Disclaimer; So sick of doing this, everyone knows we dont own the Pretender.
Authors note; WARNING contians sex scenes. I do not know if this is to strong for ratings, if anyone has a problem, please e-mail and I will remove the chapter. And please, if you are under 18, stop, go back and do not read this just to be on the safe side.
Chapter seven...
Smiling softly at him, her smile soon turned dangerous as she pushed him back onto the bed.
Jarod gasped, unsure whether this was part of the game, or he had pushed her too far.
Grabbing the end of his pants she pulled them from him and threw them away.
He lay still as she divested him of his track pants, propped up on his elbows, he didn't take his eyes from hers for one second.
Her eyes twinkled mischievously as she walked around the room and turned the stereo on. Coming back to stand in front of him, she started to sway her hips.
Jarod relaxed and smiled at her. He wanted to make this perfect.
She moved hear body slowly as she undid one button of her jacket at a time, taking it VERY slowly.
He watched as she slowly undid her jacket. His mouth was dry and he resisted the urge to get up and help her.
Three buttons were undone, one more and it would be off and he would get more than the eye full he had before.
"You are beautiful," He whispered.
She paused, "No, I don't think I will do this." She said flatly.
"What?" He groaned.
"Well, you're all battered and bruised." She shrugged doing one button up.
He was struggling to sit up.
She moved onto another button doing that up. "Such a shame." She moaned as her hands brushed against there breasts
He reached out to her, pulling her down so that she was sitting next to him "They are just scratches."
"So you're brave now are you?" She laughed.
He pulled the sleeve from her shoulder, planting a kiss on it.
"Uh uh, no touching." She pushed him away as she stood back up.
He looked at her, almost pleading.
She started to sway to the music again, undoing the buttons once more, slower this time, agonising slow.
No touching? He thought to himself… she was going to drive him completely insane.
She got do to the last button again and undid it, keeping the jacket closed. "Jarod?" She asked pausing, looking at him.
"Mnnnn," He said.
"How much do you want this?" She asked softly.
He looked at her. "More than anything." He barely whispered. It was something he had thought about, but had never imagined he would ever get. So close at Ocee's, but not even a kiss.
She lowered her eyes, gaining as much courage as she could get, she asked, "How much do you want me?" She wasn't sure he would hear her, she felt the fear clutching her heart. What if he wants just the sex, and not her? She would die.
"I have wanted you my entire life," He said with absolute honesty.
She smiled at him, tears falling from her eyes. She slowly slipped the jacket off to reveal her red lace bra and waited for him to turn her down. She was expecting the rejection at any minute.
He moved forward, his hands trembling.
Slipping out of her pants, only in high heels and underwear she stepped closer to him.
He traced the line of her bra down from the shoulder to her cleavage, barely touching her skin.
She leant into the touch. She loved the way he was so gentle with her.
He pulled her to him, his hand pushing the strap off of her shoulder, planting a feather light kiss where the strap had been. He gathered her silky hair up in one hand and kissed her neck where it meets her shoulder.
She panicked. Her fear making it hard for her to breathe. "No!" She shouted as she stepped back.
Jarod looked up in shock, "Parker, what's wrong?"
"I can't!" She cried out as she stepped further from him.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked alarmed.
"You cant hurt me." She whispered
"Never," He agreed.
"I hurt you! I don't deserve you!" She wailed. "You deserve better then the ice queen." She didn't know what was going on with her, she wanted this, wanted him. But all she could think of was the pain she had put him through.
"Parker," He pulled her gently back towards him.
How she broke his heart about his mother. "No..." She whispered but didn't move from him.
Gathering her hair up once more, he put his lips to her shoulder and traced a line of kisses until he gently bit her ear. "Don't think so much," He said to her.
"But..." She whispered, "You deserve better. Some one that would settle down with you, that wouldn't shoot you."
With his hand he gently traced the line of her bra. "Shhhh. I don't want anyone else," And he traced a line of kisses down her neck to the hollow of her throat.
