“I win!” Ethan shouts with his last throw. He gets to pick out one of the small prizes. I’ve never seen him so excited over a small stuffed llama before.
Jameson chooses to impress Sutton with one of those strength games where you slam a giant hammer down and try to get the bell at the top to ring. Wes does one where he has to hang on a bar for a certain amount of time. And I’m pretty sure after a while it starts spinning to try and kick you off.
He keeps a straight face the entire time, I don’t know if he’s even capable of another face that isn’t a scowl. I’ve seen him smile a couple times with Bailey, but she’s the same way. I guess that’s what makes them such a perfect fit for each other.
Ethan dragged Parker to another game where they’re shooting water guns into a target. My parents, Trish, and Jackie are trailing behind but are entertained amongst each other enough to care about what us kids are up to apparently.
It’s so weird to be in my twenties and technically an adult, but when I’m somewhere with parents, or as I would consider them, adultier adults, I feel like a kid again. It’s like I really am back in high school. Which is exactly what Parker has been trying to make me feel like. And it’s working.
Just like the mature adult that feels like a kid again, I decide to mess with him to try and help my brother win yet another game that will make him happy.
They get set up on the game, aiming their water stream from a water gun at a target. Right as they’re starting, I jump onto Parker’s back, wrapping my arms around the front of his neck. He lets out a “oof” and tries to regain his focus on the game. He manages to aim practically perfect, so I resort to more drastic measures and start whispering in his ear.
“I can’t wait until we’re alone later. I was thinking about all the things you could do to me.”
“Lil,” he grunts, though he may have meant it as a threat it didn’t sound like one to me. I continue anyway.
“I was thinking about how it will feel to take you in my throat again. I want you to fuck my face, that would beso hot.”
“Lil, seriously.” He clears his throat and I smile.
“Seriously what? Youseriouslycan’t wait to fuck me until we can’t breathe? Youseriouslywant to watch your cum dripping out of me because you fucked me so full?”
“Lily,fuck,”he groans, and I’ve noticed he isn’t aiming as well now.
“Ooh you called me Lily, that means I’m in trouble. Good, I want it a little rough tonight.”
A loud ringing bell goes off signaling the end of the game and Ethan jumps up in victory once again. “I won!”
I hop off Parker’s back to congratulate my brother. “Good job.” I give him a high five.
Parker wraps his arm around my stomach and dips his head to speak into my ear. “You’re evil.”
“You like it.” I wink.
“I said don’t be gross,” Ethan demands after getting his prize from the attendant.
“Come on, let’s go do some rides,” Parker distracts from Ethan’s complaints, and takes my hand in his to pull me along.
I chuckle, “I know what I want to ride.” Parker just yanks me into his side, and I laugh into his shirt. I like knowing how much I got to him, taking pride in it. And also looking forward to him fulfilling my wishes later.
CHAPTER 42
Parker
I’m just gettingoff my forty-eight-hour shift and I’m exhausted, but Lily texted me to come over, and I’m not about to turn her down. She may want to sleep because she worked last night too. I get the best sleep when I’m able to have her wrapped around me. And if she wants to do anything else I know I’ll suddenly find the energy to give her what she wants.
The only car parked outside of Lily’s house is hers, but Ethan could possibly be home. As much as I like hanging out with the kid, right now I want some Lily alone time.
She opens the front door, her hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail, and she’s wearing a T-shirt I recognize as one of mine.
I smirk, approaching her. “Did you steal that from me?”
She looks down at herself. “Maybe.”
When I’m close enough to reach her, I grab hold of the shirt and pull her intome. “I like this.”
I run my lips along her neck, kissing gently and she arches into me. “I like you,” she hums.