Love Match, page 13
until the emotions passed and her breathing got back to normal.
Emily was surprised that she had allowed herself to let go like she had. She
felt almost wanton in the way she had nearly demanded satisfaction. It was the
first time she had cried out like that at the end. So caught up in Parker's
mouth and her fingers, Emily had let out a scream not caring what anyone
thought that might have heard.
Sex had never been about passion with her. For Emily it was an obligation of
her relationships, just the price you had to pay for companionship. The act
itself had never been mind blowing, but that's what Parker had made it for her
and now she felt so special.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to try and take it the
wrong way?" Parker looked down at the blonde head after hearing the
strange question.
The blue eyes looked almost aqua to Emily as they looked squarely into hers
when she lifted her head off of Parker's chest. Parker looked apprehensive when
she answered, "Sure, I'll try."
"I have never been fucked like that before." After Emily had said it,
it sounded harsh even to her, and the split second she had finished saying it,
Parker rolled her off, got off the bed and reached for her pants. "What're
you doing?"
"Forgive me, Emily, I thought this was more than just getting fucked. If
that's all you wanted, you should've said something back in July." The
shirt almost ripped at the way Parker savagely tucked it back into her pants.
Two trembling arms came around her neck when she sat to put her shoes on and it
took all of Parker's will power not to shrug them off. This is why you
shouldn't feel anything, Park, it hurts too damn much.
"I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." Emily's voice was almost to
the point of pleading and she had no intention of letting go even if Parker
dragged her outside naked.
"I don't know, sometimes the truth's what comes out the easiest in these
circumstances."
"It's the truth, but I should've phrased it better. Please, honey, just
stop and listen to me." Emily tightened her hold trying to stop Parker
from getting dressed further. "No one's ever made me feel like you just
did."
"Like what, a groupie?" Emily wanted to cry at the bowed head and
dejected sound in Parker's voice.
"No, like a woman that's desirable enough to take like you did. I've never
needed anyone to touch me like I need you, and I've certainly never craved
someone like I do you. I'm in love with you, Parker, but I'm glad that I won't
want to find excuses for you not to love me here." Emily moved so she was
straddling Parker's leg again and reached for one of Parker's hands. The hand
where the fingers were still moist from where they had been buried and put it
back between her legs. "I'm sure for the most part we'll make love and make
each other feel good, but the way I feel right now, it was more than that.
That's never happened to me, baby."
"Never?" Parker's head came up a little and looked at Emily's face.
"Not until you. Forgive me?" Emily hoped the argument was over
because the hand buried between her legs was doing interesting things to the
libido she didn't realize she possessed. "Say yes. I really want you
to." From her position she began to undress Parker, the whole way this
time.
"I guess I could when you put it that way." Parker didn't move her
hand as the buttons on her clothes came loose.
"The world will be happy to know you have melted the ice queen. Of course,
the bad thing will be that the tennis world will be deprived of one of its
brightest stars." Emily moved Parker's hand only to get her shirt and bra
off, then put it back. Her hips started to move as soon as Parker started to
stroke her and she could fee the wetness starting to pool again.
"Why's that?" asked Parker moving Emily to lie down again.
She wanted
to take her time this go round and show the pilot just how good this act could
be. Parker figured she would be in big trouble if the small blonde ever figure
out how much she craved her in return.
"You have a new job now, Kong, and that's love slave." The fact that
Parker was laughing so hard made it easy to flip her around so it was Parker
with her back on the new mattress giving Emily easy access to the wetness she
had been craving since Parker had taken her pants off.
"Christ," was all Parker said when Emily had reached her destination
at the end of the bed. When Parker felt the orgasm Emily had been building up
in her coming on, she sat upright for a second and pulled the blonde to the
head of the bed with her. Taking a second to get them both ready, Parker put
Emily's hand between her legs and returned the favor by stroking Emily in
return.
Parker swallowed the blonde's screams this time with a kiss as they both
plunged to the end together. When it was over Emily stayed where she was and
drifted off to sleep after telling Parker she loved her. Her last conscious
thought was that she was going to give all her pajamas to charity in the
morning now that Parker was in her life.
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"Your legs looked a little weak in that last game. Is something bothering
you?" Gary was down in the locker room as Parker was packing her gear back
up. Her latest win put them in the semi-final match, but it had lasted longer
than any of her previous matches in the tournament.
"Nothing's wrong, Gary, quit worrying. Maybe I just wanted to give the
crowd their money's worth this time."