She wanted to protest. He did deserve better, but it felt so good, and all she could get out was a deep moan.
He gently lowered her onto the bed and straddled her. He sunk his head to her belly button, licking circles around it, while gently caressing the line her bra made with her skin.
Parker lay on the bed, unable to say anything, do anything. For some one that has only slept with two women, he was pretty damn good.
He kissed lower, just to the top of her panties, but then moved his attention towards her neck again.
Parker groaned in protest.
He reached behind her back and fumbled with the hook. Gently sliding her bra from her, his mouth descended onto a breast. Taking it, he teased her nipple with his tongue and her other one with his hand.
"God..." Parker groaned, grabbing his hair as she arched her back.
He let her nipple go and moved down to tease the tender flesh on her inner thighs. Gently biting and kissing his way from her knees up one leg and then down the other. His hands roaming over her stomach in gentle caresses.
"I'm going to shoot you again if you keep swapping like that!" She moaned in frustration and pleasure.
Jarod lifted his head and smiled. "Promises," And then he went further down and, slipping her shoes off, kissed the sensitive arch of her foot.
"Damn it, where is my gun!" She threw her hand around trying to find it laughing.
Tracing kisses up her leg and then down the other back to her foot. "Hush, be still."
"Make me!" She laughed as she crawled out of his grip.
He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards him. "There is no escape," He moved up, both hands grabbing her breast and massaging them ever so gently.
"I don't think I want to escape," She tried to say, but it turned out more like a moan.
His mouth went back to her belly, leaving kisses and gentle bites all over.
She laughed as he tickled her with his mouth. Throwing her head back, she hadn't laughed like this since Tommy.
He brought his mouth up to he neck again, sucking at the hollow of her throat, worshipping her, his hands sliding up and down her lovely arms. "Close your eyes."
She looked at him in suspicion, but closed her eyes nonetheless.
He dropped a kiss on each eyelid. And then moved down and kissed her lips very lightly.
Grabbing his hair, she held him still as she opened her eyes and brought her mouth to his and kissed him passionately. Light wasn't what she had wanted, so she deepened it more.
Jarod loved the way she tasted and he kissed her back.
Smiling as she kissed him, she flipped him over.
He could feel his need burning now. He lay on his back and looked up at her. It did not surprise him that she liked to be the aggressor.
Kissing each of his palms like he did to her, she chewed gently chewed his earlobe.
Jarod closed his eyes and breathed in her scent.
She moved down his neck, planting soft kisses back.
He traced her spine with one of his hands he moaned in pure pleasure.
"Hands." She slapped him away.
He dropped his hands obediently. Ohh but he wanted to touch her, to hold her so badly. They were practically twitching at his sides.
She worked her way over his collarbones, licking and biting gently.
He couldn't stand it any longer, groaning, he grabbed her waist.
She worked her way down to his chest only to pause when he grabbed her. "Hands!" She ordered louder.
He dropped them again, moaning loudly. "Parker please, I have to touch you," He whispered.
Smiling, she skipped his chest, "No." She mumbled as she moved to his sides, kissing and bitting gently, seeing if he was ticklish as her hair fell around his skin.
He squirmed as her hair brushed him, he was dying to touch her.
Moving down to his hips, she brushed her bare breasts against his skin and moaned in her own pleasure.
He fought the urge to grab her and toss her over. He was writhing in earnest now... not sure how much longer he could stand this sweet torture.
She kissed his hipbones sticking out under his hipsters before moving down to his legs like he had done to her, never losing contact.
His hands reached for her hair, stroking it.
Her hands were playing with his nipples, careful not to touch his wounds, as her lips travelled his body.
"Please," He moaned, begging.
Getting down to his feet, she looked at him as she sucked on his toes seductively. Hearing his plea, she made her way back up to his hips, and slowly slid his underwear from his hips and threw them aside
Jarod sucked in a breath as she pulled away his pants. He wanted her so badly.
She sucked at his inner thighs, slowly making her way up to him.
His breathing stopped as she moved her way forward.
