Page 174 of Twisted Needs

“You and your brother aren’t.”

I make a face. “Are you sure he isn’t the one you’re in love with?”

We both laugh, but then something shifts in his expression. It’s subtle and small enough that most people probably wouldn’t notice, but it’s my job to notice these things.

“Lovie.” Warmth floods my chest. “He won’t stay mad at you forever. Em won’t either. They just need time.”

Parker leans forward and presses a long kiss against my cheek. The gesture pulls a smile out of me instantly. “What would I ever do without you?” he asks quietly, tightening his arms around my waist.

The sound of my phone ringing pulls me from our bubble. Parker groans and makes a bitter face as he reaches for it and reads the caller ID. His eyes narrow immediately. “Who is…Love Of My Life heart-emoji crown-emoji and…tongue emoji?”

I grin immediately, reaching for the phone. “Charlie…don’t ask.” I let the call go to voicemail and toss my phone back on the small table.

“Well, what’s mine?”

“Pet’ka parentheses Parker Morozov,” I joke.

“No emoji?”

I let out a deep sigh, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Do you want an emoji, my love?”

“Maybe the hockey stick one.”

Parker brushes his hands up and down my waist and shakes his head. He pecks me on the lips before kissing me on the cheek again, like it’s somehow become his new favorite spot to kiss me. When he goes as far as to blow a raspberry against my cheek, I scrunch my nose and reel. “So weird,” I snort.

“I think it’s very healthy for loving, dedicated couples to be weird with each other,” he argues before doing it again.

“Mhmm.”

Before I know it, I’m being carried out of the hot tub bridal style and lowered onto my feet. Parker throws a towel at me and gives me a suggestive look.

“That look scares me.”

“Get on the bed,” is all he says, drying off the droplets of water in his hair. “I want you on your back, angel.”

A minute later, Parker towers over me, completely naked, studying me like I'm a piece of artwork. I prop myself up on my elbows, looking up at him with a ready look on my face.

The feeling of his fingers brushing up and down my outer thighs makes me hold my breath, especially because his expression hardens solemnly. “Are you feeling relaxed?” Parker asks softly. He wraps his hands around my quads and yanks me to him without warning. A small, startled yelp slips past my lips. He slides a hand down to my ankle. When he starts pressing his thumbs into the arch of my foot, I suck in a pained breath and pull my leg back, but he doesn’t let go.

My answer to his question is an easy no. “Pet’ka. Please tell me you’re not about to do what I think you are…”

“We’re making love,” he grins.

“You’re massaging my foot.”

Parker kisses my arch before letting my foot drop. “I thought you liked⁠—”

“Not here!” I hiss. I reach out to him, immediately yanking him on top of me. “Ugh. Just get on your back,” I order, rolling him off me.

“You love me,” he grins, happily holding me by the hips when I straddle him.

I slap my hand to his cheek and lean in. “Too much.”

Parker smiles to himself, like he's taking it as the greatest compliment he's ever received.

For a minute, neither of us speak. Parker brushes his nose across mine, breathing softly. “I love you, too,” he whispers. “My beautiful baby boy.”

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