"Sure you did. Could it be some good looking blonde that's keeping you up
nights?" He tried to sound upset, but the fact that Parker looked so happy
was giving him a hard time pulling it off.
"Does this mean she's not allowed to come over and play anymore?"
asked Emily from behind them.
"Hey there, Captain, did you enjoy the match?" asked Parker.
Emily came over and stood by the bag Parker was shoving stuff into and kissed
her. Bobbie had gripped her hand so tight at times during some of the games
that Emily was sure it was going to leave a bruise. At one point when Marsha
had broken Parker's serve twice, Emily was afraid Parker's dream of an Open
title was in jeopardy the woman looked so tired.
"You, cute stuff, know how to show a girl an exciting time.
Bobbie may
need counseling later, but I loved it. Is there anything I can get you?"
Emily ran her fingers through Parker's wet hair trying to get her pro to relax.
"A nap would be nice."
"Done. Come on, unless you have something else to talk to her about,
Gary?" Parker's coach shook his head and kissed them both on the cheek
before leaving. Parker slipped on some sandals and a pair of light sweat pants
and was ready to go. Her new greatest fan, Bobbie had offered them a ride back
to Emily's apartment making her happy that she wouldn't feel the need to make
small talk.
When they stepped outside there were a number of fans waiting for Parker hoping
to get her autograph before she left the complex for the day.
Emily stepped to
the side to let the kids that were trying to get Parker's attention get closer.
None of them noticed the black ski mask being pulled down toward the back of
the small crowd. Emily was concentrating on the rapt little faces looking up at
their tennis god until the glimmer in the sunlight made her shift her focus to
the right.
Emily's scream made Parker turn her body around to see what the problem was. They
all watched in horror as the knife sliced in to the hilt. It happened so fast
that Parker was stunned into stillness. The crying that Emily was doing is what
made her look down. The sight made her think she was in shock since no pain
accompanied the attack.
"Oh you're going to die for this," threatened Parker when she figured
what had stopped the knife from going in.
The player's outrage is what made the attacker look down with her. The knife
meant for Parker was now buried in the large black bag slung over her shoulder.
One racket less, and at least part of the blade would have cut into her side.
Before the idiot that had tried to stab her could pull the knife out, Parker
dropped the bag and took a swing. There was no need for another one because security
had arrived and taken over for her.
"Are you hurt?" Emily's question was almost not understandable
through her tears. She had had been with Parker for less than three weeks and
she had been attacked twice. She ran her hands over the long body praying she
wouldn't find any blood.
"Em, calm down, I'm not hurt. I can't say the same for that asshole if
security gives me a few minutes alone." Parker pointed to the masked
assailant who was struggling not to be cuffed.
Once they had them under control, on of the police officers pulled the mask off
to see if Parker could identify her attacker, getting a surprise when both she
and Emily could. The face was recognizable even with the split lip Parker had
provided with the one punch she had gotten in.
"Gail?" Both Parker and Emily asked together.
Continued in Chapter 7 (Conclusion)
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Chapter 7
"Ma'am, please you can't attack a person in handcuffs." One of the
security personnel was looking at Parker to see if she was willing to help him
pry Emily off the woman the police were trying to take into custody. The second
the ski mask had come off everyone had been taken by surprise when Emily had
gone after Gail with the intent to cause her major pain, and had actually
gotten in a few blows before the security personnel got a hold of her.
"Why the hell not? She just tried to kill Parker. I would think that gives
me the right to punch her." She kept her fist balled up in case the
security officer agreed with her.
"Come on, slugger, before they drag you off to the pokey too," said
Parker. It was Gail that tired to advance on them when Parker came closer and
hugged Emily to her body. The tall guy that had been holding her just knocked
Gail to the ground and sat on her until the police that had just arrived could
take her into custody.
"Do you know this woman, Ms. King?" The man asking flashed his badge
as two other officers took Gail toward a waiting patrol car.
Parker explained how she knew Gail and why she thought the woman had attacked
her. The one thing she didn't know was if it had been Gail that had attacked
her that night outside the restaurant. When Gary, Parker's sisters and Bobbie
came looking for them, the police had already taken Gail away.
"Are you sure you aren't hurt?" Emily wanted to cry again now that
the reason for her anger was sitting in the back of a police cruiser. She had
wanted to die when she had watched the blade plunge into Parker's side with all
the force Gail could muster.