Looking at him as his breath stopped, a little concerned, she opened her mouth and took him, deep throating him expertly.
Jarod thought he might die. He moaned out load in pure pleasure. He had never experienced anything like that in his entire life. His hands reach for her head.
Her hands played with his balls gently as she moved up and down on him, enjoying his moans.
He thought he might die from the sheer ecstasy. "Ohhhh," Was the only sound he could make.
Coming up for air, she laughed before she went down on him again, using her tongue as well, twirling it around him as she sucked, doing the best job of her life.
He was panting now, not able to hold on for much longer. But he didn't want it like this. He wanted it to be for her too. He pulled her up gently. "Parker," He moaned.
She shook him off, "No, this is just for you." She went back down, taking him all in, ignoring the choking feeling she felt.
He traced circles up and down her back and let himself be lost in the pleasure of the moment.
She could feel him twitching, he wasn't far off, and she moved faster and bettered her technique
Finally he came with such force he thought he might truly die. His heart was beating so fast, it was hammering in his chest.
She felt him come in her mouth, and she swallowed for him before licking him clean and smiling at him
He looked down at her, pleasure glazing his eyes. "Parker," Was the only thing he could think to say.
She smiled at him as she started to kiss his skin once more, making her way up to his mouth where she kissed him deeply.
Jarod grabbed the back of her head and kissed her as if his life depended on it.
She laughed against his mouth in joy. She was glad she hadn't backed out of this, and she kiss back just as fiercely.
When he got a little energy back, he rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Breaking finally from the kiss to come up for some air, he started making his way down her body again.
Her face was flushed slightly and she pulled him back up to her mouth.
Roughly massaging her breasts, he bit gently on her lip.
Moaning, she kissed him. Nothing else mattered to her at the moment. The world could be ending and she didn't care.
He slid a hand down and worked off her panties.
She looked down at her feet and could not remember when Jarod took her shoes off.
Teasing her, he slid a finger down, but barely touched her, just enough to arouse.
Arching, she bit his lip when he teased her
He pressed a little harder, sliding further down.
Parker hissed a breath in in pleasure. She hated that he was teasing her like this, but god she liked it.
He broke the kiss and took a breast in his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue. He slid his finger in deeper.
Parker arched so much, she thought she would break something, gasping in short shallow breaths as he teased her.
Teasing her mercilessly, he switched breasts. Using his other hand he grabbed her buttocks kneading them.
"Jarod...!" She cried as he only teased her more. Two could play at that game. Reaching over him, she grabbed with one hand his arse like he did hers.
He lifted his head and asked innocently "Yes?"
The other reached under a little bit awkwardly and started to play with him once more. "Don't be so cruel," She moaned in pleasure.
"Hands," He growled, taking his finger out to slap them away.
Pulling a puppy dog look, she looked into his eyes and sulked.
Ignoring her, he moved further down the bed, out of her reach and took her with his tongue. Working her furiously, his hands on her hips pinning her tightly to the bed. He could feel that he was almost ready to go again and he brought her to the edge and then stopped.
She arched even further off the bed and grabbed his hair, holding him there as she gasped. She looked at him hatefully as he stopped. "Where's my gun when I need it!"
He moved up again, laughing at her and gently lowered himself onto her, careful to support his weight so he didn't crush her.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders she kissed him hard.
He kissed neck as he moved inside ever so gently.
She tightened her grip on him, frozen for the moment.
He started up a gentle motion, slowly building up, breaking from the kiss, he moved his mouth to her neck as he nuzzled there.
Parker's eyes teared up. He was so gentle with her.
He was breathing heavily now, he lifted himself up so he could looked into her eyes.
She clung to him desperately. She started to move again, matching his moves, but never stopped looking at him.
He started thrusting more quickly, more urgently, but being very careful not to be rough with her.
Tears slipped from her eyes as she stared at him.
He leaned down and kissed her tears.
Clutching onto him for dear life, she whispered in his ear, "Jarod, you're beautiful..."
