DAKOTA

The night has been perfect.

All of my favorite boys won awards for their efforts this season, and they only got mildly annoyed when I made them pose for a bunch of pictures. Don't judge, I want to frame them.

When the DJ announced he'd only be playing two more songs, Brooks was quick to request that the last one was 'Fearless' by the one and only Taylor Swift. He yanked Ellie and me to the middle of the dance floor and we danced like nobody was watching.

As we all head out, Parker's jacket is draped over my shoulders, and both arms are hugging one of his. "I think tonight was my favorite banquet yet."

"Was it because of our little dance party?" Brooks smiles over at me.

"Absolutely," I laugh. "It had nothing to do with the fact that you all won something for the first time, or when El and I found nice girlfriends to talk to, or when my boyfriend got jealous watching me dance with Miles."

"I was not jealous," he grumbles. "Only mildly annoyed that he was hogging you."

Everyone laughs loudly, getting into their respective vehicles. Parker opens the passenger door and rests a hand on the small of my back 'helping' me climb in. When I'm situated, he closes it and turns to the other car. His voice is muffled by the glass, but I hear him tell everyone that we'll see them tomorrow.

When he gets in, I turn to face him. "I thought we were all going back to yours?"

He says nothing, placing a light kiss on my lips and throwing the car in drive.

~

My jaw drops when we pull up to a nice hotel. "Park..."

"Figured we could use some privacy tonight," he shrugs. "Happy valentines day, love."

My surprise only heightens when he parks and pulls out a small duffle bag of my essentials, all thanks to Ellie. I don't really even want to know what she might have put in there.

Even though this place is fancy, we get a few curious looks as we walk through the lobby, still dressed up from the night. I stand back as Parker checks us in, not wanting to accidentally hear how much he's spending on this whole thing, and he guides me to the elevators when he's done.

It all happens quicker than I can keep up with. We step inside, he hits the button for the thirty-fifth floor, drops our bags, and is on me before the doors even finish closing.

While his mouth attacks mine, he uses a big hand to pull one of my legs around his waist, squeezing at the flesh of my thigh. His mouth pulls away from mine with an audible pop and his eyes bore into mine as that hand slides further and further up, until his fingers finally graze against my exposed core, causing me to let out a strangled breath.

He smirks, pulling his hand back just as the doors open. "Mystery solved."

I watch, jaw on the floor, when he simply picks up our stuff and starts walking down the hall. I only realize I haven't moved an inch when he turns back, urging me forward with a nod of his head.

Rushing forward, I take the key out of his hand and lightly slap his shoulder. "I hate you."

He laughs loudly behind me as I unlock the door, but reaches around me and pushes it open. My boy is a gentleman most of the time.

I go straight to the bathroom, excited to pull off my heels and possibly force Parker to rub my sore feet. While I'm sitting on the toilet seat, he comes walking in, having already taken off his shoes and now working on the top buttons of his dress shirt. My heart rate picks up when he gets on his knees in front of me.

Lightly nudging my hands away, he unbuckles the small clasps, slipping the heels off and throwing them through the doorway into the bedroom. Unable to help myself, I push back the hairs falling onto his forehead, admiring the flecks of gold that pop up in his green eyes whenever he's tired.

"You're my best friend," I say softly, to which I receive a bright smile.

He stands, pulling me up with him, and spins me around. I feel the short zipper on my back being pulled down.

"I was thinking," he kisses my shoulder. "We take a bath. Together obviously" kiss. "Then we move on to the bed," kiss. "Then maybe the balcony," another kiss. "The couch," kiss. "Even the floor."

My head falls back against his shoulder, and I reach up to pull the small straps off my shoulders, wanting to hurry things up. Chuckling lowly in my ear, Parker pushes on the fabric until it hits the floor, letting his hands roam over my skin.

Lifting my chin, I kiss him until my knees go weak, our tongues lapping against one another. Pulling away breathlessly, I squeeze the hard bulge in the front of his pants as I walk towards the tub.

The water heats up quickly and I waste no time hopping in, turning my body and resting my chin on my hands so I can watch Parker try to hurriedly undress. His eyes flicker between me and the small buttons of his crisp white shirt, and he's obviously too excited to get them all undone easily.

