Blurred Lines (Love Unexpectedly 1)

“Ben.” It’s a plea.

One he answers by sliding a hand down over my stomach, unhesitatingly moving under my panties until one finger slicks all the way inside me. His breathing is as harsh as mine as he adds another finger, and my back arches upward in a desperate attempt to get closer.

He fingers me for several torturous minutes until neither of us can take it anymore. He pulls a condom out of my nightstand drawer in record time, and then he doesn’t even take my thong off, he merely pulls it to one side and pushes forward.

I’m beyond ready for him, and he slides in in one smooth stroke.

One hand fists my hair, pulling my head back just roughly enough so that I gasp as his other hand holds my hips steady while he plunges into me again and again.

My fingers slide down, too turned on to be embarrassed as I touch myself.

“Yes. Parker, yes.”

And then he cries out with a sharp yell and I’m right there with him, sinking down onto my elbows as shudders rock through me.

I feel both of his hands splay over my back, his fingers against my rib cage, and his breathing is hot and heavy against the damp skin of my back.

A few moments later, he disappears (I’ve trained him to throw away the condom in the bathroom), and while he’s gone I somehow drag myself up the bed so that my head finds the pillow, although I lack the energy to pull the covers up all the way.

He comes back in and surprises me by crawling into bed behind me.

Not that we haven’t slept together in the past couple weeks, but usually that’s more of a pass-out-from-sex kind of situation, whereas this feels…different.

Deliberate.

The sheet comes up around me as he pulls me back against him, and I have the strangest awareness that Ben is spooning me….

And I like it.

“Night, Parks,” he says, his voice sleepy.

I smile, feeling, for the first time today, like all is right in the world.

But as I drift off to sleep, my last thought is a worried one.

We dodged a bullet tonight, obviously.

But we’re going to have to handle the other person s

leeping with someone else eventually.

Won’t we?

Chapter 20

Ben

Parker’s parents are big on regular weekend trips to the Oregon coast. They’ve gone a couple times a year since Parker was a little kid. They always rent the same place, play the same games, eat at the same restaurants.

It’s like a Blanton family thing.

I’ve tagged along a couple times, but not since college.

Like Blanton family dinners, I sort of stopped participating in family things once Lance and Parker got serious.

But when Parker asks if I want to go with her and her parents the weekend after our failed “have sex with other people” experiment, I jump at the chance.

Mostly because I’m dying to get away from Portland.