Parker's Silver Lineman: Chosen Book 10 Page 3

  "You just did," he said, smirking.

  Rolling my eyes, I nudged him with my elbow. "What makes a twenty-one-year-old even need a peaceful spot hidden away in this tiny patch of trees that Kansas tries to call woods?"

  Snorting, he shook his head. "Everything. I like football. And I really do want to play until I graduate, but I hate that everyone seems to think football is all that I am. I mean, it’s not even like I’m playing for one of the big schools." Pausing, he cringed. "I could have, though. I didn’t tell my parents, but I talked to some guys not too long ago about playing for Kansas State. It was going to be a partial scholarship, and I would have had to move, but my parents would have been through the roof."

  "Why didn't you?"

  Biting his lip––which he seriously needed to cut out because I was already on the verge of saying fuck it to whether or not he was ready to admit shit and jump him––he gazed down into the water. "I don’t care where I play football. I like it and I want to finish out, but when college is over, I'll be ready to move on with my life. I don't want to play pro.

  "They'd already accepted that I was playing for a smaller college, and that I probably wouldn't have any pro teams knocking down my door because of it. I was off the hook. If I went to Kansas State, they'd get their hopes back up about going pro some day. They'd push me to do more and more. I'd end up sitting in an empty, lonely house twenty years from now having lived my parents dream, but not mine."

  "So, why don't you want to go pro?" Shaking my head, I waved a hand in the air. "I don't mean it like what the hell is wrong with you or anything. I'm just curious. Most guys who play football would sell their soul to go pro. It sounds like you might have a real chance at it. Why isn't it your dream?"

  His yellow-green eyes looked into mine, almost begging me for understanding. "I want a real life. I want to find love and have a family. I want to have the ease of just being. I don't want somebody breathing down my back, telling me how to live my life to make them happy."

  Smiling at this gorgeous, incredibly talented man, I nodded. "Remind me to introduce you to a friend of mine's brother in-law. I think you guys would have a lot in common on that."

  Making a face that clearly portrayed that he wasn't sure what to make of me, he shook his head. "You don't think I'm crazy for throwing away a possible chance at going pro?"

  "Not if you know it's not going to make you happy, no. I'm actually pretty impressed that a twenty-one-year-old actually knows what he wants to do with his life. Most twenty-one-year-olds are still trying to figure out who they are."

  Silver's eyes dropped to my lips, staying there for a few moments before he blinked and glanced back down at the stream. "Oh no. I'm still trying to figure out who I am. It's almost impossible to get to know yourself with parents like mine. But I do know who I don't want to be."

  "You have to start somewhere."

  "So, you keep acting like me being twenty-one is sooo young." He rolled his eyes, accentuating the so with a roll of his head. "You don't look much older than me. How old are you?"

  Smirking, I looked him right in the eye. "Fifty-two. And I'm actually considered pretty young."

  His eyes widened, and his mouth parted as his mind processed that information.

  "Foster, one of the guys that came into the hotel room to check on me after we found you? He's over two hundred and fifty years old."

  I did my best not to laugh, but his face was fucking funny.

  "And you live to be how old?"

  "If things go well and we don't get ourselves in a situation where we can't heal from an injury, we could possibly live forever. The oldest shifter I've met was an old reclusive hermit in Pennsylvania. He was over two thousand years old." I paused, thinking about how close I'd come that day to losing my life. "He's also grumpy as fuck and doesn't like nosy wolverines who ask questions about Jesus."

  "He knew Jesus?!"

  "No, but can you blame me for asking?"

  Chuckling, Silver shook his head. "You would." Biting his lip, he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before looking back at the water. "Can I see your animal?" Then he frowned. "Is that a rude thing to ask? I don't really know proper etiquette for this kind of thing."

  Smirking, I stood, already reaching for my pants. "I don't find it rude. But who knows what people find rude these days. I would maybe suggest not asking anyone unless you're friends."