"I'm fine, baby, I swear. She didn't touch me, but I wish security hadn't
gotten here so fast." The small hands didn't stop until Emily was
satisfied that the knife had only ripped into the bag and not Parker.
"Why?"
"Because," started Parker as she bent and unzipped her bad pulling
out two of the rackets. "The bitch sliced through all my gut and the guy I
like to string my rackets is back in Florida." The two rackets Parker held
up both had a matching hole off the center.
"I'm sure we can find someone who can do them to you liking in the city,
honey." Emily wanted to laugh at the face Parker was giving her, but
figured Parker wouldn't appreciate it. The feeling of overwhelming humor came
again considering what could have happened to Parker when Gary noticed what his
star was holding and tears sprung to his eyes.
"All of them?" The coach's partner asked. Parker nodded her head to
Nick's question getting him to start dialing a number into his cell phone.
Beside him Gary's only comment was, "And Günter's back in Tampa."
Emily figured they would eventually clue her into what the big deal was as the
group examined every racquet in the bag.
The ride back to Emily's apartment was traveled in silence once they were done
talking to the police detective assigned to the case. Bobbie looked in the
rearview mirror a couple of times when the traffic slowed to see Emily holding
a sleeping Parker. When their eyes met, Emily held up crossed fingers and
smiled. Having an ex-lover try to murder the current one was a new experience
for her. I didn't know I was worth fighting over to this extreme.
After a shower Parker went in to take a nap alone since Bobbie and Emily were
going to walk up the street to pick up some food at the restaurant down the
street. Emily had invited the King sisters and Natasha over for dinner after
they swore eating on the floor wouldn't be a problem for them. They were a half
a block away on their way back when the two women noticed a car drive up and
two men get out.
Both of the athletic looking guys retrieved large black bags out of the trunk
of their car then consulted a slip of paper as if looking for an address.
Before they had a chance to start walking the street looking for it, Emily and
Bobbie arrived.
"Can I help you?" Emily shifted the bag of food in her arms and kept
a good distance from the two strangers.
"Please, if you could tell me where this address is?" The tall blonde
man had a heavy German accent and held the paper in his hand for Emily to take.
"That's an easy one, since it's mine. Is there something you want?"
Emily handed him his paper back and waited for an answer.
"We have a delivery for Parker King, and Gary said this is where we could
find her." Emily recognized the shape of the bags as similar to the one
Parker carried her gear in and smiled figuring Parker would like whatever might
be in them.
"Racquets, I'm guessing?"
"Yes, ma'am. A few of the ones that were cut today and some extras our
boss thought she would like to try. The company flew Gunter in on a special
flight to take care of everything, so hopefully he'll be finished with the rest
of them by tonight." The front door of the building opened and Parker came
out wearing the sweat pants and t-shirt she had left on the bed that morning.
Looking better rested and wearing shoes she stepped beside Emily and gave her a
kiss.
"Who's their boss?" Emily pointed to the two men dressed similar to
Parker.
"One of the vice presidents for the company that makes Head rackets,"
answered Parker before moving to shake hands with the two delivery guys. With
their greetings out of the way, one of the blondes started opening cans of
balls and dropping them into a practice basket he had pulled out of the trunk.
Emily was about to ask what he was doing when Parker unzipped one of the bags
on the sidewalk and pulled out a slew of racquets.
For the next hour Emily and the guests she had invited sat on the steps of her
building watching Parker play tennis in the street.
Methodically Parker took
each racquet out of the bags and tried them until there were six standing
against Emily's legs.
Parker picked up one of the new ones her sponsor had sent over and popped open
a last can of balls. With a smile on her face she called out to Bobbie,
"Want to play with me?"
"Ooh, Bobbie, I'd be careful, I'm familiar with that look she gets. You
may be in trouble." Natasha laughed when Emily's friend gulped beside her.
"Try to remember I don't do this for a living. Ok?"
"I'll do my best." Parker winked at Emily before tossing up the first
ball. Some of the little boys that had been watching ran after the ball when
Bobbie swung at it and missed. Emily's new neighbors along the block had gotten
a kick watching a more personal Open played so they could watch out their
windows.
Gray snorted some beer out of her nose when an elderly woman had asked Emily if
she was planning on dating Becky Hammon from the New York Liberty next to let
her know so she could make it down to the playground to watch. The volleyball
player was trying to decide if the old lady's question or Emily's blush was
funnier.
"Thanks guys, tell Wilson I appreciate the prompt service."
Parker
shook hands with the two tennis players that had delivered her racquets.
