Free Nights With Parker by Alice Tribue Page A

comfortable with the change in position. It takes a minute, but once she begins to whimper for me, I pick up my pace. Once I get into a steady rhythm, I continue to focus on her clit, doing my best to draw out another release from her. All the while, I’m thinking that sex has never felt this fucking good … ever. I don’t know if it’s the fact that she’s a virgin or because it’s just her, but I’ve never been so drawn to a woman before. Either way, I know that once isn’t going to be enough. No. I’m uncertain if I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I have this overpowering urge to be the one to teach her everything there is to know about sex. I have an irrational desire to claim her, but I push that thought out of my head and focus on what’s happening at the moment. Her cries intensify as I increase the pressure on her clit.
    “Oliver,” she calls, and I know she’s close.
    “That’s it, baby. Let go.”
    Her hands grab my biceps, and she squeezes tight and cries out as her orgasm hits. Her pussy squeezes my cock, and the feeling is unbelievable … indescribable. Increasing the pace of my thrusts in order to finish, I go as fast as I can without hurting her and finally let go. Collapsing on top of her, I’m again careful not to give her the entirety of my weight, and I kiss her neck as I listen to her soft panting while her body recovers from her orgasm.
    “Hi,” I say when her eyes finally flutter open. She stares at me and gives me a shaky smile.
    “Hi,” she responds, and I watch as tears fill her pretty blue eyes and spill over.
    I pull out of her as gently as I can and push myself up to a sitting position, pulling her up with me. She reaches for her shirt and pulls it over her head, and I observe as she tries to get her emotions in check.
    “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”
    “Riley,” I say, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry. I had no idea. If I had known—”
    “If you had known, what? What, Oliver? Would you have been a nice guy and given my mother that job anyway? Or would you have just dismissed me the way you dismissed that woman I found you up here with?”
    I let out a frustrated sigh because what can I say, she’s right. Given what she knows about me, it’s not hard to figure out that I would have likely sent her away.
    “I don’t know, Riley. Maybe, but I wish you would have told me anyway.”
    A fresh set of tears hit, spilling down her cheeks and making her already flushed face even redder. I feel like a dick. I’ve hurt this girl, and now, it’s too late for me to fix it. I knew she was innocent, but just how much so, I had no idea. I’d have never touched her if I’d known that she was a virgin.
    “How do you get to be your age and never …”
    “I was saving myself.”
    “For?”
    She looks at me as if I can’t be believed, as if I couldn’t get any dumber if I tried.
    “Marriage.”
    She says the word, and I didn’t think it was possible, but I feel like an even bigger asshole. I don’t say anything. Nothing I can say will make this fucked-up situation any better. She held onto her virginity as a gift to give to someone who she would eventually fall in love with, and she sacrificed that because of me. This might just be the worst thing I’ve ever done. As I sit here and watch her come to terms with what’s just happened, what she’s done, what I’ve done, I think that somehow, I need to make this better for her.
     

CHAPTER EIGHT
    RILEY
     
     
    I can’t stop the tears from falling. The loss of something that I’d been holding onto for so long hit me harder than I thought it would. The truth is I’d do it all over again if it meant my mom could have this job. For once, she feels that she can finally provide for herself and for me, and it makes it worth it.
    “It was a promise,” I say to the air, quietly, so quietly that I can barely hear the words myself.
    “What?”
    For a minute, I’d forgotten he was here, sitting cross-legged in front of me.