Where Good Girls Go To Die (Good Girls #1)

He watched me, never moving his gaze from mine, as he lowered his mouth between my thighs. My back arched as he pressed his lips against me, and I gripped his shoulders when his tongue tasted me for the first time.

I had never experienced anything like it in my life. I had never felt so exposed, so worshiped, or so needy.

He took his time until I was a writhing mess underneath him, and by the time he moved up my body, I felt like I was going to come out of my skin. He lined himself up against me, and I arched my body begging him for more.

But he didn’t move.

He just stared down at me, watching me, and driving me crazy.

“Please, Parker,” I begged, desperate for him.

He ran his hand against my forehead moving my hair out of my face before pushing into me slowly. The pain was instant and overwhelming, but I didn’t have time to think about it because his mouth was next to my ear and he was whispering words that I never thought I’d hear.

“I love you, Olivia.”

“Parker.” His name was a cry on my lips.

“I do. I fucking love you.” He began moving inside me slowly, careful not to hurt me.

“I love you too.”

He pressed his mouth to mine then he took his time worshipping my body. We clung to each other like it was the only moment we had, and we whispered each other’s names as he brought me to the brink.

But we didn’t worry about my brother.

We didn’t worry about what anyone else would think.

We didn’t worry about his past or mine or what tomorrow would bring.

The only thing I could see in my future was him.





Parker and Mason were in my living room when I walked in the door from school. I tried not to get giddy when I saw Parker sitting there, but he winked at me when Mason wasn’t looking and I couldn’t stop.

“How was school?” Mason asked.

“Boring. I’m so ready for it to be over.” I threw my backpack on the ground, and Parker nodded toward the kitchen.

I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. When I closed the refrigerator door, Parker pinned me against it and pressed his lips against mine.

“What are you doing?” I whispered while I looked over his shoulder for my brother.

“I couldn’t stand not touching you for another second,” he murmured against my skin as he ran his nose up my neck.

“You’re going to get us caught.” I leaned my head back against the refrigerator and gave him better access.

He nipped on my earlobe, causing me to moan softly before he started kissing my neck. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered in my ear.

I couldn’t tell him to stop, and he knew it. I had absolutely no will power when it came to him.

I clutched his t-shirt in my hands and pressed my hips against his. He wrapped one arm around my back and his other trailed over my stomach.

I didn’t tell him to stop when his hand cupped my breast over my shirt, and I didn’t tell him to stop when his hand slid under my jeans.

I pressed my face into his shoulder when his finger ran over my clit. He was gentle and soft and slow, and it was driving me crazy.

My hands dug into him as I felt my orgasm building. There was something so risky and thrilling about sneaking around behind my brother’s back. I knew I should have at least felt somewhat guilty, but instead I felt a rush over the possibility of being caught.

My legs shook as Parker moved his finger faster and faster against me, and when he entered a finger inside me, I completely fell apart.

He slammed his mouth over mine to catch my moans, and I bit down on his lip as my orgasm racked through me.

“Hey, Parker,” my brother called from the other room, and I tensed as the last waves of pleasure ran through me.

“Yeah?” Parker called back to him while staring into my eyes.

“Grab me a soda. Will you?”

Parker smirked before pressing another kiss to my lips. He stared at me as he put his finger into his mouth and before slowly pulling it back out.

I watched him, my legs still trembling from his touch, and my heart still racing from the rush.

He grabbed my soda off the counter, kissed me one more time, then walked out into the living room to my brother.





P A R K E R





Present



Her chest was rising and falling quickly as she tried to breathe through the pain. Normally, I didn’t really care if it was hurting while I was tattooing, but with her, I cared about everything.

I wiped over my work, gathering the excess ink, and ran my finger over her skin. I watched as her stomach shuddered under my touch. Her shirt was tucked underneath her bra, pulling it tight against her breast, and her stomach was completely exposed. The curve of her hip vastly different from all the hard edges that surrounded her.

That was the thing about Livy, she always stood out from everything else. When everyone else was being serious, she would have a spark of mischief in her eyes. When everyone else was quiet, she always had something to say.

That was the reason I did this tattoo for her, the reason I drew it for her. She had been born wild. She was fierce, she was crazy, she was funny, but most of all, she was unpredictable. She never took the road that most traveled upon, and she surprised me at every turn.

She was chaos and madness, her heart never sitting still for long, and when I was with her, everything else crumbled away and I felt like I was home.

“Why was she here?” I looked up at her, but she had her eyes covered with her arm.

“Who?” I rubbed some salve over her fresh ink.

“Come on, Parker.” She huffed causing her full pink lips to pout. “Madison.”

“She shows up here about once every six months or so.”

She moved her arm, finally giving me her eyes.

“What does she want?”

“What does Madison always want? To stir up shit. She thinks if she keeps coming here that I’ll eventually tattoo her and that it will spark something between us, but it won’t. I always refuse anyway.”

She looked away from me slightly, and I knew she was thinking about the other day when she sent her away.

“She seemed pissed that you were here though.”

“You caught that?” She winced.

“Yup. I watched the whole thing.” I chuckled softly.

“Well thanks a lot. You could have come out there and helped me, you know.”

“That’s true, but then I wouldn’t have been able to watch you go all territorial over me.” I grinned.

No matter what she said and no matter how different our lives had become, she still cared.

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “I just didn’t want to look at her for any longer than I had to.”

“Uh huh.” I stripped my gloves off my hands and reached my hand out to her. She looked at it suspiciously and regret filled my chest. There was a time when Livy would take my hand without question. She had trusted me fully, and I ruined that.

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