Heat flames between my thighs at his words. A blush creeps downs my cheeks, over my shoulders, and down to my chest.
Me: Is that a promise xx
I wait for a minute to see if he is going to reply, but there is nothing. I make my way into the bathroom and brace my hands against the sink. A part of me can’t believe he really just said that to me. I know nothing about him other than what I have either read, or heard through gossip, and yet he has such an effect on me. The bathroom door slams shut and I hear the clicking of the lock. Before I can even look over to see who’s entered the bathroom a hand is clamped over my mouth, and an arm is wrapped around my waist. My survival instinct kicks in and tears well up in the corners of my eyes, until I look to see Parker standing behind me with a mask of determination on his face. I was sure the Garretti brothers were here to make good on Charlie’s debt.
He releases the hand he is holding over my mouth, and presses me into the counter while whispering, “I promise,” against the back of my neck. I try and squeeze my knees together. I’m afraid my arousal is so wet and heated it is going to run down my thighs. My panties are coated with my want for him to deliver his words. With his free hand he lightly rubs his fingers down my arm while placing a single kiss at the v in the back of my dress. My knees go weak at the sensation of his lips making contact with my bare skin.
“Parker,” I moan his name as my head rolls back to a rest on his shoulder. Parker doesn’t speak. He goes down behind me on his knees and lifts the skirt of my dress. He traces the outline of my silk panties with his tongue skillfully.
“Tell me you want me Brandi. Tell me that you should have cancelled your date the moment I knocked on your door today.” He bites the left cheek of my ass through my panties, and the only thing I can think is I wish he would take them off and fuck me already. “Say it!” he bites me again but with more force causing me to bite down on my lower lip.
“Please Parker, take me. Rip my panties off and fuck me.” He rubs his hands up my thighs and pushes them apart. With one finger he crooks my panties to the side. Taking his other hand, he pinches my clit. Parker takes his time sliding my panties down my legs. After I step out of them he places them in his pocket.
“I think I’ll hold on to these.”
My phone begins vibrating. I am sure it is Royce wondering where I have disappeared to.
“Next time you’ll’ invite me in,” Parker says angrily.
And with that I am alone in the bathroom.
“Hell,” I whisper to myself and pick my phone up from the sink. “Hello,” I answer Royce’s call trying not to let him hear how shaky my voice is.
“Where are you, you okay?” Royce sounds panicked on the other end of the line.
“Sorry, I think the pasta upset my stomach. I started feeling queasy, but I think I am better now. I didn’t miss Kline’s fight did I?”
“No, you sure don’t want me to take you home?”
“Yeah,” I hang up with him after assuring him for the fifth time that I am fine. Lying to him causes me to feel horrible, and I feel like the worst date for almost fucking Parker Garrett in the bathroom of all places. But my body—my body is still craving for that man to march back in here and finish what he started.
I right myself and make my way back through the crowd and hope no one notices that I am now wearing one less article of clothing. I really liked those panties. I begin feeling angry. How dare Parker think he can follow me out on my date, showing up in the bathroom to attack my senses like that! I’m not some bathroom slut or plaything he can do as he wishes with anytime he pleases.
“You okay babe?” Royce gives me a gentle hug and swipes a finger across my cheek. “Don’t worry about Kline; he’s going to be fine.” I feel so angry and guilty. My brother’s impending win is the last thing I am thinking about. “Besides if he doesn’t win, it looks like he has a whole entourage ready to make sure he is nursed back into shape.” Royce points in my brother’s direction on the other side of the ring, and he looks like he is having the time of his life surrounded by a group of scantily clad dressed women. Good thing Tiffany isn’t here.
My phone vibrates and at this point I could rip someone’s arm off I am so frustrated.
Parker: Feeling tense?
Me: Never better, my date and I are having an awesome time thanks to you getting me warmed up. xx
There take that Parker! I bet he doesn’t feel so sure of himself now. I don’t have any intention on sleeping with Royce tonight, but Parker doesn’t need to know that.
My phone buzzes again.
Parker: Don’t make me carry you out of here caveman style over my shoulder
Me: Fuck off
I know I am playing with fire, but he just makes me so angry. I turn my phone completely off, and focus all of my attention to the center of the ring as my brother takes his corner. I take all the hurt and anger I am feeling towards Parker and channel it to my brother and hope my emotions fuel his fire to drop his opponent like his last girlfriend— precisely and skillfully like a ninja. I hope Kline takes him down before the guy knows what’s hit him.
**
My brother’s face looks beaten to a bloody pulp, he is staggering inside the cage like a drunk. I turn my head and bury it into Royce’s chest as Kline drops down on one knee. I know they won’t stop the fight, that’s not how these guys operate. The chant starts out low and barely audible, but I can hear people cheering Kline on, “TNT!”
Royce strokes my back while tears roll down my cheeks; I can’t watch my brother’s demise. But then I hear the MC announce winning by TKO fighting out of the red corner, Kline ‘TNT’ Evans.
“He won.” I look up at Royce questioningly.