Cooper fumbled with his pants while his body lay splayed out against the sheets. He kicked off his jeans and palmed his cock, spreading his legs with a sigh.
Adam tore open his belt and shoved his pants down to his ankles, crawling onto the bed between Cooper’s legs.
“Tell me,” Cooper whispered.
“I love you,” he promised, dragging his tongue up the length of his palm. He used enough spit that it pooled and ran down his palm in thick rivulets.
Cooper’s lashes fluttered and he spread his legs wider. “Now, show me.”
Chapter18
Cooper
Wyatt taped up the last box and straightened, pushing his hair away from his sweaty face. He’d been helping them pack Adam’s things for most of the day and it seemed they’d finally managed the last of it.
“Are you sure this is temporary?” Wyatt asked, looking at the disaster they’d made in the kitchen.
“Four weeks,” Adam said.
Even though it wasn’t going to be only four weeks. Cooper couldn’t imagine a world where Adam would move back into his place after they spent a month together, but there were definitely logistics of the cohabitation they hadn’t talked about. Like what was Adam going to do with all of his flatware, and how was Grant going to manage with his best friend being across town instead of right next door. Though Cooper supposed having Wyatt next door posed a whole other set of problems that would keep Grant occupied for a while. Cooper worried he should put the tension between Wyatt and Grant on Adam’s radar, but they were both adults, and even in the past, they’d bothbeenadults. Cooper wasn’t about to go tattling on them. And besides, he only had suspicions. They’d been nearly confirmed by Wyatt’s face the last time they talked alone, but suspicions just the same. Cooper figured whatever was going on between them would come to light eventually.
Or not.
Adam sat down at the dining room table and twisted the top off a bottle of water. He poured the entire thing down his throat in one needy swallow, using the back of his hand to swipe the moisture from his lips.
“I’m just on the other side of town,” Adam said to Wyatt. “If you need anything.”
“I’m almost thirty,” Wyatt answered.
“Don’t remind me.” Adam twisted the cap back onto the bottle and rolled it down the length of the dining room table until it fell off the other edge into a trash pile. “And Grant is right next door.”
“I’ll be fine.” Wyatt set the tape on the box he’d finished, then gathered up the trash and shoved it into the oversized black garbage bag Adam had left beside the pile. Wyatt cinched the bag and threw it over his shoulder, stalking into the back yard where Adam kept the trash cans.
“He’ll be fine,” Cooper promised, petting Adam on the head. “And so will you.”
“I’m not worried about me.”
“It’s cute, you know,” he said, pushing Adam’s hair back from his face and smiling down.
“What is?”
“When you act like a dad.”
“I’m always a dad,” Adam grumbled.
“I know. But sometimes it shows more.” Cooper supposed it was what made Adam such an attentive dominant partner. There was something to be said for the innate experience of being a father and the necessity to be a reliable and observant caretaker that probably transferred well to being a Dom. Cooper wore the proof of it and he surely wasn’t complaining. Though it had been a while since he’d taken control of things, and he was getting a little thirsty for a flip in the dynamic.
Wyatt still hadn’t returned from taking out the trash, and Cooper had a sneaking suspicion that if he were to go outside, he’d find Wyatt at the fence with Grant, so he decided to take advantage of the alone time. He gave Adam’s hair a gentle tug, drawing a short growl out of Adam’s throat.
“Come into the bedroom with me,” Cooper said, taking a step toward the hallway.
“Wyatt is here.”
“Wyatt is outside.”
“He’ll be right back in.” Adam glanced over his shoulder toward the deck, but Cooper tugged his hair and forced his attention.
“He’s an adult,” Cooper reminded. “And I said come into the bedroom with me.”