By the time he finishes, the tub is filled all the way, and he wastes no time sliding in and sitting me on his lap.

As he kisses my neck, my hands tangle themselves in his hair, needing to find some stability thanks to the fingers now rubbing and pinching my clit.

When I reach down to fist his growing erection, Parker halts my wrist, bringing the hand back up to his hair instead. "Keep pulling," he commands.

"Let me take care of-" My words are cut off when he increases his tempo, and I come undone, losing all feeling in my legs and collapsing on top of him.

Parker grabs my chin tight, bringing us face to face. "Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna let you take care of me now, just wanted to make sure you were ready for my cock."

When he reaches over the side of the tub for a condom, it's my turn to stop him. "I went back on the pill last week."

"And that's your way of saying?" He trails off, not wanting to make assumptions.

"No condom," I whisper. "Unless you'd feel more comfortable still using one."

He groans loudly and pushes me down onto his hard length, grinding my hips as hard as possible. "Fucking hell."

I sigh blissfully when he starts to knead my chest with one hand, the other finding my clit once more, and his mouth meets mine. Our tongues tangle together, and he bites my lower lip playfully. While I know Parker enjoys the few times I decide to top, I can almost feel how badly he wants to flip us over and drive into me at his own pace.

To prove my point, he grips my hips to hold me in place and starts to lift his hips, meeting me halfway, at a much quicker pace that has both of us speeding towards our peaks.

I let out a shocked squeal when he pulls out and stands up with me wrapped around him.

"What are you doing? I was close," I manage to get out between labored breaths.

He walks into the room and tosses me on the edge of the bed. "I need you just like this."

With that, he's on top of me, sliding back where he's always meant to be. I'm given no time to adjust again before he's slamming into me with so much force that I end up with my head right under the headboard.

Parker shoves a pillow between my head and the wood, essentially saving me from what would have easily been a concussion waiting to happen.

I bring my heels to his ass, trying to bring him even closer.

"You're squeezing me so fucking tight, Kota. I can barely pull out of your pussy before you're pulling me back in."

With that, I explode around him, calling out his name like it's my last wish. He's not far behind me, moaning into my mouth as he brings our lips together, kissing me with more passion than ever before.

"I love you so fucking much," I breathily laugh against his lips.

He kisses my forehead, pulling out gently. "I love you too. Stay put."

I watch as he grabs a small towel, wets it, and snags the single makeup wipe that the hotel leaves on the counter. My heart swells up when he walks back to clean me up, then gently wipes off all remnants of makeup on my skin.

"Okay, I think I got it all. I know how much you hate falling asleep with that shit on," he mumbles.

"Thank you, Park. Now hurry up and get rid of all that so you can lay with me," I smile at him.

He does as I ask, and five minutes later we're both fighting sleep, wrapped up in eachother, while we watch the end of a random movie.

~

Sleep may have come eventually last night, but didn't last long with us waking up only an hour later for round two, then two hours later when I woke up with Parker's head between my legs. Just when he thought that would be the last time, I surprised him at six o'clock this morning by sliding him into me from behind.

We never did fall back to sleep after that round, because we ended up on the balcony, buck naked with only the comforter wrapped around us as we watched the sunrise. Parker ordered us room service for breakfast, knowing I wouldn't have to put any clothes on if he did.

"Do you think I got enough?"

My eyes bug when his question registers in my brain. In front of me are two chocolate croissants, four large waffles, eight pancakes, a bowl of scrambled eggs, and the biggest fruit platter I've ever seen.

"Uh, yeah. I'd say so."

"It's just," he smirks. "We worked up quite an appetite."

I throw my head back in laughter, and it falls on his shoulder since I'm currently between his legs. "You're insufferable."

He kisses my temple. "You love me."

"I really do." I sigh, "This whole night has been too much, Parker. I thought we agreed to no presents."

"Did you enjoy it, though?"

"Of course," I hurry out. "It was amazing."

"Then I don't care, it was worth it. Now eat," he pulls a plate into my hands. "We have to check out by twelve and I wouldn't mind going at least one more round before then."