brealynn calls out.

“Yeah! It’s in the bag.” My front presses against her back while reaching above her for the vodka. I’m tired of watching her struggle.
My dick can’t take much more
. She turns around quickly, facing me. Her eyes look up into mine.

“Thanks,” she whispers, never leaving my stare.
Fuck, I want her.
I can’t take much more of icing her out. I’m a weak man when it comes to her.

“I know a better way you can thank me.”

“Parker,” she warns with her hand on my chest but not pushing me away. A knock at the door causes us both to jump before we hear Brealynn answer it. It’s Savannah and Hannah.

“You look so sweet, I just want to lick you.” I bend down to whisper in her ear then slowly pull her earlobe into my mouth. A sigh leaves her body.

Then I walk away. Because if I don’t, I would have fucked her right there, her friends be damned.

“Cindy called.”

“Who the hell is Cindy? Is she hot?” I respond to Colt’s statement as we walk toward the box, Tim following to take some pictures of us riding for the TBX website.

“She’s the one organizing the photo shoot. She’s cute—that’s beside the point.” He shakes his head in frustration. “They have moved the shoot to Wednesday instead of Monday, somethin’ about technical issues.”

“All right, well, you know what that means.”

“Party this weekend?” Tim chimes in.

“You bet your ass.” When we walk up to the ramps and look up, I see Kelsey on my bike and freeze. All four girls look in our direction as we approach. Kelsey beams a smile at me.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Fist clenched at my sides.

“I’m Parker. Douchebag BMX rider.
Duh
,” she says with a drunk giggle. I take in the situation, Kelsey on my prize possession in her bikini, and that’s when I see Brealynn sitting on Colt’s bike as well. He, however, doesn’t seem as upset as I am.

“Real funny. Get off my bike,” I demand as Colt walks over toward Brealynn, and I grab the handle of my bike.

Brealynn smiles at him. “We’re just pretending to be you guys. I think Kelsey has Parker
nailed
.” That’s when I laugh. Well, she’s
nailed
me, that's for sure. Kelsey glares at me like she knows what I’m thinking.

“Come on, girls, let’s go lay out,” Hannah whines.

She and Savannah head toward the dock while Tim chimes in, “Skinny dippin’?” They giggle at his comment while they all three walk to the pond.

“I think that’s a good idea. Lay out not the skinny dippin’,” Brealynn agrees before Colt wraps his arms around her.

Kelsey looks up at me and gets off my bike. I stare hard down at her. Everyone is in his or her own conversations when Kelsey confesses, “Sorry. We were just messin’ around.” Her pout almost makes it all okay.
Almost
.

“We both know what of mine you want to ride. Let me know when you’re ready for a spin.”

“Gah, I hate you.” She pulls away from the bike.

“Don’t I know it.” She glares my direction one more time before taking off in the direction of the pond. I watch every step as she walks her sexy ass away from me. Tan legs and an ass worth killing for.

Kelsey

The water cascading down my back causes a sting that reminds me I’m sunburned. I knew better than to get drunk and lay out all before three in the afternoon. Derek called me about an hour ago; he wants to take me to dinner and drunk me thought it was a fabulous idea … I figured a shower would help sober me up. Stepping out of the shower, I half expect Parker to be waiting for me, but he’s not.

I continue to get ready, and before I know it, Brealynn is yelling, no screaming, up the stairs. “Kelsey! Derek is here!” It’s like she wants to make damn sure Parker hears her. Mission accomplished—Russia heard her.

Quickly, I gather my crossbody purse strapping it over my azure colored sundress and head downstairs. As soon as my foot hits the stairs, my eyes collide with his—Parker’s not Derek’s as they should have. I redirect my eyes, finding Derek’s and smile.

“You look breathtaking,” he assures me grabbing for my hand.

“Thank you.” My hand entwines with his. I chance one more glance at Parker. I shouldn’t have. His beautiful face is strained while his eyebrows furrow together; he glares at our interwoven hands. Then his eyes meet mine, and his face is hard.

Derek leads me out of the house and to his car. We head down the highway, and I can’t get the look Parker gave me out of my head. It was like he was actually hurt. It’s so comical I could laugh, but his face frozen in my mind won’t allow me.

