Craving You (TBX #2) Read online

  Table of Contents

  Craving You

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Craving You

  (TBX series)

  Ashley Christin

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  DISCLAIMER

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Please note this novel contains profanity and sexual situations.

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  4 months ago

  Parker

  The last thing I want to do tonight is chase down my brother, but here I am lookin’ all over. He ran off during a little spat we were havin’. Grabbing a hold of the door handle, I pull the glass to the dorm halls open, the air-conditioned air blowing across my face. This is where he will go to find release. I didn’t see him at the gym, so the next best thing is a warm body. Just thought Brealynn was more to him than that. Not that I’m against him havin’ sex, but he seems different with her.

  Strolling down the hall in a haze, I brush against a small shoulder. “Watch out.” Kelsey’s face is playful at her remark as she spins around causing her long, golden brown hair to whip around her as she looks directly up at me.

  “Has Colt been through here?” Her eyes, for once, don’t seem guarded.

  “Uh- Yeah. I wouldn’t go in there if I were you. It’s like a fuck fest in there right now. Gross really, but what can ya’ do?” She shrugs while blinding me with her straight smile.

  “Go grab dinner? Interested?” I hope my smirk doesn’t show I’m interested in more than dinner. I’ve had my eye on Brealynn’s best friend for a while now. Her smart-ass attitude gets my dick hard every time she opens her mouth.

  “You buying?” I swear she has the same promise I’m wearing in my grin mimicked on her face.

  “If you’re sellin’.” My heart rate picks up speed; this is a dangerous game I’m playing with the best friend of Colt’s girl.

  It sure is going to be fun, though.

  “No such luck, but I’m always down for some chicken strips.” I nod my head toward the doors, and we walk side-by-side to my truck.

  “What sounds good?” Nerves cause her voice to crack.

  Whoa. Fuck, that’s a loaded question. Is she nervous?

  “Whataburger?” When I look toward the passenger seat of my truck, she’s twisting her hands together, so I settle for the PG13 hunger.

  “Perfect. So how’s the riding going?” Again, I look over at her. It’s no surprise she wants to talk about that. That’s all any girl ever wants to talk about with me. I can already feel a pounding headache comin’. She’s going to ask all the standard questions; Can you get me front row passes? Can I ride your bike? And then probably want a T-shirt or something to sport around.

  “Good.” My jaw clenches tight as my white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, and I wait for the questions to follow.

  “How’s school goin’? I can’t believe summer break is so close!” Letting out the breath I wasn’t aware I was holding, a soft laugh escapes.

  “What?” Kelsey gazes over at me confused at my relief.

  “Nothin’. Classes are good. You?” Over the three or four mile drive, we talk about bullshit, honestly. We talk about TBX and school when the only thing I’m interested in is talking about her. Her lips, her naked skin on mine…

  “You okay?” The rasp of her sweet voice pulls me from my lust.

  “Yeah, just hungry.” Once I park and we order, I’m finally a little relaxed. Don’t know why being around her puts me on edge so much. She’s just another girl. Same deal, different pussy.

  “Thanks for dinner, Parker. I was just playing around, but I appreciate it.” Kelsey takes a sip of her Sprite eying me over the lid. Focusing on her lips wrapped around the straw, my mind instantly goes dirty, thinking about them wrapped around my dick.

  Fuck.

  Shifting casually in my chair, I give her a tight smile while I readjust myself. “It’s not a big deal,” I assure her. Don’t need her thinking anything into this. “We’re just two hungry people grabbin’ food.”

  “True. We’re also two people who don’t want to witness what’s going on in room 8A right now.” Kelsey laughs at her own joke. When she smiles, her gray eyes are lit with humor, and on an unrelated note, my dick twitches. He seems to have a thing for Kelsey.

  “So what are you goin’ to do until they finish … If they finish.” Her eyebrows rise slightly as she shrugs. “You can come back to the house with me and hang out.” My suggestion is laced with an underlying promise of more than I’m leading on. Will she take the bait?

  “And do what?” Her tongue darts out seductively over her straw before she pulls it into her mouth. I suck in a quick, silent breath at her movement. Again, dick twitch. This girl is killin’ me, and I haven’t figured out if the fact she knows it turns me on or not.

  “Eat candy and watch a movie?” It’s hard to hold my laugh in. That’s the last thing I want to do with her.

  “I don’t know. My mom always told me not to go with men who offer candy.” Those gray eyes hold firm contact with mine challenging me.

  “Come on, sweetness.” I encourage, not beg. Let’s get that straight. I don’t beg.

  “Ugh. You’re already giving me a toothache. What would happen if I actually licked you?” Her pink tongue swipes over her kiss-me lips.

  Leaning toward her, I rest my arms on the white and orange table. “You just made my dick so fuckin’ hard. Thanks,” I whisper as she begins to giggle. “Laugh all you want. When I get my mouth on you, I promise, you won’t be laughin’ then.” Mid-giggle, she looks into my eyes, hers watered over with humor.

