Parker chuckles. “Not yet, Lil.”
My face falls, and I push at his chest. “Uh, yes. You can’t leave me with blue balls again.” I slide my hand down to cup him over his jeans.
He removes my hand from his denim covered dick, but intertwines our fingers. “You got to come. You’re not the one being left with blue balls here.”
“That’s a choice you’re making, though. I’m more than willing to take care of those right now.”
“I know you are, but I told your mom we’re having dinner at your house.”
I grimace. “Lady boner is gone the second you mention my mom.”
He chuckles. “I’m sure I can get it back later.”
“We’ll see.”
He steps back creating some distance between us, but then he’s pulling my shorts back onto my legs, and up to my hips. He leans down, taking my mouth with his again. He’s right about getting it back because suddenly I’m ready to jump on him once again.
“You’re mean to me,” I complain.
“I’d argue that I’m very nice to you.”
I mumble about semantics while unlocking the tack room door and step out into the barn. We walk the short distance back to the house, and I can’t hold my tongue when a rogue thought hits me. “We can go slow and still dry hump.”
Parker sputters, “What?”
“We can make out and dry hump, that would be so hot. Oh my God, we need to bring back dry humping.”
“Would that help fix your blue balls?”
Nodding, I say, “Oh yeah. Hashtag bring back dry humping.”
He drapes his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side, his lips press against the side of my head. I feel his huff of a laugh against my hair with the action. He doesn’t say anything but doesn’t have to. I don’t always need a response. Especially from Parker because I can feel what he’s feeling when it comes to me.
I’m so used to the weight of his arm around me that even when we get to the backdoor, stepping inside, I forget to push him off. It isn’t until my mom greets us, and I see the look on her face that I’m reminded, and I push him away.
“There you are, I was starting to think you got a better offer,” she says with a sly smile.
“Nope, no other offers,” I squeak, and end up clearing my throat.
“Lil and I are going out after dinner,” Parker announces.
“We are?”
“That’s great.” My mom doesn’t question it at all. I feel like I’m back in high school again but also living in some weird alternate reality.
My mom never questioned me with Parker when we were younger. She trusted both of us, even when she probably shouldn’t have. Now we’re adults and it seems like she trusts even more. My dad is too busy talking to Ethan to even hear what’s going on apparently.
“Bitch! Jizz!”Jerry Lee squawks.
I slap my hand over my mouth.
“Lily, can you try to teach him something appropriate for once.” Mom sighs.
“I try, but it doesn’t seem to stick like the inappropriate stuff does.”
“We’ll work on that.” She shakes her head. “But for now, dinner is ready.”
As we all sit down for dinner, Parker sits in the chair next to me. His hand finds my thigh, resting there easily. Suddenly, my Aunt Trish bursts through the door.