Kickin' It (Red Card #2)(61)

“Yeah?” She grinned, chewing on her lower lip as my hands caressed their way up her body until we were face to face.

“Yeah.” I brushed a kiss on the corner of her mouth. “Oh, and I have a new nickname, Dance Mom Matt. Unfortunately, I think it’s going to stick.”

She made a face then burst out laughing. “Then where’s my snack, bitch?”

“That’s it!” I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the small shower in the guest bathroom, wishing mine was remodeled so we could spread out and just camp in there for the next day, feeding each other grapes or whatever the hell you do as a happy couple.

“Sto-op.” She laughed as water sprayed all over our faces, running down our bodies. “Okay, I’m sorry I called you a bitch, but I’ll take my snack now, Coach.” She dropped to her knees before I could stop her and then I was dying a slow death in the heat of her wicked mouth as I leaned against the shower tile so I wouldn’t crush her with my weight or my enthusiasm as she worked her tongue around me.

“Parker.” I ground out her name as I moved my hips. “Bend over . . . now.”

“Wha—”

I had her on her feet, her back facing me within seconds. She panted my name as I cupped her breasts from behind, watched the water slide down her perfect ass. I rubbed the tender skin there. “This is mine . . .”

“Yes.” She threw her head back.

“All of this.” A wave of dangerous possession took hold as I jerked her against me, found her entrance, and sank in with one fluid thrust that had her wet hair slapping my chest as my hips moved with hers.

“Yes, yes,” she panted. “Please, Matt, right there . . .”

“Where?” I joked, earning a helpless sigh from her as I angled my body and pulled her entire weight in the air. “Put your hands on the wall, yeah, like that . . . and your feet right on the ledge . . .” I nipped her ear. “And hold on tight.”

With that angle I had gravity on my side and the fact that she was bent just enough for me to hit every deep and delicious spot that had her thighs pulsing and our bodies buzzing in ecstasy.

“Matt!” Her fingers clawed at the tile as I sent her over the edge only to dive in right after her.

Parker’s body trembled with aftershocks as she slumped against me. I pulled out and then picked her up in my arms and kissed her chin, her mouth, her eyes. “So proud.”

“We’re not done, right?”

“Done?” I searched her eyes. “Parker, what’s wrong?”

“You’re done coaching me.” She stared straight at my chest like she was afraid to look at me. “And you’ve admitted you need to find me a new agent, but . . .”

“MATT!” Willow roared, pounding urgently on the door. “I have an idea about this agent thing.”

I let out a deep sigh. “Not now, Willow!”

“But I think that if you just . . . actually tell me yes or no.”

“Yes?” I shook my head. “Can we do this later?”

“It’s going to solve everything, just give me the go-ahead.”

“Go away!” I gave Parker an apologetic look.

“So that means do it?” She knocked again.

“Yes, just go!” Good luck, Jagger. Good. Luck.

“Hey.” I set Parker down on her feet. “Just tell me what’s in your head right now.”

“You.” Her lower lip trembled. “You and soccer, sometimes tacos, and randomly I’ll think about a pancake.”

My lips twitched. “Really?”

“I don’t want to be done. I don’t want this to be done.” She slid her hands down my chest.

“Parker, just because I’m not your coach doesn’t mean we’re suddenly done . . . this relationship wasn’t based on any of my job titles, or the fact that you’re an athlete.”

Her eyes lit up as she met my gaze. “So you’re saying . . .”

“I’m saying I’m not letting you go.” I cupped her cheeks with my palms. “I’m saying that you’re my girlfriend, that you’re mine. That I’m not kicking you out just because you think that for some reason your worth and our identity as a couple are based on anything other than my desire to be with you because of you. And for the record, I don’t give a fuck what people say, I just want you.”

She nodded, her arms tangled around my neck so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. “I needed to hear that.”

“I’ll tell you that every day until you believe me.”

“I may need it every day.”

My chest contracted as I let myself feel her body press against mine, let myself soar with the possibility that this was real and that nothing was going to stand in the way.

And just when I was getting comfortable with the idea that this could be our future, the ball dropped.

Because I’d completely forgotten it was hanging there in the first place.

Waiting to strike.

Waiting to destroy.





Chapter Thirty-One

PARKER

I was too excited to sleep that night.

I would get an offer this week, possibly even today, according to Matt.

The excitement was something tangible I could focus on. I knew I was already driving the entire household crazy. Every time I heard a cell phone ring I was ready to tackle the person answering it.