Addicted to Mr Parks (The Parks Series #2)(28)

I raked my fingers through my hair, clutching at it in despair. We both needed help. But the only help we would accept seemed to be from each other.

I found my bag and rummaged inside for my iPod. I started listening to my second therapy—Ed Sheeran. The song was called “Give Me Love,” and I immersed myself in the lyrics before thinking about leaving the bedroom.

If I was anywhere else, I would have darted straight for a drink, but Parks was near. I could feel him. His aura radiated through me and consumed me completely. Bizarrely, he was something that could stop those urges.





Chapter Ten





I dragged myself around his apartment, inspecting behind every door and in every room, expecting him to be there, but he wasn’t. It wasn’t until I walked down the spiral staircase to his private lobby that I suddenly heard a thud. Then another. It was coming from a room that vacated around a hidden corner of the lobby. As I neared, I heard grunting, cursing, followed by more thuds. Rounding the corner, I found a small gym, but my gaze stopped on Parks, his image halting my feet. He was naked and punching the hell out of a punch bag. I watched how his powerfully formed biceps tensed as he swung into his punches. His balled knuckles hit the bag head-on and hard after every blow. I watched his abs tighten as he went in for another one. His strong legs moved back and forth in time with the bag’s motions.

He hadn’t spotted me, so I began to walk towards him. His eyes flickered up when I came into view, and he stopped punching immediately, coming to a stance, heaving out breaths, dripping in sweat, and gloriously naked. I tried to ignore how his cock grew hard as soon as his gaze raked up my body.

“Evelyn. Princess. Forgive me…I—”

I pushed my fingers against his lips and told him to be quiet. He kissed my fingertips and closed his eyes, as if he couldn’t believe my compassion and forgiveness.

“You didn’t deserve that. I should have walked away,” he said.

“Shh. I shouldn’t have provoked you.”

“No.” His expression told me he was revolted by his actions. “I should never punish you in anger. That’s not what I’m about. Please, forgive me. I beg you.”

My heart ached for him as I witnessed the agony flicker in his eyes. It ached because behind this wonderfully powerful man was a tortured soul. I had never contemplated that Parks would have any sort of demons. Maybe I was so closed off from the world, so absorbed in my own shit that I didn’t see his.

“There is nothing to forgive.”

His body sagged as he pulled me into him, wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed every inch of my face.

“We’re going to be the death of each other, Wade.”

“Don’t say that,” he murmured against my skin before catching my bottom lip between his teeth. I moaned slowly, combing my fingers through his hair. My urges to have a drink faded.

“It’s true.”

“Don’t,” he warned, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. Making sure I was secure, he held me underneath my backside, lifted me up a touch, and pushed himself inside me.

“Oh…my…God,” I gasped as his lengthy cock opened up my channel, filling me completely. The strong muscles in his arms supported my weight as he pushed me up, thrusting in and out, slowly, but oh so deep.

“I need you to know I would never hurt you.”

“I know,” I breathed, holding on to the back of his head for leverage.

“I need you.” His moan was hoarse as he squeezed my arse and bucked.

“Then show me how much.” I bit his lip, sucked at his mouth. We were fully embraced when he began bouncing me up and down, plunging in and out of me and cursing.

“You feel so f*cking good. I crave you every second I’m not inside you, Evelyn.”

“Oh, Wade,” I wailed pitifully. “I’m almost there.” I was on the brink. The way my clit brushed against his lower abdomen every time he bounced me on his cock made my core tighten, my sex clench, my arousal build. My legs tightened around his waist, and my nails dug into the back of his shoulders as I came around his length, fast and delightful.

“That’s it, baby.” He kissed my face, my jaw and neck, soothing me and supporting my dead weight as my body slumped against his.

Cradling me, he stalked out of the room.

“You haven’t come,” I realised.

“I don’t deserve to.” He carried me up the stairs and into his bedroom, where he gently placed me on his bed. “What are you thinking?” he asked, pushing my hair behind my ear.

After a beat, I told him honestly. “That I should leave.”

His breath caught as his hand stilled on my cheek. “No. You can’t leave.”


I sat up straight, holding the sheets to my chest. “Wade.” I called him by his first name because I wasn’t ready to have another fight about a damn name. “I’ve been here a day and we’ve already torn each other apart.”

“Evelyn, please don’t leave on the grounds of my mistake. When I see red, I flip out. I should have controlled it.” He looked away from me, scolding himself, beating himself up about it. “I’m such a f*cking idiot.”

“That’s where we’re similar, Wade. I can’t control my temper, either. I can’t control what comes out of my mouth, and I can’t control myself. But the one thing I seem to control around you is my drinking habit. I see you, I walk into your arms, and my dirty desire is suppressed.”