What's Left Of Me Part 3

Parker-I don't know his last name-is so s.e.xy.

I watch as he slowly walks toward me. Reaching the couch, he steps out of his boxers. Moving them to the side, he kneels down beside me while I'm still propped on my elbows, watching him.

"Here, let's get rid of this."

I follow his gaze and watch as he grabs my dress, rolling it down my body until it's falling to the floor. He traces his fingers ever so lightly back up the inside of my thigh, never taking his eyes off mine.

I swallow, watching him while breathing heavily in antic.i.p.ation of his next move.

He licks his lips before dipping his head toward the inside of my thigh. Light kisses begin to travel down my leg, sending chills everywhere. I didn't think it was possible, but I can feel my body becoming very light, as if I were floating. His touches, kisses, words, and smell all send me over the edge.

When he kisses his way back up toward my inner thigh, he stops at the now drenched thin material resting between my legs. "And these," he says as he grabs my thong and slides it all the way off, dropping it with my dress.

Bringing his hand back to my ankle, he touches my red shoes. I forgot I even still had them on. I lift my foot up, allowing him to take it off, but instead he glides his fingers back up my legs, sending chills through my body. "We'll leave those on."

Parker stands up to position himself back on top of me, lifting me up higher onto the couch so that my head is on the armrest. He closes the small distance between us, bringing his mouth back to mine.

I slide my hands up his back, clawing at his skin as I make my way to his neck. His hand glides down my body and before I can think or do anything, his finger slips inside me. "So wet," he whispers in my ear.

"Because of you," I say as I begin to move my hips against him.

Groaning into my ear, he slips another finger inside me, stroking faster.

"G.o.d, yes. Please," I beg. I don't ever beg, but I would beg Parker over and over again if it meant he touched me like this.

He lowers his mouth to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tracing kisses between them.

I rock against his fingers, but all I can really think about is his erection poking into my thigh. As talented as his fingers are, at this point I just want him inside me. I push back on his chest to get his attention. "I want you inside me. I need you inside me ... now."

"f.u.c.k." He reaches for the condom on the floor next to us. Taking the condom from his hands, I rip it open and very slowly slide it onto him.

"s.h.i.+t!" he exclaims as he shudders slightly.

He brings his face so close to mine I'm looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. He thrusts into me with such force I gasp. He doesn't move. We stare at each other for a moment and then he begins thrusting into me again, harder. I move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I can feel the fire in his eyes burning through mine, igniting my body with heat. The connection, the intimacy, become too much, and when I can't take looking into his eyes any longer, I bring my hands to his hips, guiding him to move faster. Parker nips at my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth. As our hips move together, our tongues work in the same rhythm.

"G.o.d, you feel so f.u.c.king good. So. Tight," he gasps.

"Faster." I move my hips harder against his, feeling my release rising within.

"You want it hard?"

As much as I want to tell him I'll take it any way he gives it to me, I moan, "Yes," instead.

Groaning louder, he pants, "You got it." His hips are pumping fast into me as he grabs my hands off his hips, bringing them above my head again.

We continue to move together, and the pressure builds deep inside of me. I beg for more, beg for him not to stop. Finding my release, I scream out his name followed by a whispered, "Oh G.o.d."

As I'm falling back to earth, I hear Parker's own release, "Ah, f.u.c.k!"

Parker slowly moves inside me, riding out the last of the shudders that took over. We both lie there, panting, trying to catch our breath. I can feel his heart beating so fast against my own.

I kick my shoes off, needing to wiggle my toes from the cramp that formed during my o.r.g.a.s.m, as Parker pulls out and makes his way off of me. I follow his naked body as he walks into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. I'm not sure what comes now. Are we supposed to talk? Share our likes and dislikes? This one-night stand business is all so new to me.

When I'm about to open my mouth to say something, Parker comes back into view.

