Page 53 of Wrecked

“Did you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to fuck up with you again. If this is a test, or a trick question—”

“It’s not. I promise.” I rise up and straddle his hips. As I rock forward, I press myself against him. We’re both naked except for our underwear. Just thin layers of knit fabric separate us.

He lets out a rough sound and clasps my thighs. “Just tell meexactlywhat you want, baby.”

“I wantyou.” As I lean down to kiss him lightly, my lips clinging to his, I rock myself against him. Even through the fabric of our underwear, our cocks align perfectly, sliding against each other. The friction and heat are so good I moan into his mouth.

Cooper’s hand comes up to cup the back of my head. His other hand strokes my back, sending shivers down my spine and giving me goosebumps.

“God, this feels so good I could come like this,” I say.

Cooper reaches inside my underwear and shoves the material down to free my erection. “Where’s your lube?”

“Nightstand.” I lean over and pull the drawer open to grab the bottle.

He takes it from me and squeezes some into his hand before he wraps his fingers around me and starts stroking. His grip is tight, but his movements are slow, gentle even. His gaze locks on mine as he judges my reaction to what he’s doing.

He strokes me from base to tip, his thumb brushing over the head, then down again. His free hand plays with one of my nipple piercings. “Tell me how you like it,” he says, his voice so deliciously deep. He’s clearly affected, too.

Moaning, I thrust into his grasp. “Just like you’re doing it.” My heart hammers into my ribs, my pulse races. My lungs are struggling to catch enough air. And I’m so hard, I’m aching. I warn him, “I’m going to come.”

“That’s the point, baby.”

Hearing him call mebabysends me over the edge. “Cooper!” My balls draw up tight, and a moment later, I’m shooting out thick ribbons of cream, painting his furred chest.

He sits up and kisses me, swallowing my cries of pleasure.

When my orgasm wanes, I slip off him, shove off my underwear, and then try to remove his. He’s hard as a pike, his erection thick and long, and I want him in my mouth.

Cooper stills my hands and pulls his underwear back up.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused.

He grabs a tissue off the nightstand and wipes his chest. Then he lies back and pulls me into his arms, with my head on his shoulder. “I’m keeping my promise. Tonight was about you.” And then he kisses my forehead. “Go to sleep, baby.”

* * *

The next morning, I wake up first to the initial shock that Cooper’s in my bed. He spent the entire night with me. He didn’t run out. He didn’t ghost me. He stayed. Not only that, but I slept in his arms all night long.

Cooper’s lying on his back, and I’m nestled against him, one arm across his waist, and one of my legs draped over his thighs. My head is on his shoulder. He’s still fast asleep, his breathing deep and even.

He stayed.

I’m not exactly sure what this means, and I don’t want to read too much into it. Last night might have been a one-off kind of thing. An experiment maybe? It doesn’t mean anything has really changed between us. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I can’t bear the thought of being disappointed again.

I lie quietly, not wanting to wake him, and let my mind rewind to last night. He kept his promise, sort of, even after I told him he didn’t have to. He got me off, but he wouldn’t let me return the favor even though I wanted to so badly.

There’s enough early morning sunlight coming through the curtains that I can make out the features of his body. His broad chest and muscular arms. His body hair, on his chest and arms and legs, is a big turn-on for me. I have so little, and most of the guys I’ve been with had little, too. It just makes him seem so—I don’t know—masculine? A man’s man? Not that guys who don’t have body hair aren’t masculine, but Cooper’s on a whole other level.

His short silver hair is mussed from sleep, sticking up in tufts here and there. He’s sexy even with bedhead. I love his hair. I love that he’s older than I am. I love that he’s bossy and dominant. Just thinking about it is making me hard.

“I hope you approve of what you see.” His deep voice makes my belly quiver.

I glance up to see him watching me through hooded blue eyes. “I do.” I press a kiss to his bare shoulder. “I want to do what I didn’t get to do last night.”