Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He was just going to hold me and let me get it out, and I appreciated that.
Sometimes, I didn’t need to talk as much as I just needed to be held…and I didn’t have that in my life. Ever. So for Parker to give it to me without me even asking? That was huge for me, and I had a feeling he didn’t realize just how huge it was.
***
I looked at the closed door that Parker had just departed through and wondered how much longer my control would hold.
I wanted so much more from Parker than what we had. I wanted his love. I wanted his devotion. I wanted him to let me be there for him, too.
Not to mention I wanted to give him the same thing he gave me when our situation was reversed, and he was the one who needed a shoulder to lean on.
I’d certainly taken quite a bit of his time.
After my crying jag in the car, he’d dropped me and my groceries off, and then he left.
Honestly, I was wondering if he’d even wish to see me anymore that day.
Instead of going over there and ambushing him with that, I sat down at my computer where my videos of my dad were loaded, and I pulled up my favorite.
It was on my first birthday, and it was only me and him.
We were sharing a Big Mac and fries, as well as a twenty-piece chicken nuggets.
My father was sitting next to me, the camera sitting on the table across from us, recording our whole conversation.
Most likely, it was due to the fact that the chicken nuggets were about to make an appearance, and he wanted to record my reaction.
I smiled when my father’s words started coming out of the speakers.
“One day, those eyes are going to break some man’s heart.” My father’s voice drifted through me. “He’s going to take one look at you and fall. Just like I did.”
A tear slipped down my cheek.
“Isn’t that right, Kayla girl?”
I swallowed.
“He’s going to love you like I do. He’s going to take care of you. He’s going to protect you. He’s going to be everything that I ever wanted for you—and nothing you ever imagined.”
On the video, my father was recording me eating, and he was handing me French fries out of his McDonald’s fry container.
For each French fry he handed me, four more went into his own mouth.
Then he started on the chicken nuggets.
That’s when my eyes lit up.
I loved chicken nuggets. Always have, and always would.
My tastes have refined slightly, and I only eat McDonald’s chicken nuggets when Chick-Fil-A isn’t open—on Sundays when you always seem to crave the popular chicken chain and they are closed.
“You want one of these, baby girl?” he asked me.
On the screen, I nodded with excitement.
“More!”
And so it went. He recorded my one-year-old self eating twelve chicken nuggets.
With each one I put away, he’d laugh harder and harder.
It made my heart feel full, while simultaneously making me feel sad, too.
It wasn’t so much that I missed it, but that I wished that I remembered it.
I hated that I was too young when he died to remember anything about him.
Wiping my tears, I did the one thing that I knew that would make me happy.
I walked over to Parker’s place and walked right in.
He was sitting in his recliner.
The moment I came in, he turned the chair to me.
“Come ‘ere.” He held out his arms wide, indicating with his body language that I should climb into the chair with him.
I did, straddling one of his huge, muscular thighs. I laid down on top of him so that my entire front was plastered to his. The tips of my toes were just barely brushing the floor, and the majority of my weight rested on top of his thigh.
His very hard, very hot thigh.
I squirmed and resettled, and my eyes nearly crossed when the new position that I was now in put just enough pressure on my clit to make my lady bits start to tingle.
I froze as he wrapped his large arms around my shoulders, hugging me to him.
And then he started to rock.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
I silently cursed in my head.
I didn’t want to watch anything. Unless it was his cock being pushed up inside my… I roughly shut that thought off and shrugged.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m not a big fan of TV. I think the last thing I watched was the first Thor movie. I’m more of a book kind of person.”
“Like Harry Potter kinds of books, or Fifty Shades of Grey kinds of books?” he questioned.
I grinned against his chest and then raised one hand to smooth his t-shirt free of wrinkles.
I didn’t realize that I was close to his nipple until my thumb brushed fully over it.