“I don’t know,” she says, looking me up and down coyly. “You look like trouble…” As soon as she’s close enough, I hook a finger under the waistband of her skirt and pull her into me.
“I’m definitely trouble.” Pulling her hair to the side, I kiss her neck, loving the way I can still make her shiver. “But you always did like a bad boy, didn’t you?”
“Mm-hm,” she sighs happily.
“I dropped Cujo and Sophie off with Olive, so I’ve got the whole night to do really bad things to you.” I bite the sensitive spot where her shoulder and neck meet, making her breath hitch, a little moan climbing her throat. “Get your sexy ass in the truck, I’m kidnapping you,” I say, giving her a quick kiss and opening the passenger door for her. I give her ass a smack as she climbs in, just for good measure.
We drive west with the windows down, parking at the trailhead for Kehoe with plenty of daylight left to enjoy the walk out to the beach. The sun glints low off the water as we crest the dunes to the beach and Parker grins, grabbing my bicep as she slips her shoes off. As soon as she’s free, she runs to the water, shrieking when the cold surf hits her feet.
I’m prepared these days. A side effect of fatherhood, I guess. I pull the blanket out of my backpack and spread it out, anchoring it with some rocks before pulling out the bottle of wine I brought.
“God, you’re the best,” Parker says as she walks back up the beach. The sun dances through her coppery hair as the wind lashes it around her face and blows her skirt up her thighs.
“I aim to please.” I grin at her as I pull the cork out of the bottle of wine. Parker laughs as I pull her down to sit between my legs and wrap my arms around her, taking a long pull from the bottle before passing it to her. She takes it, leaning her head back against my shoulder as she takes a sip. We sit and watch the waves, enjoying the rare, quiet moment of solitude.
Brushing her hair to the other side, I lean down and kiss her shoulder, nipping at the soft skin. Parker’s breath hitches when I give her hair a gentle tug. She tilts her face, giving me better access. Running my nose up her neck, I breathe her in. The soft, familiar, peachy scent of her skin endlessly enticing.
Glancing around, I double-check that we’re still alone on the beach. It would be a damn shame if I had to get up and chase anyone off right now. Luckily, it’s deserted, the benefit of a beach you have to hike out to.
Slipping my hand under her shirt, I pull the lace of her bra down to free a breast. She moans when I roll her nipple between my fingers; her back arching against my chest. Parker squirms in front of me, grinding her ass against my hardening cock, gasping softly when I give the tight peak a hard pinch.
“You’re sexy as fuck, Freckles,” I whisper in her ear. “How wet is that little pussy?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you should see for yourself,” she whispers back.
Sliding my free hand under her knee, I lift it and put her leg over mine before drawing my knee up, spreading her wide. She trembles excitedly as I trail my fingers up her inner thigh and across the panel of her panties.
“Fucking hell,” I groan. “You’re soaked for me, Parker.” Teasing my finger under the edge of her panties, I ease one finger into her pussy. She’s hot, tight, and completely drenched. She gasps as I press a second finger inside her, stroking deep as I pull her leg wider and higher with mine. “Good girl. Spread those pretty legs for me,” I growl in her ear. Parker shivers and her pussy squeezes my fingers.
I ease my fingers in and out, slowly but with a firm purpose as I grind the heel of my hand against her clit. She’s panting and moaning in my lap, mewling like a kitten as I work her pussy, taking my time.
“You going to come on my hand?” I ask, knowing full well how close she is. Her legs tremble against mine, hips rocking desperately.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hands gripping my thighs, fingertips digging into the muscle.
“Do it,” I demand. “Come for me so I can put you on my lap and fuck this wet pussy like you deserve.” My voice is hoarse. I need to get inside her so goddamn bad I’m shaking with it.
Parker’s body tightens like a bowstring, body trembling as she comes. I clamp a hand over her mouth. She’s a screamer and I know she can’t help it. I don’t think anyone is near enough to hear, but I sure as hell don’t want someone coming to investigate.
As soon as her breathing catches up, I shift her forward, making room to unzip my pants. Parker turns on her hands and knees, the wind blowing her curls away from her face. She watches me, eyes full of lust as I free my aching cock. Sitting cross-legged, I pull her into my lap, straddling me. I yank her panties to the side, pulling her hips down, impaling her on my cock.
She throws her head back, crying out in pleasure. She’s so tight; the pressure is overwhelming. “Fuck, that’s good,” I mutter into her neck, burying a hand in her hair and holding her tight.
“So good,” she whispers, rocking against me.
I find Parker’s lips with mine, kissing her hard. “Jesus Christ, baby.” Gripping her hip with one hand, I help her grind down harder, swallowing her panting gasp. My cock swells impossibly hard, filling every inch of her wet pussy. Parker’s fingers dig into my shoulders, twitching as she gets closer and closer. Sliding my fingers around the column of her throat, I hold her close, pressing my forehead to hers. Her lips part and I watch her gorgeous blue eyes flutter as she’s swept up in pleasure, taking me with her.
We lay on the blanket for a long time, letting the sun set over the water while Parker lies on my chest. I slip my hand under the back of her shirt, stroking her soft skin. She and Sophie are my entire world. I have Parker to thank for everything. She’s the architect of my happiness, the mother of my child, and my reason for living. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but she is my best adventure and I’ll never let her go.
Parker looks up at me, a huge smile lighting up her face. “I’m hungry. You want tacos?”
“Christ, you’re perfect,” I laugh. “Yeah. Let’s go, Freckles. Kidnapper pays.”