"Sorry, had to toss that out. Where were we?" He smirks as he climbs back onto the couch, positioning himself behind me. I feel his warm breath on my neck as he reaches behind him to grab the throw blanket on the back of the couch. "Here," he says softly as he wraps it around us. Positioning himself on his side so that he's against the back of the couch, he pulls me against him, so I follow, turning to my side and leaning into him. I just lie there, my eyes open in disbelief. That answers my questions.

I can feel the sun coming through the window before I even open my eyes. s.h.i.+t. My head hurts. I guess that will teach me to drink so much again.

I'm on my side with my back pressed against Parker and his arm still securely around me. However, I'm not on the couch. Lifting his arm off of me, I scoot out of the bed I'm now in. Parker rolls onto his back. I hold my breath at the sight of him moving, willing him not to open his eyes.

He must have carried me in here last night. Wow, I must have pa.s.sed out hard. I quickly move my hands over my hair, smoothing it into place.

Looking back down at Parker sleeping so peacefully, I let my eyes scan over his body in the daylight. Last night didn't do his body justice. He's more beautiful now than before, and I didn't think that was even possible. I let my eyes linger over him, tracing every ripple, outline, and curve that forms below his hips into that one hot, muscular V. So hot. I reach out and slowly trace it with my fingers. He's a lot tanner in the light. It matches his blond hair and blue eyes perfectly. He's textbook perfect. Well, maybe if he had a tattoo or two he'd be textbook perfect. But, with or without them, he's pretty d.a.m.n close.

I step quietly out of his bedroom toward the living room, looking for my clothes. Once I find my thong and bra, I quietly put them back on, while looking for my dress that Parker tossed aside. I find it on the floor where one of my shoes fell. I bend to pick them up. When I start to step into my dress, I check the clock on the TV stand. 8:26 am.

Holy s.h.i.+t!

I finish getting dressed at lightning speed. I find my other shoe just in time for me to panic at the thought of not finding my purse.

It's not that I have anywhere to go, but the sudden need to get out of here before Parker wakes up comes over me. I don't think I could face him after last night. Awkward.

I turn in circles, looking for my purse. I blame the alcohol. Okay, that's a lie. But the alcohol did play a factor. I find it sitting between the living room and dining room. I don't remember putting it there last night.

I don't remember much of last night aside from Parker: kissing, tongues, our bodies moving together, and G.o.d all mighty, having the best o.r.g.a.s.m of my life.

With my shoes in my hands, I walk over to pick up my purse.

The kitchen is off to my left. I take in the granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. There isn't anything on the counters. Not even a piece of mail. His apartment is modern with gray and blue tones throughout. Turning to head toward the door, I notice a picture of him on an end table. He's with two older people: a man and a woman. His parents? I wonder how old he is. Maybe late twenties? Early thirties?

Okay, Aundrea, move along. Stop thinking about how old Mr. Handsome is.

I decide not to put my shoes back on so I don't wake Parker. I think about leaving my number, but then remember what this was supposed to be. A one-night stand. Nothing more.

I b.u.mp into the corner of the wall as I walk toward the door and drop one of my shoes onto his hardwood floors.

"s.h.i.+t!" I hiss. I hear Parker stirring in the bedroom, which causes me to move faster. Picking up my shoe, I keep walking forward.

"Aundrea?" Parker calls from the bedroom.

I don't look back. I open the door and close it too loud, heading for the elevator. I push the elevator b.u.t.ton multiple times, willing it to reach my floor as if continuously pus.h.i.+ng it will make it go faster. When I hear loud movements and banging coming from inside his apartment, I can only speculate he's getting dressed to come after me. I see a door under an exit sign by the elevators with another sign reading "Stairs." Opening it, I take two steps at a time. I make it to the ninth floor where I stand and wait in the stairwell. I stand there for minutes before I walk the rest of the way down crossing my fingers that I don't see Parker in the lobby.

Or ever again.

Chapter Four.

Exiting Parker's building with no sign of him anywhere, I make my way back toward Max's Bar where my car is parked. I search through my phone to call Jean. After six rings it, goes to voicemail. I just leave a quick message, letting her know I am heading to the car and to let me know if she needs me to pick her up.

