Groomed For Love

Home.

That’s just what all this feels like for some reason, and my stomach only buzzes because I’m finally alone with Parker.

Finally close enough to see and touch and smell everything that makes up his world.

It’s beautiful. I want it. I want him.

Having already tossed myself at his huge frame twice today, I surprise us both when I reach up for him gently and peck his cheek when he leans down.

Just a little thank you, nothing more. Nothing less.

He stays glued to the spot, maybe he’s embarrassed by it.

I know I am, straight away kicking myself for lunging for the too much too soon lever.

Me being me, I try to busy myself making us some coffee.

Something I always do when I’m nervous, I try and keep busy.

Parker doesn’t mind. And he doesn’t seem to have minded my little peck either, his hand straying to his cheek as he moves to take a seat.

It’s a nice moment, but reality rears its ugly head, and Parker reminds me I need to give a statement still.

The sooner it’s over, the better. I tell us both aloud but I’d much rather have another try out at pecking his cheek, feeling that rock hard body pressed up against my breasts.

Parker senses my mood, and the root cause of my real problem now.

What am I gonna do?

Once he offers me the guest room, I almost squeal with excitement, but I can see he’s being careful too.

He’s professional, helpful, and kind.

But is he really wanting to rail a thick girl half his age as well?

I shiver inside at the thought. Imagining him creeping into my room at night, or even walking in on me in the shower. We’d both just let nature take its course, wouldn’t we?

Wouldn’t he?

The thought of him seeing me naked though. It thrills me but terrifies me at the same time.

Maybe he likes his girls short and on the fuller side?

My own voice sounds like it’s coming from far away, yammering some nonsense about me only staying for a day or two.

“Just until I get back on my feet.”

Whatever that means.

Damn, the sight of the man at twenty paces is enough to make me want him to sweep me off my feet and onto my back and keep me there for good.

I have no intention of getting back on my feet once he’s in charge.

Sighing as I try to not make it so obvious I’m having another wet moment courtesy of Parker, I dissolve myself into answering his questions about what happened today and dictate my formal statement for the police to him.

He takes it down and has me read over it before signing it digitally, then prints several copies that I sign physically after double-checking it’s everything I want to say.

Puffing air out of his cheeks, he pushes his laptop and the crisp new file to one side, signaling that we’re done with police work.

He suddenly looks concerned, like maybe I’ve changed my story, or worse.

“What is it, Naomi?” he asks, sounding the closest to worried I think a man of his size ever could.

But I’m suddenly gripped with a new fear, the one I know has plagued me from the moment I laid eyes on Parker.

How can a man like this not be attached? Surely he has a girlfriend, wife? Significant other?

It’s not a girly house, not by a long shot. But there’s a definite female vibe in some of the almost antique décor.

He did say it was his mother’s home though…

“Are you sure it’s alright?” I ask. “About staying I mean,” I add.

He looks a little taken aback, figuring we’ve already covered this.

“There’s nobody who’d mind?” I ask him, fishing. Always looking for the cloud with a lead lining instead of a silver one.

“I don’t think Moose minds if that’s what you mean and I certainly-” he tries to tell me before I just go ahead and blurt it out.

“I mean there’s nobody else, like a girlfriend or Mrs. Parker?” I ask, almost too loudly, feverishly. Already dreading the answer in case she’s due home any minute.

Or he? What if I’ve pegged the guy all wrong?

Parker smiles but then frowns a little. Disappointed.

“There’s nobody else, Naomi. In case I didn’t say so,” he says, looking down for a moment.

I feel like I’ve upset him or offended him, reminding him of the fact he has nobody.

But I know what it feels like, god knows I do.

“I just meant…” I stammer, shivering a breath as he looks up at me. His eyes smoldering with a look that matches the need I feel whenever I’m around him now.

But his next question surprises me more than anything.

“And you?” he almost groans. “I guess you have a boyfriend, I was afraid to ask if there was someone I should call.”

“Afraid?” I echo. Feeling a thrill ripple across my belly.