  I shucked my shorts, smirking when my mate's eyes traveled my body, getting stuck on my semi-erect cock before he quickly turned away.

  "Don't you want to watch the shift?" I asked, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

  "You're naked," he whispered back, his breathing becoming labored.

  "So? You're around naked men all the time." I let my breath fan his ear, enjoying the scent of his arousal.

  Taking a deep breath, he turned his head to look me directly in the eyes. "But they aren't you. Not one of them has ever tempted me to do something reckless. Something that would change my life completely."

  "And I do?" I asked, leaning close, nearly brushing our lips together.

  Licking his lips, he nodded, swallowing when his eyes dropped to my mouth. "Definitely."

  Groaning, I gripped his head, dropping to my knees next to his hip where he was still sitting on the ground. "Good, because I've been wanting to kiss you since you ripped that duct tape off in that wack-job's office and showed me those sexy lips."

  He gasped into my mouth as I brought our lips together, merely letting them rest there for a moment.

  "Shit," he mumbled against my mouth, causing the skin to drag together deliciously. "Don't stop."

  I needed more. I needed my tongue in his mouth, where I could explore the flavor of my mate, I licked the seam of his lips, stopping to suck the soft flesh of his bottom one into my mouth before dipping inside with my tongue.

  I caught his groan, returning it as his tongue thrust forward to rub against mine. It was absolute heaven, and I couldn't help but push him back against the ground, pressing his shoulders to the smooth dirt-dusted stone next to the little creek.

  His dick was hard, pressing snugly against mine once I settled on him completely, and I couldn't stop my hips from rolling forward, rubbing them together with the crush of our bodies.

  I devoured every inch of his mouth while rolling my hips against his. The pressure built and built, but I wanted more. I wanted more of his flavor, more of his skin. I would have crawled inside him if I could.

  Skimming my palm down his side, I enjoyed the smooth glide as I mapped out the ridges of his ribs and abs, loving how they tensed against my hand as I went. I found the waistband of his shorts, sinking my fingers beneath the elastic, and lifted my hips so I could get my hand on his dick.

  I moaned at the feel of the heated flesh in my palm, loving how the action of me touching him caused him to gasp and shudder, and then shove up into my grasp.

  He was thick and long, and though I normally didn't bottom, I couldn't help but yearn for it in my ass. I desperately wanted to feel that connection to this man.

  Pulling out of the kiss, I leaned back a moment to look down and take in his beautiful body and exposed dick. Smiling, I reached down and brushed a finger over the raised skin of his chosen mark, nestled in the groomed hair to the left of his dick.

  Leaning back in, I kissed down his neck to his sternum, stopping to make a detour in my journey to lick a path over to his nipple, flicking it with my tongue when it immediately drew tight.

  "Fuck, gorgeous. I love the way your skin tastes." I nipped the lower swell of his well-defined pec, loving the guttural moan that vibrated out of his throat.

  I let my canines protrude from my mouth, scraping them over random ab muscles on the way down his gorgeous body. Dipping my tongue inside his navel, I let my throat rest against his dick, growling slightly.

  "Shit, Parker. I'm so close," he whined when the vibrations reverberated against his sensitive, swollen skin.

  Pushing his
shorts down and off his legs and sinking my chest between them, I ran a hand under his leg, lifting slightly so that it bent, and then I moved it up toward his chest, needing to taste him further, before I took his beautiful length in my mouth.

  I watched as his asshole spasmed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to feel that against my tongue. I needed to taste the sweet temptation that was his very essence.

  Nosing his balls out of my way, I smiled when even that made his back arch slightly. When I licked his asshole, he yelled, making far too much noise for a man who was deep in the closet but definitely in a public space.

  "Shh, gorgeous," I said between licks. "You don't want anyone hunting down the man getting murdered down the creepy path."

  "Sorry," he groaned, pulling his leg closer to his chest so I had better access to his asshole. "Parker, please! I need…I need to cum."

