Bare Hearts by Devon Youngblood

Does this mean no sex either?”
    “I’m sure we can work something out. But I need to eat something before I do anything else,” I tell him as my stomach rumbles.
    In the kitchen, we manage to scrounge up some ingredients to make a light dinner of sandwiches and potato salad. I make a mental note to pick up some groceries tomorrow, so the guy can at least get a home cooked meal for protecting and taking care of me.
    “Besides the obvious nonsense that happened earlier, how was work?” Parker asks, changing the subject.
    “Fine, I usually spend Mondays prepping for the rest of the week and ordering inventory, nothing as exciting as your day.” I grin.
    “What did I tell you about your smart mouth?”
    I walk around, standing behind him and putting my arm around his hard chest “Oh, so someone thinks they can still be bossy while being injured. Did you think I would go easy on you?” I whisper into his ear, lightly brushing my lips against it as he finishes his meal.
    Parker clears his throat. “How did you know if my ribs were broken or bruised? Did you go to nursing school or something?”
    “No, my mom was a nurse and I was always infatuated with that. I mean, I never wanted to be one myself, but I always admired my mom for taking care of other people.” Thinking of my mom still pains me to know she is no longer in my living world. I wonder what she would think of Parker, had we met under different circumstances. Then I wonder if we would have met at all, had I not met him the way I did. I know there is a reason we share the bond that we do. Breaking my train of thought, I see Parker’s blue eyes piercing through my body, setting it on fire.
    “You were saying?” I ask.
    “I recall you saying we could work something out when I asked about sex earlier.”
    “Oh, right,” I say, acting dumb. I quickly put the dishes in the dishwasher. Grabbing his hand, I lead the way up the stairs to his bedroom.
    “I do believe we can work around this little injury. But you will have to behave yourself,” I say as we enter the room.
    “Fine, I will let you take the lead this time.”
    Parker slowly takes his clothes off, before getting into bed. Once he’s in, I take my panties off and immediately sit on top of him as to not injure him anymore than he is. Bending down, I start on his luscious lips; I lightly suck on them and then nibble his ear. He unhooks my bra and I can feel his erection against me already. He rubs my breasts, rolling his thumb over my nipples and causing them to come to attention, and then rubbing them over and over, sending my body into overdrive. I can feel my juices flowing so I grab a condom and slide it on him then lower myself onto his shaft. I tilt my head as I rock back and forth while his hands continue to pay homage to my breasts.
    “I can’t wait ‘till I heal completely, because I’m going to fuck you hard,” he says with a ragged breath.
    That comment alone causes me to convulse with pleasure. The sheer ecstasy takes over my body as he explodes shortly after I do. Rolling off, I try to catch my breath.
    “I need to get a drink of water. I’ll be right back,” he says, kissing my cheek.
    “I’ll get it.”
    “No, I’ll get it, you just lay here and rest,” he insists.
    I rest for a second before heading into the bathroom to take a hot shower. Emerging from the bathroom, I put on my short silk robe and realize Parker hasn’t made it back up to the bedroom yet. Concerned, I head downstairs to look for him. Once I find him my heart dips into my stomach. My father has made his way into the house, with a gun pointed at Parker’s head. I panic at the thought of losing him.
    “Oh, look who decided to join our little party. I knew she was here,” Tony says looking at his partner in crime and waving the gun around.
    Tears fill my eyes, but I refuse to let him see me cry. A lump forms in my throat as I try to swallow it down. Tony is in his usual suit attire, wearing glasses, and