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“That looked like fun,” he said, falling against the pillows. “Want to do it again?”
“Get ready to have your world rocked,” she said, sinking down on his cock as she straddled his hips. “You know what I want.”
He did. Jane liked it fast, hard, and dirty. He did, too, although he could appreciate taking his time and spending all night making love to her. But tonight she clearly wanted the former and not the latter. He was just the man to give it to her.
She was tight, her channel clamped down as she began to move, slowly at first and then faster as they built up a rhythm. Hot, liquid pleasure ran through his veins with every stroke or brush of her hands on his chest, his arms, his abdomen.
She swayed above him, and he enjoyed every second of the show as she rode him hard, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Ride me. Ride me hard. Christ, you’re tight.”
She liked a bit of nasty talk with her sex, and her lips curled into a smile at his statement.
“I seem to be doing all the work here, stud,” she taunted, her voice breathless. “You’re lying around on the job. Are you going to make me scream or what?”
She wanted to play games? They could do that.
Cooper didn’t bother replying, instead gripping her hips tightly before flipping them over so she was flat on her back and he was hovering above her, his cock still balls deep. He could see the surprise in her expression but as soon as he began to move again, her lids fluttered closed and her moans of ecstasy filled his small bedroom, echoing off the walls.
Thank god Zack wasn’t still staying here. He loved his brother, but he’d put a bit of a crimp in Cooper’s sex life.
Hooking his arms under her legs, he lifted them so he could get as deep as possible and a good angle to find that spot inside of her that would send them both into the stars. He fucked her hard and fast, whispering filthy suggestions in her ear about what he wanted to do with his tongue, fingers, and cock. Arousal coiled in his belly until it was physically painful. He couldn’t hold back much longer.
“Can you come for me, baby? Come hard for me.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, reaching between them to run his fingers over her clit. It was exactly what she needed to send her over, him tumbling right after. The room spun, and the earth titled on its axis for a moment while hot lava seemed to flow over his already overheated flesh.
When it was over, they collapsed on the bed, her tucked into the crook of his arm. They didn’t speak as their breathing returned to normal, just enjoying the afterglow of some hot sex. It had been over a week for both of them, and they’d been needing this release.
Well, at least he had, and she’d seemed just as eager to get back into the…swing of things.
“I can order a pizza,” he offered. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
She could stay in the bedroom when the delivery guy came to the door, like usual. No one questioned Cooper ordering a large as they assumed he also ate it the next day, too.
Sitting up, he reached for his phone on the bedside table. He wasn’t a huge fan of cell phones, honestly. They seemed to go off at the most inconvenient moments with messages that could have waited. He preferred face-to-face contact, but maybe that just made him an old fart at thirty-four. Soon he’d be yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off his lawn. If he had one.
Normally, he kept it on silent, so he wasn’t surprised to see that during their romantic interlude he’d received a text message. He was, however, shocked to see who it was from. The text had been sent about fifteen minutes ago.
I’m here in your town. We need to talk. Can we meet? I’m at Tate’s.
Jane sat up as well, looking over his shoulder.
“Are you okay? You’ve been staring at your phone for a couple of minutes, not moving or talking.”
He had? He’d been lost in thought. This was a surprise, and an unwelcome one. What on earth could they even want? What were they doing here? They hadn’t spoken in almost two years.
“It’s a text message from Fiona. Apparently, she’s traveled all the way here to Winslow Heights from London. She wants to talk to me. She’s at Tate’s.”
“Who’s Fiona? Why does she want to talk to you?”
“Fiona is my ex-wife. And I have no clue what she wants.”
His ex had traveled four thousand miles, and it wasn’t for a casual chat to catch up. The last time they’d been in the same room with each other, she’d said that she never wanted to see him again for as long as she lived. If she was here…
People were putting on parkas in hell.
