I cocked my head curiously. “He does?”
“Maybe notallthe time, but I get the impression you’ve become good friends.”
“We have. I mean…we are,” I stammered.
A door opened from the opposite end of the house and Cooper boomed a greeting. “Anyone here?”
Ivy and Chase scrambled to hug their dad, bags in hand as they spoke over each other to report the makeup shenanigans, and “Oh, man! You have to see Silas, Dad! It’s so funny!”
Cooper met my gaze, and damn, he was stunning in his plaid shirt, worn jeans, and work boots. His hair was a tad disheveled, as if he’d been raking his fingers through it all afternoon, and his eyes were weary with fatigue. But that smile. Fuck, he melted me.
“Pretty.” One word. Inaccurate too, but I was stuck in his web, unable to make my feet move.
Minutes ticked off like a time bomb, or maybe it was seconds. I had no idea. And I really needed to fucking move.
Sarah cleared her throat and reached for the doorknob. “We have to get going. See you at the game Saturday. Let’s go, kiddos!”
Ivy and Chase both hugged me before jogging to their mom’s van, a familiar argument about who was sitting shotgun drifting on the summer breeze. Sarah followed them, and yes, Ishould have bolted too. We looked conspicuous, standing in the doorway like an old married couple. But still…I couldn’t move.
“What did I miss?” Cooper asked, the deep timbre of each syllable humming through me. He stepped behind me and kissed my ear as the taillights faded from view.
“Nothing too exciting.”
He hummed, dipping his free hand under the elastic of my workout shorts and boxer briefs. “You sure about that? That shade of purple is new. I like it.”
“Ha. Ha.”
“No, I mean it.” He gripped my cock and stroked me. “I’ve never fucked a guy who wore makeup. Don’t know why. You look very?—”
“If you say pretty again, I’m gonna punch you,” I choked out, jerking my hips to encourage him to go faster.
Cooper bit my neck. “I was going to say hot.”
“Mmm. I can live with that. Just…more.”
He squeezed my tip and smeared precum along my length. “Thank you for today. I appreciate it. Let me show you how much.”
I gurgled an incoherent reply. Something like, “Uh-huh, yeah, youshhh…”
His hands were everywhere all at once now. One pumping my dick, the other tweaking my nipples, gliding over my abs, my ass, and my thighs while he kissed and nipped my throat and my shoulders.
Cooper finally released me and spit on his palm. “I love this view. Show me that hole, boy.”
I obeyed, too turned-on to question the sharp edge in Cooper’s tone.
Two fingers nudged, then thrust inside me. I tried to relax, bracing one hand on the wall as I stroked myself. Three fingersand a porny monologue praising my ass, my cock, and my sweet mouth later, I was trembling with need.
“Fuck me now.”
“Stay here. I’ll get a condom and?—”
“Just…do it. We’ve only been with each other. I was tested in April. If you’re okay with it, I am too.”
Cooper pulled away. “Still need lube. Upstairs, my room, on the bed on your knees. Go.”
I sprinted up the stairs, shimmied out of my workout shorts and boxer briefs, and yanked my tee off before shoving the duvet aside and climbing on my knees to the middle of the mattress. Cooper was slower to join me. I was sure it was some sort of torture disguised as foreplay, but he finally appeared, naked with a bottle of lube.
He motioned for me to scoot closer to the edge. The click of the cap, the feel of cool slick and probing fingers; then…he was inside me.
