Chapter 37

He smiled, cleared his throat, and shook his head. “The house.”

“Thank fuck,” Parker growled. He caught John’s wrist and all but dragged John through the yard.

John was grateful that his feet found stable falls over the lawn as he was pulled back into the ring of light closer to the house, because it truly was pure fucking luck and had nothing to do with skill. He breathed a sigh of relief when the floodlights brought clarity, and the clarity gave a stronger sense of confidence. Parker, however, mistook the sound for something entirely different.

Parker stopped them dead beside the pool house, spun John in his tracks, and pushed him up against the concrete wall. Without a word, Parker kissed him hard enough to make John’s head spin. And Parker didn’t let up until John had his fingers in Parker’s hair and was forcing his hips against Parker’s. Only then did Parker pull away and whisper against John’s cheek. “Better. Don’t you dare start thinking on me now.”