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Due to the contents of this chapter, story had been change from "T" to "M" rating.
Jarod trailed down her back with his hands. His mouth caressed her neck.
"I'll never hurt you again. Make love to me, Jarod," Miss Parker panted and grabbed at him. She felt the heat of his body pressed against hers as it penetrated through his shirt.
"I'll never stop loving you, Melissa. I'll never leave you."
Jarod was surprised that she quickly was aroused by his touches, she didn't want him to stop, but he pulled away and their eyes locked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Parker slipped it off of his shoulders and it fell down to the floor. She was breathless.
"Make love to me," she repeated as she caressed his bare chest.
"It's been a long time," he told her. Their lips met. "So very long." He kissed her hard. "I want you now," Jarod moaned softly. "I want everything to be perfect."
He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, as Jarod laid her down on her bed, she purred softly. He loved the taste of her tongue as his lingered in her mouth.
Miss Parker cuddled him as he lowered his head on her chest. Slowly, he undressed her and kissed the softness of her skin. She tingled all over. He removed the remainder of his clothing. She reached out for him.
Jarod crawled atop her and with her long silky legs, she welcomed him widely. His name was called out and he loved the sound of it.
"Jarod," she whispered as she felt him in her. "Jarod." Again, she said his name.
It had been such a long time since they'd been together, that with his every movement, Parker screamed out loud, that it muffled his moans.
"Shh." His mouth covered hers. Her screams turned to soft moans.
His voice was low-toned. "This is good. Honey, you feel so good. So very good."
She whimpered his name.
He felt an electrifying sensation throughout his body which moved him in such a way that Miss Parker tugged tightly on her white satin sheets as he satisfied both of their needs.
"Oh god, honey!" Jarod became louder. "Like this, hon?"
"Uh-huh." Her voice was barely a whisper. She closed her eyes and tightened her muscles inside of her, at the same time she gently scraped his back. "I could stay like this forever, with you in me."
"Melissa!" He said her name loudly. "You just don't know what you do to me. Oh, baby. God, what you do to me!" He seemed out of control.
With their tongues in mouths, they kissed wildly.
Jarod!" She yelled as he deepened their closeness. "Again, Jarod!" And he did exactly as she had asked. "Don't stop! Please don't stop, sweetheart." She begged.
He abided to her request. Miss Parker moaned. His voice became louder each time she moaned helplessly. Hot sweat ran down their bodies as both released at the same time.
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Parker cuddled up to him. Jarod wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
She smiled. "How long have you been up?"
"About fifteen minutes or so. I love to watch you sleep." He caressed her shoulders.
Miss Parker raised her head as he lowered his. They kissed, not as passionately, not as hungrily, but tenderly. With his fingers, he combed through her hair.
"You're beautiful, don't you know that?"
"No, I'm not," she smiled.
His hands roamed her body, when suddenly Miss Parker quickly jolted up.
"What? What is it?"
"How long have we been in bed, Jarod?"
"I don't know, honey, it's not like I timed ourselves." He laughed.
"Kayla. She's probably wondering what happened to us." Parker jumped out of bed. "Jarod." She raised her voice. "Let's go!"
He laid back in bed, his eyes twinkled and enjoyed the scenery before him.
"What...what are you gawking at?" Her sky-blue eyes glared at him, while she stood at the foot of the bed, her hands on her hips and waited for an answer.
"You," Jarod answered matter-of-factly. "Your beauty just mesmerize me. I'm glad you're comfortable standing in front of me stark naked, but maybe, you should put on some clothes before you start running out of the house."
Miss Parker looked down at herself, threw a pillow at Jarod, walked off in a huff and headed to the bathroom. After several minutes, Jarod opened the glass door of the shower. He watched as the gentle cycle of the water sprays hit against her. She turned, smiled at him as she lathered her washcloth.
"Here, let me do that for you." He joined her in the shower. Gently, he washed every inch of her front in smooth, slow strokes. Jarod repeated the process from the back of her shoulders down to her legs and up again. Parker leaned back against his chest, he wrapped his arms around her, he kneaded her breasts. She gasped as his hands traveled down and caressed what he felt was her most prized possession. With her arms stretched forward, she pressed her palms against the cold tile wall and tilted her head back. His hands slid up and down her back, then he slowly tightened his hold on her waist and planted kisses on her shoulder. Jarod turned her around. He eyed her from top to bottom while her finger gestured for him to step closer to her.
"It's my turn," she whispered. With washcloth in hand, Parker very gently, very slowly, glided it over his body. She took extra time and special care of his family jewel. Jarod closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of her touch.
"I can't seem to get enough of you, Melissa."
They kissed and joined together again as one, for the second time that day.
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As Jarod and Miss Parker entered his house, they followed the sounds of Kayla's cries into the family room.
"Poor dear, after her short nap, she woke up crying looking for her mommy and daddy. What took you two so long?" Margaret asked innocently as she handed her granddaughter over to her son.
"Thanks, mom. We had matters to tend to." It was all Jarod had said . He cradled Kayla into his arms, kissed her on the forehead and spoke to her soothingly.
"Daddy." Kayla stroked his chin. "Mama?"
"Mama's right here, sweetheart. I'm right here. Why were you crying?"
Miss Parker bent down to kiss her. "It's alright, baby. Everything is alright. We're not going anywhere."
Kayla held out her hands to her mother. "Mama."
"Want mommy to carry you?" Kayla nodded at her daddy.
"Mama. Carry?"
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After a tiresome day, Jarod sat on the living room sofa, leant his head back. Kayla climbed on and flopped herself on top of her father, laid her face against his chest, with her arms around him, she rocked herself back and forth. He wrapped his arms on her tiny body.
"Tired, sweetheart?" Jarod kissed her hand.
She nodded. Kayla looked up. "Dolly?"
"In your bedroom, sweetheart."
"Dolly?" She asked again as her puppy-dogged eyes fluttered at her daddy.
"Okay, baby, let's go get dolly." Parker stood close by and sat beside them.
Their two year old shook her head as she laid in the comfort of her father.
"You." Kayla pointed her finger at her mother.
"Hey, no finger pointing." Jarod patted her gently on her behind. "Say, please."
"Please. Mama?"
"Okay, baby, okay. But, first give mama a kiss?"
Kayla kissed her mother and giggled. Parker feather-light kissed Jarod.
"We must train her not to be so demanding. She sounds a bit like me, doesn't she? Don't you think?" She whispered in his ears.
Jarod only laughed.
He was a man who hadn't asked for anything much. Jarod never asked to love Miss Parker or for her to love him in return. But, nothing could have stopped what they felt for each other. He never asked for his life to be complicated. It was. The one thing he lacked the most was now the one thing he needed the most in his life. His family was his greatest treasures. He must have done something right somewhere along the way.
Think with your heart, not your head. Your heart is always wiser.
The End