  Growling because I really liked the sound of that please on his delicious lips, I licked up his crack and over his hole, stopping to draw one ball and then the other into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tight, wrinkled skin.

  "Oh shit!" he yelled before realizing how loud he had gotten and quietly groaning out the rest. "Oh shit, shit, shit."

  I gripped his dick, lifting it to my mouth, watching the pre-cum string out from his bellybutton, where quite the puddle had accumulated, to the tip of his cock.

  He was a writhing, cussing mess, and his eyes looked almost neon chartreuse when they met mine as I swiped my tongue over the salty, delicious fluid.

  My dick pulsed, and I had no doubt I was going to come undone in seconds. I'd just have to take my mate with me.

  Wrapping my lips around the tip of his dick, tonguing the sensitive skin at the head, I sank down, pausing only a moment when it reached my throat before opening up and swallowing him completely.

  "Ooooh fuuuuck!" The guttural moan slipping from Silver was the most erotic noise I'd ever heard. My dick pulsed where I'd been involuntarily grinding against the smooth stone beneath us. So, I levered myself up onto my knees, pressing my nose to the light brown curls at the base, working my throat around him.

  His scent was strong from running, and I groaned, vibrating his shaft, before slowly pulling off halfway and then sinking back on, working my throat muscles as I did.

  Giving a shout that he quickly cut off, throwing his hands over his mouth, Silver spurted down my throat, and I pulled back, milking him with my hand so I could get the full flavor of his release against my tongue.

  It was heavenly. Easily the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted in my life, and my balls rolled, sending spurts of cum onto the rock below me as my eyes nearly rolled back in my head from the pleasure.

  "Holy shit," he whispered, shuddering as I let his spent dick slide from my mouth. "That was fucking amazing."

  I let my head roll on his hip as I tried to nod my agreement, but the neck had a lot of muscles, and every one of mine were in a state of absolute euphoria and couldn't be bothered to assist me.

  "Parker?" I felt Silver's fingers in my hair, and I tried again to get my body to cooperate so I could look up into those electric green eyes. "Come here. I want to kiss you again."

  Smiling at the sweet, almost vulnerable way he said that, I forced myself up and over his body, easing myself down so I didn't knock the wind out of him.

  "You're so sexy," he said breathlessly, watching my body as I moved. "You're like a dream."

  Not ready to tell him about mates, because he was really surprising me with how easily he was adjusting to all this, I didn't inform him that all mates felt that way about the perfect match to their soul.

  Instead, I smiled, pressing my mouth to his and devouring his plush lips.

  Chapter Four

  My heart raced as I worked myself into full arousal once more, just by kissing Parker. I had a fleeting thought that I should probably be freaking out right now. I'd literally just had my first gay sexual experience that didn't involve me alone in my apartment, watching gay porn.

  But something about Parker calmed me. And made me crave. I couldn't stop kissing him long enough to have a logical thought about my future and what all this meant. I just wanted him. I just wanted to be touching and kissing and talking to him.

  My phone going off in the pocket of my shorts that were somewhere on the ground near Parker's ankle brought a groan to my lips. I wasn't ready to face the real world. I wasn't ready to be anywhere but in this man's arms, living this amazing dream where I didn't have to hide part of myself from the world and I was free to just kiss and snuggle and enjoy time with this sexy human being.

  "Can we ignore it?" I asked, pressing my forehead to his shoulder.

  "I'm all for that idea. But you aren't allowed to be mad at me later when it turns out to be an important call."

  I looked into his pretty blue eyes and smirking face and shivered at the lust I saw there. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. Even after we'd both gotten off when he blew me.

  And hadn't that been sexy as fuck. I'd never even heard of someone getting off without being touched just by giving head. I wasn't even sure how it was possible. But it was fucking amazing.

  "Before I get back to the real world," I said, rolling him so that he was on his back on the smooth rock and I was leaning over him, enjoying the surprised laugh that escaped him. "I want to see your wolverine."

  Nodding, Parker eased back away from me, stopping to lunge forward and press a quick kiss to my mouth before standing.