  “Riiiiight.” She drags out the word with fake agreement.

  Challenge accepted.

  “You want to come back with me, or am I droppin’ you at the dorm?” I’m getting impatient.

  She sighs. “I’ll go with you but only to hang out. Parker, I’m not your type. ” If Kelsey thinks biting her lip makes me want her less, she’s as crazy as I think.

  “Sure thing, sweetness.” Throwing my arm around her neck playfully, we make our way to m
y truck.

  Kelsey

  I never expected to come back from the shower with the door to my dorm locked. The banging and moaning were a clear sign to steer clear for a while. It does surprise me that Brealynn is actually giving him some. She’s into him, or um, more literally, he’s into her. Cough, cough. But I digress. I decide to head to the commons area and wait out the Fucklympics that is currently taking place for the first time in the United States of America.

  I don’t know what came over me. Flirting with Parker like that. Am I just that horny? Honestly, it’s not that bad. He’s not that bad. Did I really just say that?

  “So once I nailed the landing, it was all over.” Parker is telling me about his latest competition. Since Colt has been MIA, Parker has been attending the local competitions, and from what I hear, gaining a lot of attention. I got the feeling in the truck he didn’t want to talk about TBX, but this time, he brought up the conversation.

  “I bet you got laid that night.” Wiggling my eyebrows, I shove his shoulder playfully.

  “Twice.” His panty-melting grin tells me he is speaking the truth. I lift my legs and bend my knees placing my feet on the couch cushion, digging my toes under to warm them. Parker sits to my right, watching my movement.

  “Your feet cold?” As he asks the question, he places the pillow further over my feet.

  “They’re always cold. So why were you looking for Colt?” Being nosy. It’s one of my superpowers.

  He places his arm on the pillow, hand resting on my ankle. “I just need to speak with him.” His fingers start absently rubbing the skin of my ankle soft as a feather. Parker’s expression is concerned. I hope everything is okay with Colt and Brealynn.

  “Do you have any good movies?”

  “If porn works for you.” Smirk in place and a gleam in his eye.

  I bark out a laugh and counter, “Is it your own homemade porn?”

  “Wish it was with you?” The low tone of his voice sends butterflies stirring in my stomach.

  “I could have you if I wanted you.” The goal is to tease him to hide my growing arousal, but his brown eyes light with desire. A tiny flame sparks deep in my core, and I quickly try to extinguish it. Parker’s fingers trace up from my ankle to my knee as he leans into me, inches from my face. My breath is caught somewhere between the base of my lungs and my mouth, trying to fight its way out of my body. “Well, sweetness, I’m right here. Have me.” His challenge is crystal clear, and damn, it’s very tempting.

  “Parker …” I laugh, pushing him away when he grabs a hold of my hand stilling me. Our eyes lock.

  One.

  Two.

  Three seconds pass until he reaches a hand behind my head and our lips slam together. My mouth parts of its own accord. His lips are just so soft. A tidal wave of desire consumes me. His tongue slides across my lips, demanding entrance that I cautiously allow. Our tongues tangle in a war of lust, each trying to top the other. I lean into him, putting more of myself into the kiss.

  This, this I can do.

  Strong hands roam my torso while his body leans over me. I feel the cold rush of air begin to prickle my skin before it’s replaced with warm hands as the front of my shirt lifts, exposing my stomach up to my bra.

  Okay, we haven’t made it to second base yet. I’m still good.

  Once I feel his hand reach to cup my right breast, I moan into his mouth. He slowly slides the cup of my bra down until my breast is exposed. Two fingers pinch my nipple at the same time teeth bite down on my bottom lip. My gasp fills the room.

  Shit, second base.

  Parker’s hand leaves my breast and trails down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. With certainty, he slides his fingers between the material and my skin. Our lips haven’t left each other’s as he waits for permission. I moan my acceptance, drunk on him and stupidity, obviously.

  Third base. I have to stop this.

  All thought leaves my brain when his fingers graze my clit. Rubbing the need I have building inside me. Parker’s soft lips leave mine, and I whine silently in protest. Soon, they return to the skin of my neck, his tongue working circles up and down my jugular while his fingers play the sweetest melody. Parker lifts my shirt over my head. I’m sitting in my bra that is haphazardly wrapped around my chest, thanks to Parker.

  “Fuck.” He hisses before placing his mouth on my abdomen and working his way down. My fingers tangle in his previously perfect sculpted brown hair as he reaches the button on my shorts. Normally skillful fingers fumble to unbutton them while his lips kiss promises on my skin. My mind doesn’t have time to wrap around anything other than Parker. He slides my shorts, along with my red panties, down my legs while his lips travel to my center. He takes one achingly slow lick as he stares up at me.

  “Mmmmm. Fuckin’ sweet. Just like I said.” My face feels flush and my heart rate spikes to an unnatural level as I feel the rumble of his voice against my core. His tongue works me in ways I never knew existed. His hands dig into my hips as I buck and grind on his face without shame.

