DAKOTA

Even though Parker has been here for five days now, I've hardly gotten to see him. Brooks has a sixth sense, and the second Parker tries to sneak over to my house for the night, he wakes up and smacks him with a foam finger until he lays back down.

During the days, Connor and I's dads have been whisking the guys away to golf and work on building my mom's new gardening boxes. We maybe get a half-hour of alone time in the evenings, when he'd hang out in my room for a little bit after dinner.

That was until Ellie and her brother, Nate, flew in yesterday and now she and I are sharing my bed, meaning he and I only see eachother in group settings.

On top of that, Parker is dead-set on showing minimal physical touch around my parents, I'm lucky if he'll throw an arm around my shoulders when I sit next to him on the couch. Then he has the nerve to give me the puppy dog eyes every night when the guys head back to Connor's house, begging me to save him.

That being said, the fact that he hasn't stopped touching me once tonight is no surprise.

"To another year with my best friend!" Ellie taps our shot glasses together before we throw them back, grimacing at the lingering taste of tequila on our tongues.

With us, Connor, Nate, Brooks, and Parker each nurse a single beer while they talk all things hockey, wanting to stay sober since Ellie and I are not holding back.

"Crazy that the season's halfway over already," Parker shakes his head in disbelief, rubbing a hand over my legs that rest overtop of his.

From across the circular booth, Brooks sets his drink down. "What are the odds Coach Cooper sheds a tear or two when he gives us our awards?"

"Oh he will, the man's a huge softy on the inside," Connor points out. "Did you guys hear they're moving the banquet up to some time in February since so many of us will be gone by April?"

"Speaking of," Nate cuts in, "I expect free tickets whenever I want them."

"You got it, man," Parker laughs before looking down at me. "You still doing good, love?"

I peck his cheek, smiling happily. "I'm great."

He brushes a piece of hair behind my shoulder, his fingers lightly tickling my neck. "You wanna be my date to the banquet?"

"Hmm," I purse my lips in thought, turning to Brooks. "Do you have a date yet? I don't want to accidentally make myself unavailable to my first choice."

"Shut up," Parker uses a finger under my chin, bringing my eyes back to his striking green ones. "I take back the question, you will be my date for the banquet."

"Bossy," I push my mouth against his, starting to feel the alcohol.

Kissing me back with just as much vigor, his tongue pushes its way into my mouth, turning me on to the max. Just as I try to climb further on top of him, Connor clears his throat loudly, causing Parker to pull away from me quickly.

He shoots me a glare, "if you could kindly keep it PG for the next two minutes, I would appreciate it."

"Sorry," Parker says for the both of us, rubbing my back.

"As I was trying to say, Ellie, would you like to come to the banquet with me?"

She blanches, "as your date?"

"As my date."

Nate leans forward between them, eyes on Connor, "if you hurt her, I'll end your career before it even starts."

Ellie slaps her brother's shoulder. "Yes, Con, I'd love to go with you."

Both Brooks and Parker fist bump Connor, cheering him on.

We hang out at the booth for a little while longer, and Brooks shows us the videos Coach Cooper sent of Birk living it up by his pool since he offered to watch our boy while we're all here. Ellie orders us both one more shot which I down quickly then pull Parker out to the dance floor.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I stare up at Parker as his hands fall to the swell of my ass, pressing our lower halves together. Thanks to my heeled boots, they line up perfectly.

"I've missed you these past few days."

"We see eachother every day."

"Yeah, but I can't do this," he squeezes my ass. "Or this," he kisses me, "anytime I want."

I lightly tug the hair at the nape of his neck, "you can kiss me in front of everyone, I don't care."

"Says the woman who was scared to sleep in my bed, behind closed doors, at my parent's house."

"That's different."

My breath catches in my throat when Parker flips me around, grinding my ass against the bulge in his pants, head dropping to whisper in my ear, "liar."

He plays dirty, placing open-mouth kisses up and down the side of my neck, rendering me speechless as the heat begins to build in my core. Giving in, I tilt my hide to the side, giving him more access as he begins to nip at my skin.

"These pants are fucking killing me," he groans, the sound making my pulse rate double.

Ellie insisted I wear her new faux-leather pants, saying my ass looked 'delicious' in them, and I threw on a shimmery pink triangle crop top that exposes my entire back. I've had to be careful because I also skipped out on wearing a bra or pasties, not wanting them to be visible. Plus, why not flaunt the girls while they're still perky?

One of Parker's hands travels north, moving from the outside of my thigh to my neck, lifting my head so he can capture my lips in his. The alcohol running through my veins gives me a boost of confidence, so I cover his hand with mine, encouraging him to squeeze harder.

"I want to fuck you so badly right now," he murmurs into my mouth.

I pull away, smirking. "Would you settle for a bathroom blow job?"

"Not funny."