I feel so embarra.s.sed walking the street in last night's clothes. I can hear the thoughts screaming out at me from the pedestrians walking by. Walk of shame! I still haven't put on my shoes in hopes of reaching the car faster. I don't even think about what I may be walking on. Keeping my head held high, I walk the last block to the car when my phone beeps.

Jean: Shannon will drop me off at the car in ten. She has to meet her family for brunch.

Me: Ok. See you in a few.

Waiting in the car for Jean, I think of Parker and last night. I wonder if he does that sort of thing all the time. Pick up random strangers at the bar. With my heart racing at the thought of Parker doing that, I can only hope he doesn't think I do that all the time.

Of course, he probably does!

Shannon's red SUV pulls up behind me. Jean gets out, making her way to the car. She's smiling. Queue the squeals and questions in three ... two ...

"Spill it!"

"What? No, 'how are you this morning?'" I tease.

"Umm, no! I want the dirt! Spill!" I roll my eyes as I watch her buckle in.

With a soft laugh, I pull out of the parking lot. Once I'm out onto the main road, I tell her all about the night, from meeting him at the bathroom, twice, the walk to his apartment, the conversations, and small details about us having s.e.x. By her wide eyes, I think she gets the idea of just how amazing my night was.

"So it was good?"

"Better than good."

"Hot?"

"Way hot!"

"You made him wrap it up, right?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Mom. He used a condom."

"Good. Did you get his number?"

I turn to face her with my mouth open. After a split second, I close it, turning back toward the road. "No. Last night was all about just s.e.x. It was me letting go."

"Well, you could have gotten his number. Especially if the s.e.x was as hot as you made it sound."

"You're the one who said to have meaningless, s.e.xy, one-night s.e.x. Now you're saying I should have gotten the man's number?"

"You don't always have to listen to me, you know."

"Oh my G.o.d. You're so frustrating sometimes!"

She bursts out laughing at that. "But that's why you love me!"

"Yeah, that's it," I mumble sarcastically.

"Well, did you at least have another round with him before you left this morning?"

"Are you kidding me? No! I ran out of there so fast after I scrambled around looking for my clothes. Do you know how embarra.s.sing it was to walk the streets looking the way I do? This is not a church outfit!"

She laughs even harder now, tears coming to her eyes.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. It's just..." She pauses to try to control her breathing. "It's just, I can see you running around his place, frantically trying to pick up all your clothes before he woke up!"

I have to admit, it is pretty funny now that I look back on it. I start to laugh with her.

After we calm down, I ask if Shannon mentioned talking to him last night.

"No. She didn't say anything. Just talked about the guy she met on the dance floor and how she got his number. We pretty much pa.s.sed out the second we walked into her place."

Okay. So, he didn't leave a lasting impression on her then. That's good, right? I try to convince myself that I don't care because it's not like I'll ever see him again. I make a mental note to never go to that bar again on the off chance that I might run into him.

When we get back to Genna's, I notice the garage door is open. Her maroon G6 is gone, but Jason's in there waxing his newest toy: a crotch rocket. I let out a soft laugh remembering when Genna called me to b.i.t.c.h about his purchase. She was so upset. Something about them being too dangerous and how he'll just be reckless on it. Personally, I find it rather hot.

We both wave at Jason before heading into the house.

Once back in my room, I get into cotton shorts and a tank top before helping Jean gather her things together.

With the last of her things tucked into her suitcase, she gives me a sad smile. "Aww. Come here, I need a hug!" She wraps her arms tightly around my lower back, pulling me into her. The sudden impact turns the dull ache in my hip into a sharp pain.

Thankful for the s.p.a.ce once she releases me, I lean back against my dresser for support. The pain takes my breath away, so I just stand there motionless for a minute, waiting for the tingling sensation to go away.

"Are you okay?"

Blowing off her words, I make my way to the bed where I can sit down for a second. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

Giving her a hopeful smile, I nod.

"I had a lot of fun, Dre."

"Me too. Make sure to text me when you get to your place."

"Of course."

"Love you."

"Ditto."