The Risks

March: Chapter 44

A/N: It was exactly 8pm tonight when I realized it was Sunday and I hadn't updated yet. Yikes. But here it is! It's a tad longer than usual. Starts off a little NSFW. *winks and finger guns*

I was already half awake when I felt Parker's fingers brush my cheek, move across my nose, and follow the curve of my lips. I opened my eyes to see him smiling fondly at me, his eyes warm and soft.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Good morning."

He pulled me onto his chest, his hands on my hips as his mouth found mine. I smiled against his lips. I loved when he woke up like this –playful and impish and wanting.

His lips moved across my jaw and to my ear where he whispered, "It's my birthday."

I pulled back and looked down at him in confusion. "No, it's not."

"Uh-huh."

"Parker, your birthday is January third. It's March."

He huffed softly, one hand sliding up my spine and next to my face to push my hair over my shoulder. "Remember my birthday present?"

"The guitar?" I asked, glancing across the room at it. I'd found it in one of the surrounding houses while outside on a quick run with him. I'd had to leave it there and then go back another time to get it without him knowing. But it had been worth it to see his smile when I surprised him with it.

He shook his head once. "Not that one. The one you gave me that morning."

What was he talking about? The guitar had been the only present I'd got for him. I hadn't given him anything in the morning, other than-

Oh.

Oh.

The morning of his birthday had been the first time I'd...

I was sure he could see the realization on my face, but I bit back a smile, suddenly deciding to play coy. If that was what he wanted, why couldn't he just ask?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him, feigning innocence.

"I think you do," he said suspiciously.

"You're going to have to remind me."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly. "You really want me to say it?"

Honestly, I didn't think he would. He was always whispering words of endearment, sweet nothings, like candy in my ear. Even on the occasions where he was rough, the words from his lips were always praise, never dirty talk. Not like I wanted him to call me a whore or anything, but I was eager to hear what exactly he wanted me to do to him.

My heart was suddenly pounding in my chest, my throat dry, a warmth spreading deep in my belly as I mentally carded through the events from the morning of his birthday.

"Say what?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Fine."

He propped himself up on his forearms, and I readjusted, scooting further down his body and crossing my arms over his stomach as I rested my chin on my on my wrists, looking up at him from beneath my lashes. I thought he was about to give in and drop it, but when his eyes met mine, I saw the challenge in them.