Page 24 of Wrecked

He runs his long fingers through his short gray hair. “I know this sounds like a cliché, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Try harder.”

He shakes his head. “The problem is, I don’t want to try harder.”

When Cooper steps forward, I step back. He takes another step, and suddenly my back is against the metal partition of our stall. My heart is pounding. He’s a natural predator, and I feel like prey.

Cooper cups my face with his hands. “One kiss wasn’t enough.” And then he leans in and covers my mouth with his.

This kiss isn’t frenzied like our first one was. This one is slow, more intimate, a simple touching of lips, clinging, a controlled brush of flesh against flesh.

Cooper slips a hand behind me and cups the back of my head, and it’s one of the sexiest things a man has ever done to me.

When a desperate, needy moan slips out of me, my face heats up.

“Invite me back to your place,” he says.

It’s not a question. It’s a demand. One I can either obey or ignore.

There’s no doubt in my mind I want to obey.Hell, yes. More than I’ve ever wanted anything. But something tells me this would be a mistake, just like the last time.

“Sam?” His voice is firmer now, lower and rougher, as if that’s even possible.

I swallow hard. I feel trapped, like I’m sinking in quicksand. My body is screaming at me to sayyes. To give in to him, do anything he asks. My heart is, too. My dick wants to know why I’m holding up the show. It’s myhead—the one up top—that knows better.

Hell, Cooper’s not even out. I don’t want to be with a guy who’s not out. I don’t want to hide in the shadows. I want to shout it from the rooftops.

His hand slides down a bit to grip the back of my neck. That firm pressure sends my blood rushing south. I’m already so fucking hard for him. My balls feel warm and tight.

He leans in to murmur in my ear in that dark sinful voice of his. “I’ve tried to stay away. Honestly, I have. But thinking about you keeps me up at night, and I’m tired of jerking off to thoughts of you. I want to fuck you, Sam. The question is, do you want that, too?”

I swallow hard. God help me, because the wordyesis on the tip of my tongue, and right now I’ve forgotten why this is a bad idea.

“Sam?” He brushes his lips against my cheek, then trails them down the side of my neck, sending shivers through me. “Are you okay with that? Will you let me have you?”

My head nods yes on its own accord, not bothering to ask for permission.

“You’ve bottomed before?” he asks.

I groan. “Oh, fuck yes.” My stupid knees go weak at the idea of him inside me.God help me, yes. I want this. I want him! And I’m stupid enough to say yes.

Cooper nods. “All right then. Let’s go. I’ll follow you back to your place.”

Chapter 8 – Cooper

Sam and I leave the shooting range together and walk to our respective vehicles. When I arrived, I parked next to a red pickup truck I assumed was his since it was the only vehicle in the lot I didn’t recognize.

As we head to our vehicles, he doesn’t say much, and if I’m reading him right, I’d say he’s nervous.

I walk him to his driver’s door. He turns, leans against it, and faces me. I lean into him, my body against his. I can feel his erection pressing against the front of his jeans. Clearly, he’s aroused.

I press my own erection against his. “Just making sure,” I say. Just because he’s gay doesn’t mean he’s experienced. Or that he’s had anal. Or that he even wants it. “Let me be real clear.” I want to make sure we’re on the same page—that we both want the same thing. I reach around and grasp one of his ass cheeks. “I want this ass.”

Swallowing hard, he nods.

“I want to fuck you.”

His nostrils flare as his chest rises with his breath. Again, he nods.