Kissing her eyelids and the tip of her nose before he claimed her mouth again.
She matched his moves as they went faster, but she never once let him go. She kissed him back as he met her mouth. How did she get him? He deserved so much better than her.
Jarod thrust deeper, losing himself in the moment, he pulled himself away from the kiss so he could look at her as he came deep inside her, smiling in bliss at her. "Mia!" He screamed out her name
Parker sucked in a breath as he came in her, shortly before she did. She moaned loudly in ecstasy, hearing her FIRST name, she went over the edge and screamed out Jarod back
Jarod slumped down beside her, brushing his hands through her hair.
Parker stared at him, amazed by this man. Why did she never see it before? He was so gentle, caring, beautiful, amazing.
He picked up her hand and kissed the tip of each finger before turning it over and kissing her palm.
She smiled sweetly at him, her normally ice blue eyes sparkling warmly.
He could hardly believe it. And that smile was so beautiful. He so rarely ever saw her smile and was absurdly glad that he could make her smile.
Snuggling into him, careful of his wounds, she hugged him tightly as she laid her head next to his neck. "Thank you." She whispered sheepishly
He stroked her hair and laughed.
She bent her neck and looked at him in confusion
He was not quite sure what to say. "You're welcome,"
"You really are an amazing person Jarod."
"Thankyou," He said with all sincerity. "You are wonderful."
"You're welcome " She shot back. She smiled warmly at him.
He laughed at her again. It was so very good to be able to laugh with her. He wanted desperately to tell her that he had loved her since they were children, none but her. But he didn't say the words.
She snuggled back into his neck, enjoying his warmth.
Instead, he just traced circles on her arms with his thumb. If only they could stay like this forever.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, close to sleep.
"What for?" He asked, looking down at her. For a moment he froze in fear that she was sorry about this.
"For everything." She whispered sadly as she fell to sleep in his arms, safe for once.
He closed his eyes against the memory of Kyle, not wanting that to intrude on the moment. He kissed the top of her head gently and listened to her breathing.
Jarod looked down at her sleeping form, wishing that they could stay like this forever. But he knew it was only a fantasy. The sweeper teams she had called would be here soon. He wanted desperately to sleep nestled into her warm body, to wake and her be the very first thing that he saw in the morning. To make slow and languorous love to her as he worshipped her body. For her to smile at him the way she had just recently. He knew that he would sleep deeply next to her, untroubled by dreams.
But it was nothing more than a fantasy. If he allowed himself this, he would pay with his freedom, and as much as he wanted to stay, he knew that he could not. He could not live if they took him back to The Centre. He could not look at her, knowing that she was responsible for his return. Would his feelings slowly turn cold and grow to hatred? Would she feel guilty? He wondered. Jarod was not naive enough to believe that one night of lovemaking would undo all the past between them. He resisted the urge of running his hands all over her body, not wanting to disturb her.
When they had been children, he had always imagined that they would be friends forever. As he looked at her beloved features now, he wondered where things would go from here. If only things were different. If only he could stay. If only she could come with him. He sighed heavily. Neither was ever going to happen. He could not stay and he could not ask her to risk herself by coming with him.
But a dark voice in his head was telling him that when she woke, she would regret this 'moment of weakness' and he could not stand one more rejection. He could not cope with it if he saw regret or dismay in her face. He wanted this memory to be perfect. It wasn't that he was afraid of capture at all, the voice insisted, he was afraid that she would look on what happened here with disgust.
He took her from his chest and placed her gently on the bed. He got up painfully and made his way to his clothes, dressing silently, his eyes never leaving her. He hoped she would understand, but he feared that he was doing something that would damage them and any slim chances that they ever had irrevocably. He sat down on the edge of the bed and cried. Silent tears slipping down his face for all the time that they could not share together, for the hurt that he knew she would feel when she woke to find him gone. He sat there unwilling to move, hoping that she woke up, hoping that she would take the choice away from him, hoping that she would chain him to the bed again, just so he could be close to her for a little longer. Hoping that she would tell him to go, and be safe, so that they could sneak moments here and there in the future.
