Cat & Mouse Games (Tempting Mr. Parker) (2 page)

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my fat cock, take my dick, cream all over me.”

God, he’s so dirty, nasty and rough… and I love it. God help me, I love him. I think.

One orgasm isn’t enough for him. No, Joe keeps fucking me. I come twice more before he finally surrenders, finally lets his own release take over.

He swears and calls my name as he jerks. Rough spasmodic thrusts before he spurts his seed deep inside me, coats my inner walls with his cum. I tighten my legs around him, my pussy spasms, milks him, and I smile with every tiny shudder I feel going through his body.

He slumps over me, and we tangle intimately until the last shudder and tide of pleasure ebbs away, our breaths intermingling.

Mr. Parker leans to the side, pulls me with him and strokes my hair. His fingers trace my nose, cheek, lips. I wrap around him, lay my head on his chest and feel more relaxed than I have in months.

I’m giddy, thinking about the fact that we still have the entire weekend, plus Monday since it’s a national holiday, together. Three whole fuck and love filled days.

Four days before he has to report to the base.

But Mr. Parker shatters my heavenly illusion. He takes a deep breath and then blurts out his news. “Your parents invited me to the cabin for this weekend. I couldn’t refuse, baby.”

My head shoots up, and I stare at him open-mouthed. “What?”

Okay, that is kinda shrewish, but what the heck? I scowl at him, growly and angry now. “You mean, you’d rather go hunting with my dad than spend time with me? Really?” My family owns a log cabin in Midland, near hunting preserves.

He strokes my back, hand tracing my spine with a gentle touch. “Jess, sweetheart, you know I’d rather spend my time with you. The problem is, I’ve been with you any time I can and I think your dad is getting suspicious.”

I narrow my eyes. “You’re some super, bad ass spec op man. You’re overseas doing super-secret things all the time!”

“But after each mission, I’ve always come home. I haven’t been doing that, and your dad is asking questions.”

I blink.
Well, damn.
“Like what?”

“He wants to know if I’m seeing someone.”

“And what did you say?”

“That I’ve been taking care of family matters. I have an elderly aunt in Westbrook, and I’ve got Power of Attorney over her assets and medical needs. As far as he’s concerned, I’ve been busy with Aunt Camille’s errands.”

“Oh, okay.”

“The problem is, one time Aunt Camille called your parent’s house looking for me and wondering why I hadn’t visited in so long.”

I wince. “Ouch.”

Mr. Parker smiles grimly. “Aunt Camille has Alzheimer’s. Sometimes she even forgets who I am.”

“But,
have
you visited her recently?”

He shakes his head, a sheepish look on his face. “My mistake. I’ve been too occupied by you.”

“Ah.” My heart swells when I hear he’s putting me above everything else. Selfish, but hey, he’s mine. He means the world to me, and I should mean it to him, as well.

Mr. Parker sighs. “When your dad asked me to come, I had no reason to refuse. At least, not one I could admit.”

Bummer. I haven’t seen him in two months, and I really, really miss him. Not just his body, but “him”, too. I’ve already planned a weekend filled with incredible sex. And now he has to go? Am I destined to spend the weekend with Mr. Parker Two?

Ugh.

Joe skims his fingers over my face. “Don’t worry, Jess. I’ll ask to take some of my vacation time after this. I’ve got plenty of rollover from last year.”

I plaster a smile on my face, but frown on the inside. I want him now, not weeks later. Yeah, I’m selfish. “When are you leaving?”

“After lunch.”

My mind goes into full-blown scheming mode. Today’s Thursday and if I drive home tonight, I’d be there by Friday morning. I know from experience my parents never leave the house for a weekend at the cabin before noon. Which means, with a bit of luck, I can alter this weekend to fit my own needs. Yeah, it may be a bit dangerous with my parents around, but the risk is what makes it even more fun.

I give him a light kiss on my lover’s nose. “Can we, at least, have one more round?”

“Baby.” His voice is a choked moan. “We can have two more if you’re up to it. We have several hours before my flight.”