Derek and I have a nice dinner at a local Chinese restaurant. I don’t really care for Chinese. Derek is secure and confident. He’s everything I should be looking for if I was actually looking. Which, I’m not. When we exit the restaurant, he pulls me to him, lips pressing to mine. His lips are urgent and careless. Nothing like Parker.

I give in to the kiss. Trying anything to get
him
off my mind. I grab a hold of Derek’s shoulders pulling him in closer to me, and we deepen the kiss. His hands roam over my arms and down my sides, pulling me tighter to him. Why does this feel wrong when I just want to feel good? Why can’t Derek be that guy for me? I’ve never had this problem before.

I think Parker broke my vagina.
Fuck.

Derek pulls away from my lips with heavy breathing. “I have to be a gentleman here, Kelsey. It’s hard, but I like you too much.”

“Okay,” I whisper up to him. See, he’s a
good
guy. A
caring
guy. Why don’t I feel put out that he doesn’t want to fuck me up against the brick of the building?

“Come on, sweetie. I’ll take you home.” He wraps me protectively under his arm leading me to his Mustang GT.
Sweetie
. My mind makes me hear Parker’s moan calling me
sweetness
; I know my panties are wet, and it’s not from the kiss I just had.

Parker

The past ten months have been hell. Since the day we lost our mother, the whole dynamic between us Taylor boys has changed. We use to live fast and hard, blowing through competitions as fast as women. That was all before we lost our heart. My mother was the root of us boys and my sister, Jamie, too. She tried her hardest to keep us in line. She was always there for us, cheering us through to the finish line. Jamie, our little sister, has taken her death hard as well. She does anything to grab the attention of our dad and our mom’s sister, Aunt Elaine.

Mom was happy most days, but when she wasn’t, it was horrible. She’d lock herself away so tight no one could reach her. A vacant stare would take over her tear-stained face. Colt and I, we tried to help her. We always tried to make her laugh. Her smile would light up our day, her laugh a sweet melody to our ears. Dad would try to help as well, but he seemed to make the problem worse more than he fixed anything. Before her death, I found out the secret that broke my mother. I haven’t told a soul. I promised her I wouldn’t, although she promised me she was okay. When I ride, I feel her presence, no matter where I am. Colt chose to run as far away as he could from the pain of losing her, whereas I chose to stay. Someone has to graduate and take the company from our dad. Staying was the responsible thing to do, so that’s what I did. TBX is everything to me. It’s no surprise to me that Colt is better at riding than I am. If I want to stay in this life, TBX is my anchor.

Finishing up at the office with Dad, I make my way to the house and up the stairs then I shut the door to my room. Plopping down on my bed, I take a deep breath while kicking off my shoes. Stepping into the bathroom, I take care of business after I lock the door that leads to Kelsey’s room. I don’t need her barging in here fucking with my head. I hear giggling through the door and wait to flush the toilet; I don’t want her to know I’m within hearing range.

“You did not!” Brealynn’s voice is full of disbelief.

“Hell yes, I did. I don’t know what to do with that boy. He ties me in knots.”

“Wow. Never thought I’d see this day. Maybe you guys being together wouldn’t be so bad.” I walk away at Brealynn’s comment with a flush of the toilet. I can’t fuckin’ listen to her talking about Derek like that. It pisses me off that she means more to me than a quick fuck.
Has she fucked him?
Stalking off down the stairs, I make my way down to the living room to find Tim and Colt sitting around bullshittin’ on the couch.

“Let’s throw that party,” I demand. She wants to move on with things with Derek? Then it’s time I move on or under someone else too.

“Set up the keg for tomorrow. “

“Tomorrow? I thought you guys had that photo shoot,” Brealynn questions while she enters the living room with Kelsey on her heels.

“Cindy with
Ride or Run
called me this morning, love. It’s been rescheduled for next Wednesday,” Colt responds, and Kelsey’s eyes find mine.

Her mouth slightly sagging open in surprise before a small, proud smile takes over her face as she questions, “You’re doin’ the shoot too?”