"Parker, I wish things were different," He sobbed. But things weren't different. She didn't love him and even if she did, he was not free, neither was she. He could only bring her pain.
Steeling himself for what he knew was his only option, he finished dressing and gathered his gear together, placing it by the door. She moaned and stirred, smiling in her sleep and his heart almost broke in half looking at her. He was not sure that he would survive if he walked out on her now. But then he had a vivid image of Sam sweeping in through the doors, with Lyle hot on his heels. He was back, cuffed to the bed with Parker and her cool smile, gun pointed directly at his heart.
Realising that things could only end one way if he stayed, he gathered up her clothes and placed them gently beside her. Retrieving a robe from the bathroom, he gently wrapped it around her. She moaned as he moved her body and his breath caught, but she did not waken. Finally, he retrieved the cuff and locked one around her wrist. He moved her arm gently up to the headboard and locked the spare bracelet around a rod. He knew that she could get out of them by dislocating her thumb and he made sure that it was loose enough not to give her too much trouble. Placing her phone on the pillow next to her, he gently covered her with a sheet and blanket.
If the sweepers came before she woke, it would look like he had overpowered her and escaped, not putting her in a compromising position. Placing the key on the dressing table, well out of reach, he sighed looking at her. He knew it was likely that she would not forgive him for this, but he could see no other solution. But he did not regret it, not for one second would he change anything that had happened between them. He only hoped that she felt the same way, that she understood that he was acting now in her best interests, trying only to protect her.
He wanted so very badly to leave her a note, to explain his absence, but he did not dare risk it. If the sweepers came before she woke, he shuddered to think of what might happen to her if they found out. So once again he found himself in a position where he was forced to hurt her to protect her.
He bent down and risked on more kiss. Kissing her ever so gently on her slightly parted lips, he finally turned his back on her and gathering his few things, limped out the room. He knew that sweepers could be here at any moment. Leaving half his heart and soul behind he left, regretting the need for it with ever fibre of his being.
Parker woke to the warm sun shining on her face and smiled happily as the memories from last night flooded back to her mind. Opening her eyes lazily, she looked across from her and gasped as she noticed that Jarod was not there. Feeling the sheets, she was horrified to find them cold.
Bolting upright, she screamed when her wrist was yanked back against the metal of the cuffs. Looking around desperately, searching for him, hoping this was all a joke, she couldn't stop the tears as they slid down her cheeks.
"Jarod!" She called, kneeling up on the bed, swinging her head around frantically trying to find him.
Her eyes fell to where his duffle bag and DSA play… gone. She looked down at her body, which should have been bare and found herself wrapped up in a bathrobe.
Why did her leave her? She fell back onto the bed as sobs wrecked her body.
He had said he had wanted her his whole life. That he has wanted this since forever. And he just left her here like this. He had only used her to get away. He had never cared about her. She was right, no one cares about her. And he just proved her point.
How could he do that? Did he not have any idea how much trust she had put into him last night? How much she had loved it? How much she had wanted it to never end, for him to stay with her? And he just left her in the middle of the night, and not even a note to say good bye.
She slammed her fist into the mattress as fury over took the hurt. Angrily, she dislocated her thumb and slipped out of the cuffs, before putting it back in place.
Climbing of the bed, she found her gun and got dressed.
How could he hurt her like this? He had promised never to hurt her. And he just hurt her in the worst possible way. Tears over took her anger once more, and she fought to keep her emotions under control as she walked back to her room. Slamming the door shut behind her, she walked over to her bag and used the excuse of applying her make-up to stop her crying.
She would never allow anyone close to her again. Didn't she learn her lesson after Tommy? She had trusted Jarod with her heart and soul, and did something that terrified her, and he killed her. Stomped on her heart and threw it in the bin. Never again.
As the armour of her ice-queen façade come back over her fragile heart, she vowed never to get close to anyone, nor for them to get close to her. She would never let Jarod into her soul, or heart, ever again.
The End