Goody.

When I glide through the front door, bag in hand, I realize I actually have managed to surprise them. They hadn’t heard me turn into the driveway. They’re eating breakfast at the bar, and my mother’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open.

“Jessica!” She drops her bagel and opens her arms on automatic. “What on earth are you doing here?”

I lean into her arms for a brief hug. “Hello? Monday is Columbus Day. No classes, so I thought I’d come home for the long weekend.”

That helps Mom
get over her initial shock. “But you didn’t tell us. You could have at least called to tell us you were coming.”

My dad flicks the paper and peers at me over the newsprint, a blank look on his face as if he couldn’t care less about my appearance. But that’s just him. He’s rugged and stoic and never lets his emotions shine. When he’s happily tipsy, he says he loves me, but two star generals don’t turn into pussies or their soldiers wouldn’t listen to ‘em on the field.

“Surprise!” I plop onto a stool and then snag a piece of bagel from my mother’s plate.

Unfortunately, Mom knows me too well. “Okay,” she narrows her eyes. “What’s going on?”

So, I utter a fib to launch a thousand ships. One as confusing as that weird Dicaprio movie with the folding city and the “is it real or a dream” thread that wouldn’t die.

“Fine, you caught me.” I roll my eyes, act like a spoiled teenager and then launch into a recitation that would give the Micro Machines guy a heart attack. “There’s this guy, right? Sean? And he invited me to a party this weekend. But, his sister Sherry is also my BFF. Long story short, Sherry and I had a fight. And guess what? Suddenly Sean has uninvited me to the party. Can you believe that? He went even further and unfriended me on Facebook and blocked me on Twitter. Really?” My parents develop this glazed look over their eyes, and I know I’ve got ‘em. “And that pissed me off. Like, really, what does a fight with his sister have to do with us hanging out?” I snort and nibble on my bagel. “So, I thought I’d just come home and chillax.”

My mom blinks, her fork half way to her mouth, a perplexed look over her face. “What’s a Facebook? Twitter?”

My dad is now comfortable behind his paper once again. “That’s fad teenager stuff, LeAnn. Leave her alone. She’s having a girly crisis.”

“Exactly.” I nod. “I need to be somewhere I won’t see their fugly faces for a while. Too bad Sherry and I are in the same English class.” I pop the last of the pancake in my mouth. “Whatever. I need ice cream. And attention. A lot of it.”

My mom harrumphs. “When are you going to grow up?”

This would be the perfect time for Dad to cut in, but he just gives his usual deep, wise sigh and says nothing.

I’m a perfect, too adult for my own good, princess in my parents’ eyes. Growing up, I rarely pitched fits and whined, so it’s a comfort to my mom when I bust out with something like this. And, as I suspected, Mom buys the whole thing.

Girlie catfight, no party and icky boy. Yeah, that’s totally believable. I want to laugh like Dr. Evil, pinky pressed to my lips, when I think of the real reason I’m here.

You’re a naughty girl, Jessie
.

Why yes, yes I am.

My mom slides from her stool and pads toward the sink. “Your father and I are heading to the cabin for the weekend. Did you want to come along?”

I pout. “Didn’t you hear me? I need my adoring parents to shower me with attention and prove to me I’m the most perfect child ever.”

I should win an Oscar for my acting abilities. Seriously.

“Joe Parker is coming along, too.”
Dad announces from behind his paper. “We’re going hunting.”

I restrain myself, trying very, very hard not to smile and launch into a victory dance.
Score!

“I also invited Carolyn Somersby,” my mom adds, not realizing she’s about to end my world. “Remember her? The pretty widow from the Home and Garden book club?”

More restraint. Like, the Hulk not killing everything around him kind of restraint.
What the fuck?

My dad folds his newspaper. “Your mother is playing matchmaker. She thinks Mrs. Somersby would be perfect for Joe.”

What the fuck
i
ty fuck?

My mom waves a hand at my dad, as if batting at a fly. “God knows Joe needs a woman. Have you seen his house lately? I swear he’s just been…” she sighs. “He looked distraught the last time I saw him.”

