Shit, his chest! I try to move, even though my languid muscles seem to be adamantly against it, but he won’t let me go.
“No. Stay here. Don’t be so stubborn.” He pulls me back against him, sliding his fingers out and then wrapping me with both arms.
“You’re an asshole,” I murmur, but then, we both knew that.
“You’re a brat,” he retorts, which is true. He allows me to ‘escape’ the hold of his arms, but I don’t go very far, turning around to look at him, his lean, inked body sprawled in the corner of the shower, one knee propped up, elbow resting against it. He toys with strands of his wet hair with his fingers as he watches me. Between his legs, he’s just as hard as he was before we ever got started.
Licking my lips, I scoot closer to him and reach down with my right hand, curling my fingers around him.
“Shit,” he breathes, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Please, Dakota; I need this.”
I reach up, hitting the screen that controls all of the shower’s fancy functions—yeah, I know, a computer screen inside a shower is weird; I just hope Justin can’t spy on us with it—and adjust it so that water isn’t falling directly over us anymore.
I hold my palm out for Parrish, just like I did in the basement room that day. He smirks at me, capturing my wrist and licking my palm, sucking on my fingers, clearly enjoying himself. I can barely breathe as I watch, shivering at the feel of his hot tongue on my skin. We’re going to be at this all week; I can already tell.
As soon as he releases me, I wrap my hand around the base of him and grip tightly, leaning in to kiss and suck on his lower lip. I work him with fast, hard motions, knowing that we’re really pushing the limits of time here. This is not how we want to be caught by Tess. No fucking way.
Parrish tries to pull me closer, but I resist. I don’t trust either of us not to make a mistake here. I should probably get birth control somewhere. The thought flits in and out of my head, and I file it away for later.
For now, I keep my grip firm, my pace even, until Parrish lifts his hands to grab my shoulders, digging his fingers in as I bring him to his own release. I sit back up, rising to my knees and reaching out to grab one of the movable shower heads. A push of a button activates it, and I use the warm water to clean him up.
He looks up at me, and we just sit there, staring at each other.
“I meant it,” he tells me, and my cheeks heat. I don’t look away though; I want to hear this. “When I said that I loved you.”
“I meant it, too,” I promise, and then we both jump slightly at another knock on the door.
“You guys are really pushing it: Tess is starting to get weird. Hurry up.”
With another scowl, Parrish leans forward, grabbing my chin and crushing his mouth to mine for another desperate, needy kiss. He uses the wall to stand up and then holds out a hand for me. We very quickly rinse the remaining conditioner from one another’s hair, turn the shower off, and hurry to dress ourselves and change.
Maxx has brought Parrish some white Whitehall Prep sweats and a matching hoodie. A school for innovators, engineers, and world leaders, it says on the back. Eye roll. For me, he’s retrieved … my Pokémon pants and a black tank top.
My lips twitch … until I see that he’s also brought me fresh panties.
Am I annoyed that he went through my underwear drawer?
No, not really. He brought me fresh clothes, even knowing that I was likely having sex with his best friend in the bathroom while he stood guard outside. If anything, my love and admiration for him grows substantially.
Parrish and I step into the room at about the same moment that we hear Tess’ heels clacking down the hall. His eyes flick back to the bathroom where my pink, bloodied gown lies on the floor in a heap.
“Shit.” He pushes me toward the bed, slipping into the bathroom and snatching the dress, my panties, and my shoes from the ground. He comes back into the room, drops to his knees, and shoves it all under the bed just before Tess pushes the door in.
Her eyes flick over to me, sitting on her son’s bed with my wet hair hanging around my face, and then over to Maxx who’s holding GG and leaning against the edge of the dresser. Chasm is sitting in one of the gaming chairs, fingers threaded together behind his head.