  Distantly, I heard my phone ringing again, but I ignored it as my eyes took in Parker's delicious body, fully nude and completely aroused as he stood in front of me.

  The need to tackle him to the ground and rub off against him was high, but so was my curiosity.

  "Damn, gorgeous. You make it hard to not touch you when you look like that." He was looking my body over as I leaned back on my arms to watch him, feet out in front of me.

  Blushing but unable to keep the smile off of my face, I looked away and then back. "Please, Parker? I want to see."

  When he growled, I could see the change in his eyes. His animal was showing through, and it was unexpectedly sexy as fuck.

  His body started shuddering, bones moving under skin that darkened before sprouting thick fur. His hands turned to paws and long, thick claws popped out of the ends, looking a bit terrifying.

  When his body stopped twisting, a short, bear-looking creature stared back at me, looking both terrifying and somehow cute at the same time.

  Shit! Maybe I should have made sure it was safe before I asked him to shift.

  Swallowing, I eased closer to the beast, putting out a hand. He flopped down on his belly on the ground, letting out a huff as I again moved a little closer.

  "Can you hear me, Parker? Is it safe?"

  The creature's head came up, giving a funny-looking nod before resting down against its front paws. "Good," I whispered, finally placing my hand on the soft but thick hair of his shoulder, chuckling when he pressed into it, clearly enjoying a good petting.

  "I hate to tell you this, because it will probably ruin your manly image, but you're kind of adorable. Like a little mini-bear. Like a pocket bear."

  Growling, Parker lunged at me, landing hard against my chest and shifting as I laughed and wrapped my arms around his changing form.

  "I'll show you mini, Silver Bell," he growled against the skin of my neck as he pressed his dick into the crease at the top of my thigh.

  Moaning, I pressed back, letting my head fall back as he began nibbling on the skin.

  The phone ringing for a third time made me sigh. It also made me a bit nervous, because whomever it was seemed to need to get ahold of me urgently.

  A surprised sound escaped Parker when I lifted him up and off me, and his eyes darkened. I smiled, reaching in my pocket for my cell phone and pulling it out. So, my sexy wolverine liked it when I manhandled him? I'd have to remember that.

  I frowned at the screen, not recognizing the
number.

  Swiping the screen to answer it, I tentatively said, "Hello?

  "Silver!" came the screeched voice of some girl, making me nearly drop my phone.

  "Yes?"

  "Oh thank God! Where have you been? You've been gone for days! I was really starting to get worried about you. And then you didn't show up for coffee this morning like you normally do."

  I didn't recognize the voice of the woman talking to me like we were long lost friends. Frowning, I looked over at Parker, shrugging. "Uh, can I ask who this is? I don't have your number in my phone."

  "It's me. Richelle!"

  That only confused me more. I didn't remember a Richelle.

  "From the coffee shop! I'm the one with blond hair at the front who always knows your order. I guess we've never exchanged names before. But I asked Don about you and he told me your name."

  Don, I did know. He was the owner of the coffee shop. An older man with three grown kids and a couple grandkids. He always told me I reminded him of his youngest and gave me free baked goods occasionally.

  Richelle, I only remembered because she described herself to me. But she did always seem to know my order. Which I never though of as odd until this moment.

  "Uh, did Don give you my number, too?"

  It didn't really sound like something Don would do, but who knows. Maybe he'd been worried too and had her call on his behalf.

  "Oh, yeah."

  I wasn't convinced. And by the look on Parker's face, he wasn't convinced either.

  "Right. Well, I didn't make it in today because I have a friend in town and we decided to eat in today."

  Parker nodded, making it clear he didn't want me to tell her where I was.

  "Oh. Well, why didn't you answer your door, silly? I brought your coffee to your house."

  "What the fuck?" Parker whispered, glaring at the phone in my hand. "Hang up."

  Without hesitation, I pushed the button on the phone, hanging it up. "Well, that was fucking weird."