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“You asking?” I say.
Cooper turns his gaze back to the wall.
“Bite me,” he says.
My blood heats, my breath comes faster. I don’t even bother kicking off my shorts, instead stepping into the wide shower and pulling the glass door closed behind me. By the time Cooper turns to look at me I’m crowding him up against the wall with my body flush against his back, my stiff cock grazing his ass through the now-soaked fabric of my shorts.
“What the—”
“Shut up,” I growl, one hand going around his throat. The other slides over his hips, squeezing hard to keep him from turning around. “You want me to bite you? That can be arranged.” I set my teeth to his shoulder, waiting for him to throw me off, cuss me out. Hell, maybe he’ll laugh me off. Ever since this thing between us all started, I can’t predict which Cooper I’m going to get.
He’s motionless under my hands for a long time. Just when I’m certain I’ve fucked it up, read him completely wrong, just when I’m about to apologize and get the hell out from under the scalding hot water, he arches back into me. I bite down to keep him from moving before I can think it through, too soft to break the skin but harder than usual. Cooper sucks in a breath, his hips rocking back against mine.
“Tell me to stop.” The words are barely audible over the water flowing around us and the beating of my heart, but my lips are at his ear and I know he hears me. Cooper shakes his head.
“Fuck off.”
“That’s not ‘stop,’” I say, grinding my hips into him, gripping his hands when he tries to shove me away. The shower is definitely not the best place for this, if it’s really going down the way I think it is.
“Fuck off, Hicks,” he growls. I manage to pin his hands to the wall over his head, trapping his wrists in one hand, reaching around with the other to grip his cock.
He’s every bit as hard as I am.
“If you want me to stop,” I say, licking into his ear as I pump him fast, the water keeping him slick. “You know what to say.”
Cooper growls again, the tension in his body coiling like a spring. He arches back hard, trying to buck me off but he never, not once, tells me to stop. When I can tell he’s close to coming I let go, his thick length slapping up against his stomach as I pull off him. The sound it makes drive me insane with want as I watch him shudder and swear at me.
“You fucking prick. I swear to God,” he mutters. I ignore the swearing, still holding his wrists as I wrest my aching cock free of my soaked underwear, dragging the head over the crack of his ass as I stroke myself.
“This what you want?” I ask.
“Fuck off.”
“You’re repeating yourself, Coop,” I say, biting his shoulder and humping hard against him. I could come like this, no question, but I want more. Using the grip I still have on his wrists, I manage to push us both out of the shower, shutting off the water and getting us both to dry land before we end up maiming each other on accident.
Whether we maim each other on purpose, well, that remains to be seen.
The clearer it becomes that he’s letting me get away with this, the hotter it gets me. He’s cursing every step of the way, but Cooper lets me manhandle him out of the bathroom until I can shove him facedown on the bed.
“Christ, your ass,” I murmur, distracted for the briefest moment by the sight of him bent over. Never one to waste an advantage, Cooper shoves his weight up, trying to escape. I wrestle him back down immediately, this time pinning both his wrists behind his back. He manages to get his hips back away from the edge of the bed, but I can work with it. I kick his feet wider, forcing him to his knees, his legs spread wide, his forehead buried in the sheet.
“You must want this bad,” I say, taunting him as hard as I can as I shove my wet shorts down my thighs, working them off and kicking them away before I drop to my knees behind him. I’m trying to figure out how to get him to my room—we tucked the lube and condoms away in Bailey’s suitcase in there—when Cooper shocks the hell out of me with a groan.
“Yes.”
24
Cooper
It’s humiliating, how much I want him like this, but even the shame I feel fans the flames in my blood. Drew’s gone still behind me but I can feel the length of him, rock-solid and dripping onto my skin. He buries his face into my shoulder, kissing the back of my neck, whispering my name and making me long for things best left unsaid.
Much as I want to provoke him further, to force him to fuck me until my brain shuts off, I want this more.
“I want—” I can’t stop the words from leaking out of my mouth.
“Tell me,” says Drew, panting. “Anything.”
A soft sound at the door has us both going unnaturally quiet.
