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

“I’m pretty sure you told me once that you swoon when I act all territorial over you.” I smiled, but she didn’t.

“Oh, young love.” Mason wrapped his arm around his sister. “All that I ask is that you take your makeup sex to Parker’s house. I can deal with the two of you dating, but I can’t deal with having to listen to it.” He placed a kiss on Livy’s head before he disappeared into the back of the house.



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L I V Y



Present



“I can’t believe you still have this place. It looks amazing.” I looked around the property of his house, a house that once belonged to his grandparents, and a place that held so many memories.

“Yeah. Papa left it to me when he passed. I’ve been slowly working on getting it in better shape.”

The house was the same crisp white that I remembered, but instead of chipping paint, the years of wear had been sanded off and repainted. The flowerbeds that were completely overgrown the last time I was here were now cleared out and lined with rows and rows of flowers.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” I looked up at him, and he was watching me. “For Papa. I loved him so much. You know?”

“He knew.” He pulled me closer to him. “And he loved you too.”

I nodded my head as I swallowed down my emotions.

“You should have heard him when you left.” Parker chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard him yell at me like that.”

“Ouch.” I grinned.

“Yeah. He told me that I was the biggest idiot he had ever met.”

We were walking the edge of the small river that ran along the property line, and as I watched the water ripple over the rocks, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Papa was a pretty smart man.”

Before I even realized what was happening, Parker swooped me up in his arms and held me over the water.

“Parker!”

“Are you saying that you agree with him?” He was grinning, a huge fucking grin, and I loved it.

I gripped my arms tightly around his neck. “I’m not saying that I don’t.”

I squealed as he pretended to drop me in the water and I held on tighter.

“Do not drop me in this water, Parker James. It’s probably freezing.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is, but you are going to have to do better than that.”

“What do you want?” I begged while laughing uncontrollably.

“First, you can tell me how wonderful I am.” He thought about it for a moment. “Then we’ll go from there.”

“Not happening.”

He swooped down, the tips of my hair running through the water and splashing against my back.

“Oh my God! That’s freezing!”

He smiled down at me. “I’m waiting.”

“Fine.” I huffed. “Parker, you are wonderful.”

He shook his head. “Details, woman. Details.”

I couldn’t stop my laughter. “Well, you’re really good at tattooing.” I tapped my chin. “You’re also really nice to look at.”

He rolled his eyes.

“What about my bedroom skills?” His dimple popped out, and I wanted to trace it with my tongue.

“Well… I’ve only had a test drive really. You know how easily things can go wrong with the motor as soon as you get it home.”

He growled and dropped me down into the water. I squealed as the water engulfed me, the cold water a shock to my skin. He laughed as he tried to move away from me, but I grabbed his leg causing him to trip and fall into the water beside me.

The splash of water hit me in the face, and I wiped my eyes to get rid of the river water and the tears.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He splashed more water at me as he moved his body over mine.

“You did it first! There was no way I was going in here alone.”

He searched my face as I tried to control my laughter. I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt this happy.

He brushed my hair out of my face before gripping my chin in his hand.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

He leaned up brushing his lips against mine, and I no longer cared about the ice-cold water that surrounded me. As soon as his lips touched mine, I got lost in him.

He stood up, his white t-shirt completely see-through and showing off the ink that covered his abs. I watched him as he moved, his jeans stuck to his legs, his hair in disarray.

He leaned down and gripped me in his arms like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and stared at him. He was devastatingly handsome. His green eyes bright, his jaw sharp. I traced my finger over his full lips before he bit down on my fingertip. I groaned as his mouth closed around my finger, and he started moving us back toward the house.

I pressed my lips against his neck and licked the river water from his skin. His arms tightened around me, and I bit down on him. I could feel him at my center every time he walked, and when he finally slammed my back against the house, I was a writhing mess.

Using his hips to pin me against the siding, he ripped my shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. As the straps fell down my arms, I knew I should have been thinking about his neighbors catching us, but they were far enough away and frankly, I didn’t give a damn.

“Remind me to thank, Staci.” He mumbled against my skin as he traced the curve of my breast with his tongue.

“For what?” I looked down at him, watching him feast on my skin, and there was not a more beautiful sight in the world.

“These.” He flicked his tongue against my nipple ring as his hand gently squeezed the other.

I threw my head back against the house, the sensation almost too much to bear.

He dropped me to my feet, before he fell to his knees, and ripped my yoga pants from my legs.

He didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath before he placed my leg over his shoulder and his mouth against my pussy. I barely managed to hold my own weight as my leg began to shake under his assault, and he could tell too. He ran his hand slowly down my trembling leg, and when he reached my knee he pulled it over his shoulder as well.

My shoulders pressed into the house, my weight was supported by his shoulders, and sanity was slowly slipping away with each flick of his tongue.

I gripped my fingers in his wet hair, and I screamed out his name when he sucked my clit into his mouth. I was falling hard.

My legs clenched around his head as my orgasm rushed through my body. My head slammed against the house, and my nails dug into my thighs.

I was on fire.

He continued to press soft kisses against me, and he slowly made his way up my body as he put each of my feet back to the ground.

His tongue ran against my neck and an aftershock of pleasure ran through my body.

“I need you in my bed,” he whispered in my ear before gently sucking my earlobe into his mouth.

I nodded my head because I didn’t trust my voice, and he lifted me up again, pushing the door open and walking into the house.

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