"Never said it was a joke," I grab his hand and begin walking towards the back of the bar.

Wanting to hide his obvious erection, Parker speeds up slightly until we're walking back-to-front, one hand still in mine and the other wrapped around my hip.

He bangs a fist on the family-sized stall, opening the door and ushering me in when there's no response. In a blink, my back is pressed to the door, and Parker's mouth attacks mine as he flips the lock.

We kiss until my lips are swollen, when I pull away and begin to drop to my knees as Parker's hooded eyes stay locked on mine.

He gathers my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and I make quick work of undoing the button and zipper of his tight pants.

Because I'm feeling a little mean, I pull his pants to his knees and press open-mouth kisses on the fabric covering his length, letting my fingers lightly snap the elastic waistband.

A hard yank of my hair forces my head back, and I look up to Parker in question.

"Start sucking before I have to fuck that pretty mouth of yours," he growls.

"Yes sir, Coach."

A loud grunt escapes him when I pull down his boxers, immediately wrapping my lips around his cock. I push him all the way down my throat, pulling back slowly until I'm able to circle my tongue around his tip.

"That's my girl."

Pressing a thumb to the protruding vein running underneath his cock, I'm rewarded with a thrust of Parker's hips, sending him straight back down my throat. I feel him twitch deep inside of me when I moan in pleasure, the sound vibrating his length.

My hips start to shift with need, but when I start to trail a hand down to my core, my hair is released and my arm is gripped tight instead.

"Finish me," Parker commands, "then I'll finger-fuck you."

Doubling the speed of my mouth, I move up and down his cock with vigor, and hot liquid shoots down my throat seconds later. I milk his orgasm, then pull my lips off of him with an audible pop, wiping my mouth.

Parker pulls his pants back up before yanking me to my feet, kissing me hard. "God, I've missed you."

I just smile into the kiss, bringing a hand to the top of his head and pushing him down. "Get to work, bud."

"Did you really just 'bud' me?" He drops to his knees, unbuttoning my leather pants and yanking at them until they finally slide down my sweaty legs.

I kick off my boots, stepping out of my pants and throwing a leg over his shoulder. "Are you really in the position to chastise me right now?"

He shrugs, pulling my panties aside with a finger, and immediately leans forward, running his tongue along my throbbing center.

My head slams back against the door, and I grip his hair to steady myself as he sucks my clit into his mouth, thrusting three fingers inside of me without warning.

"Park," I gasp.

His fingers stay inside of me, but he pulls his head back to look up at me, "you can take it."

I, in fact, can not take it, so Parker wraps an arm around my leg that remains on the floor, keeping me upright when I start to shake.

The music from the bar blasts through the crack of the door, shielding everyone outside from the sounds escaping my mouth. In here, the small space echos every gasp, moan, and whisper

The sound of Parker's mouth on my soaking center brings me to the edge quickly, and I thrust my hips harder against his hot mouth.

"We need to do this more often," I whimper.

He chuckles against me. "Baby, I'll eat your fucking pussy whenever you want." I look down just as he brings his head back, staring at my core. "I'm fucking obsessed with it."

Before I know it, my vision goes spotty and a white-hot flash explodes throughout my entire body. My hands grasp at Parker's shoulders, needing any extra stability I can get.

When I finally come down from my high, he patiently helps me get dressed again, sliding my feet into my boots like they're glass slippers, kissing each ankle as I lift it.

Holding me close, I listen to his rapid heartbeat begin to calm as we catch our breath.

"We should probably get back out there," he whispers.

I kiss his chest, "agreed, but you should probably wash your hands first."

He moves back, walking straight to the sink and pumping the soap about a million times.

"Dramatic much?"

"Love, I think anyone within ten feet would be able to smell your pussy on my hand," he smirks.

I just roll my eyes, waiting for him to be done before we head back out to the center of the dancefloor when everyone starts the ten-second countdown.

"Three...Two...One, happy new year!"

I don't even get the chance to scream with them, because Parker has both hands on my face, kissing me with so much emotion that my chest swells.

We kiss for the entire first minute of the new year before pulling apart, breathless with swollen lips, and something catches my eye in the corner of the room.

"Holy shit," I slap Parker's chest, pointing. "Is that...?"

Ellie and Connor are making out, and he's got her pressed up against the wall. When they finally come up for air, they're both blushing like a sixth-grader who just had their first kiss.

"Damn, that was actually really sweet," Parker chuckles behind me.

We spot Brooks and Nate soon after, both cashing in their new year's kisses with sorority sisters. Nice.

I feel an arm wrap around my collarbone from behind, and I smile up at him. "I love you so much, Parker."

His lips his my cheek for a brief moment, then he speaks softly in my ear. "I will never love anyone else half as much as I love you."

"Is that a promise?"

"That's a fucking vow, baby."