I bite my lower lip so I won’t blurt out the truth. I bet Mr. Parker has been looking so drawn because he feels guilty about fucking me behind my parents’ back. And now, what the hell is this? Who’s this bitch Carolyn? If she so much as winks at my Mr. Parker, I will snatch her bald.

I shrug negligently, giving the appearance of calm beyond the surface of my skin. “Whatever. Maybe the countryside will be good for me, help take my mind off things.” I’ll also watch over my man and get a few bites of nookie under everyone’s noses. That sounds like a good plan.

“You don’t need to unpack, dear.” My mom loads Dad’s coffee cup into the dishwasher and gets it going. “Just load your bag in the SUV. We’ll stop at Mal’s on the way to grab some supplies.”

“Yeah, sure.” I give another non-committal shrug. Inside, I’m steaming and bubbling with jealousy. There’s no way in hell I’ll let some widow in Mom’s
f
r
ou-f
r
ou
book club put the moves on my man.

Looks like this weekend will be entertaining…

A half hour later, we park in front of Mr. Parker’s house and I watch as he steps onto the porch, hand raised in welcome. His face is split with a broad smile, midday sun heating him, and his cheeks are touched with a bit of pink.

Damn, it’s only been a day, and I want to pounce on him.

Of course, that healthy glow he’s sporting drains away when he sees me next to the SUV. He recovers quickly, not quick enough to fool me, but it doesn’t seem like the parents notice. He’s got the perfect poker face.

He nods at me politely, acts indifferently as he always had before I brought him on a trip to panty-town.

“Hey, Jess. How’s school?” His voice is calm, but his eyes are burning with… something.

I shrug. “Good. Boring. The usual. How was Iraq?”

“Hot. Boring. The usual. Taking a break from class?” Which is, of course, his way of saying “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“Yeah. I was just in the mood for fresh air and a bit of greenery.” Translation: Your ass is mine this weekend.

He nods. “Sure, this is the perfect place to relieve some stress.” I know he can’t believe I had enough balls to pull this.

“Eh, school is taxing, and I need a break here and there.” Well, he better believe I’ve got balls, brass ones… the size of watermelons.

“You deserve a break.” His voice is low, and it kinda looks as if he’s talking through clenched teeth.

I smile. “I think I do, too.” And if I happen to fuck him stupid during my break, woo hoo for me.

A tremendous breath leaves his chest, and he seems to surrender with a sigh. He knows I can be a stubborn, willful, girl. “Are you hunting with us, too?”

My smile grows wider and, perhaps, a bit wicked. “Not with guns. I have my own brand of hunting in mind.”

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing along his throat. He doesn’t ask any further questions, just climbs into the SUV.

My dad is driving, and Mom surprises me by riding shotgun. I figured she would sit in back with me for some “girl talk.” I sit behind them with Mr. Parker. What I had imagined would be a fun ride just got insanely better. I’m mischievous at heart, and torturing my secret lover under my parents’ nose is what I call high quality, first rate entertainment.

I had expected the whore named Carolyn (okay, so I don’t really
know
she’s a whore) to ride with us, but to my relief Carolyn is meeting us there. Mr. Parker still doesn’t know about the whore’s existence.

But, the woman has a cabin near ours, so we’re going to be semi-cabin buddies.

Joy.

Not.

I relax a bit at hearing my competitor won’t be joining us. It gives me plenty of time to fine-tune my plan, Operation: Tease (and fuck) Mr. Parker.

The name isn’t as snazzy as I’d like, but there will be hard core results.

Earlier, before we’d all loaded into the SUV, I’d slipped behind the wheel and checked the driver’s field of vision in the mirror, joking with Dad that I’d take the wheel. He said not so much. By then, I’d already done all the recon I needed. God smiled on me. The driver can’t see what happens in the back seat below the passenger’s chest. So, one hour into the ride, Dad driving and Mom chattering like a bird in the other seat, I slouch and place my hand over Mr. Parker’s crotch.