  All I can focus on is my need.

  Pulling on his shoulders, I bring his lips back to mine. I can feel his impressive erection pressing through the denim of his jeans into me. It causes my flame to rise higher. I’m not sure what has come over me. Before I know it, I’m sliding down his jeans, exposing what I’m sure is his most prized possession. Lips crashing, hands rushing, and heavy breathing occupy the Taylor house. Parker pulls out a condom from his jeans as I have a moment to try to absorb what is happening.

  “I need in you, Kels. You okay with this?” I can’t really form a coherent thought. All I know is that I want the man in front of me. The man I’ve been with most of the night.

  “Yes.” I breathe as he slides the condom on over his blessed penis. I’m serious, I’m pretty sure it was created just for me and tonight. Thank you!

  Parker leans over me pushing into me at a slow pace. My gasp soon turned moan fills the living room. Yes, I’m that girl, fucking on a couch. Damn it. Parker and his glorious dick.

  “You okay?” The concern for me in his voice brings my eyes back to his. He must have been watching my internal struggle. If he only knew, this isn’t me. I don’t fuck randoms. I’ve only ever had sex with one person my entire life. Yet, here I am, having sex with the man whore himself. Parker inches further into me, and my mind is forced back to the here and now.

  “Please.” It comes out more of a plea than the frustration I felt with him not moving inside me. His lips reach mine and our kiss turns passionate. Both taking what we want from the other, my walls have crashed around me. All of my defenses have somehow failed.

  Parker stops moving, eyes staring daggers of need into mine. “Tell me what you want. I need to hear you.” He grunts out.

  “Parker.” I breathe.

  “Tell me to fuck you, Kelsey. Tell me you want my dick buried deep inside you.” Eyes furrowed, his voice shakes with desperation.

  “I need you to fuck me, Parker.” I nearly scream in frustration, placing a kiss to his bottom lip. He starts to ease in and out of me again. Once our lips line up, sucking in a breath with our lips still touching, I beg again. “Please.” That seems to set him off as he fucks me like it’s the last thing he will ever do. His fingers trace down to my clit and work me up to a heated mess.

  Mouths crashing, I collide into my orgasm. “Parker!” My voice sounds around the living room.

  “Fuckkkk, yes.” The growl vibrating through me.

  We lie there for a moment, heavy breathing filling the room. Sweat causing our bodies to stick to one another. Parker slowly kisses the spot behind my ear before he looks at me with a panty-dropping smile; well, if I wouldn’t have already dropped mine so easily.

  “You look so beautiful.” His compliment catches me a bit off-guard.

  “You already got in my pants, Parker. The compliments are no longer necessary.” I’m still dumbstruck that I just had sex with Parker Taylor. What the hell was I think
ing? Oh, I wasn’t thinking, my vagina was.

  Parker moves under me, cradling me in his arms and bringing my left leg to cross over his. After he pulls the blanket from over the couch and places it on our naked bodies, his grip tightens on my arm cocooning me.

  “Just take the compliment.” His after-sex tone is intoxicating.

  “Thanks.” It’s strange being cuddled up next to his hard body. My fingers begin to fidget with the blanket and my mind races.

  “It’s time for some sleep, sweetness. Unless you want another go-round. I know I’m hard to resist.” I can feel his smile against my forehead and try not to enjoy this moment. Sleep finds me soon after his comment.

  I crack open my eyes, unaware of my surroundings. Oh, shit. That’s right. I’m not in my dorm. I internally groan with my own disapproval and ease to untangle from Parker’s arms. He stirs slightly but doesn’t wake. This whole thing is wrong and never should’ve happened. I feel used and slutty, just how I should feel. I can’t believe I allowed myself to be weak and with Parker Taylor of all people. My eyes dart around the room before spotting my clothes; I throw them on, along with my shoes, and sneak out the front door. Thankful the dorms are only a few blocks away.

  Parker

  “What. The. Fuck. Is she doing in my bathroom?”

  “I asked Brealynn to move in, and we had a spare room,” he shrugs, “so…” Colt’s explanation pisses me the fuck off. I slam the door and stomp back to my room. Pacing back and forth in front of my bed, I try to work through the fact that the girl who has my dick in a twist is unpacking because she lives in my fuckin’ house. The clinking and clanging of her in my bathroom does nothing for my temper. She’s probably moving my shit all around in there. We haven’t talked much over the last few months. Not since she outright told me to go fuck anyone else but her. That’s a problem for me, though. You see, all I want to do is fuck her. Needless to say, I’m sexually frustrated from not getting laid in months. Thanks to Kelsey Whitten.

  “Shit! Oww!” Kelsey shouts in pain. Should I go in there? Before I can process the thought, my hand is swinging the bathroom door open looking down at Kelsey who sits on the floor on bended knees. Do I have to explain what that image does to me?