He pulled back the blanket and gestured for me to get in.
The open window allowed a breeze of cool air, but some of the earlier heat lingered.
“On your back, Lachlan.”
I arched an eyebrow.
He faltered. “Oh, am I not fucking you? Is that too presumptuous?”
I sputtered. “I, well…” I squinted as I tried to think. “It’s been about eighteen years since I’ve done this.”
“Oh. Oh.” He frowned. “Okay, so are you going to fuck me? Because I’m totally down with that. Or we can just fool around because, like, I can’t imagine not having sex for eighteen years.”
“You were nine.”
He blinked. “I’m not going to ask how you calculated that. But yeah, I was prepubescent the last time—”
“I had sex a couple of weeks ago, Cooper.” I tried to keep the edge from my voice.
“But not with a guy. Oh, did what’s her name peg you? Because that would be super—"
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I think that’s enough. You’ve had your fun at my expense.”
His expression sobered. “I would never make fun of you, Lachlan.” He twisted his lips. “Okay, I take that back. I would never make fun about your lack of gay sex experience over the last eighteen years. Better? Because I’ll totally razz you about—” He yelped. “Hey!”
I grinned and tightened my grip on his cock. I might’ve snagged it when he’d been twisting himself into a metaphorical pretzel. “Fuck me already, Cooper. Please.”
His eyes softened, shining blue in the lamplight. “Yeah. That.”
Chapter Six
Cooper
Lachlan naked was a sight to behold. Him naked as I prepped him was even lovelier. How he pulled his lower lip through his teeth as my finger breached him. The look of bliss as I passed my fingers over his prostate. How his breath hitched when I withdrew my fingers.
His gaze followed my fingers as I rolled on the condom and slathered lube on my cock. I’d done my best with my fingers to prep him, but he was tight. This wasn’t going to be easy for him.
Which is fine because we have all the time in the world.
Yeah.
That.
I leaned over him to give him a huge kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We’d done this before, but today felt different. Like I was stealing part of him. Us sneaking away during the reception had been all kinds of fun. Nearly missing the part where we toasted our sisters? Not so much. But we’d made it back in time. If Stephanie had given me an odd look, what was wrong with that? Kept her on her toes.
And I’d made her cry. Which might’ve been mean of me.
Lachlan feathered my hair in a way I was coming to love. “What are you thinking? Because I’d say I’m pretty ready for you to fuck me.”
I drew in a breath. “How lucky I am to have Stephanie as a sister.”
“You’re thinking about your sister while you’re in bed with me? Because as much as I love Taryn, I can say she’s not on my mind. Well, at least she wasn’t…”
I laughed. “I was thinking about how we nearly got each other off and nearly missed the toasts and nearly did each other right on the dance floor.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
“Uh…I’m pretty sure they were observing the Mad Hatter and Alice getting down with it, but I could be wrong. We might get some funny looks at the brunch tomorrow morning.”
