Page 109 of Wrecked

That night, Cooper makes love to me with a mixture of tenderness and urgency that steals my breath.

“I love you,” he murmurs into my ear as he slowly thrusts in and out of me. “And I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to be your husband.”

I shiver every time he sayshusband. He kisses the back of my neck and behind my ear.

We’re lying on our sides, and he’s behind me. One of my thighs is draped over one of his. He’s got his hand wrapped around my erection, and he strokes me in time with his thrusts. It’s a two-prong attack of sensation. His other hand has a firm hold on my hair.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he says, his voice a quiet growl in the dark.

I’m so close. “Cooper!” I gasp.

“Not yet.” He releases my erection and slips his hand down to cup my balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in his warm, slick palm. “You can take more.”

Desperate to come, I arch my back and cry out. “Please!”

He keeps thrusting, slow and steady, angling himself just right so the head of his cock brushes over my prostate with each pass. It’s torture, the sweetest, most mind-blowing torture ever.

I reach back and grasp his butt cheek, squeezing. I try to urge him to move faster, to give me the release I need.

Finally, he takes pity on me. His hand returns to my dick, and he finishes jerking me off until I get what I need. Fire shoots down my spine, and suddenly, I’m ejaculating ribbons of cream.

A moment later, he pushes deep inside me and comes. Both of us are breathing hard, trying to catch our breath.

After we clean up, we snuggle in bed. Cooper’s lying on his back, and I’m lying half on him, half off, my chin resting on his chest.

“All right,” he says, tapping the side of his neck. “Get to it.”

He’s talking about the hickey, which I am totally going to give him. After I stop laughing. “I told you you’d get hit on.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Are you sure you didn’t put that kid up to it?”

“No, of course not! I would never do something like that. Cooper, I don’t think you realize how attractive you are.”

It’s too dark to tell, but I’m pretty sure he’s rolling his eyes at me.

I scoot closer and press my mouth to the side of his throat. I kiss him, lick his skin—which makes him shiver—and then I make my mark.

When I’m done, he says, “I hope you’re happy.”

“Very.” I kiss his new hickey and lay my head on his chest. His warm palm skims up and down my back, lulling me to sleep. I yawn. “Night, Cooper.”

“Goodnight, baby.”

Chapter 36 – Cooper

Today is my wedding day. I never in my life dreamed this day would come—that I’d be lucky enough to be loved by a man like Sam Harrison. I don’t deserve him, but I’m a greedy SOB, and I’m keeping him.

We’re all at Kenilworth—all our friends and family. Sam’s mother, Michelle, is here, along with his sister, Rachel. The McIntyres are all here—including Hannah and Killian, who came all the way from Colorado for the event.

At the moment, I’m in the library with Shane and Tyler. They’re supposedly helping me get dressed, which is ridiculous. If a man my age can’t dress himself, he’s in trouble. But, as Shane informs me, it’s tradition, so I have to suck it up. I’m actually already dressed—it’s not hard to put on a tux—so we’re sitting around the poker table imbibing a tiny bit of whiskey.

Sam is upstairs in our suite with Beth, Erin, and Ian. They’re helping him get dressed as well. Again, he’s a grown-ass man. If he can’t dress himself by now, we’re in even more trouble.

When there’s a knock on the door, Shane says, “Come in!”

The door opens, and Shane’s father, Calum, pokes his head in. “We’re about ready. The chairs are set up and Jonah’s ready to start playing. We’re just waiting for you, son.”

He means Shane, of course. Shane is officiating.