Page 8 of The Devil You Know


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Shaking his head, Cooper throws open the driver’s side door and gets out without answering me.

“Hey! Coop, wait!”

I scramble out of the Jeep to catch him. I collide right into his arms as he grabs me, pushing me against the back of his ride, practically pinning me. Fighting off a rush of heart-pounding desire, I meet his stony gaze beneath the amber glow from the streetlight. This is nothing like the Cooper I’ve grown up with—the carefree, confident surfer boy replaced with someone even hotter who gets my blood racing.

The arousal intensifies. I like this version of Cooper. Is this who he is with all his girlfriends?

He’s not holding me hard enough to hurt me, but he uses his strength to keep me in place. Our bodies brush together. A muscle in his clenched jaw jumps.

“No.” It’s firm and final. Almost angry.

“No?” I repeat. “Why?”

“Just—no, Tate.” He rakes his gaze over me. “Jackson would fucking kill me if I ever touched you.”

I scoff. “You’re touching me now.” His grip flexes, like he needs the extra proof. I put a hand on his chest, enjoying the twitch of his muscles beneath my touch. “Come on, rail me, dude. I know you can do it—I’ve heard those girls scream when you bring them home. Do that, but to me.”

Another ragged breath hisses out of him with a muttered curse. His attention falls to my lips, a crease appearing between his brows. A battle of warring emotions flickers over his handsome features. I run my hand down his chest, and his stomach clenches beneath my fingers. A sexy rumble vibrates within him.

“So.” I drag the word out. “Your bed? Or the back of the Jeep? I’d prefer a bed, I think, but my room is out—we can’t risk my brother or—”

“No,” he growls as he presses closer to me to tower over me. My pulse thrums in my core at his commanding tone. “No fucking way.”

It takes a second for his refusal to register when I’m so wrapped up in how hot he is. I blink.

“Wait—seriously?”

“As a goddamn heart attack, T.” He grasps my jaw, tilting my head up. His thumb caresses my chin, edging close to my lip without touching. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Before I press him further, he’s gone, leaving me alone as he stalks inside his house and slams the door. I’m still wearing his hoodie, wrapped in his scent like the ghost of his strong arms hugging me. I sag against the Jeep, closing my eyes. My body hasn’t gotten the memo of how hard we crashed and burned.

Maybe he’s not into me. But…that’s not the vibe I got. I might not be experienced, but Cooper was looking, no matter how much he tried not to.

If he wants me, then what’s the damn problem with taking my virginity?

SIX

COOPER

It’s official. Tatum Danvers has lost her goddamn mind. And I’m right behind her, because I was so close to saying yes last night.

Everything in me wanted to agree and take her up to my bed. Peel her shorts down. Leave her in nothing but my hoodie while I took her apart.

While I made hermine.

The beach is my favorite place in the world, but even being out here surfing with Jackson and our boys isn’t enough to distract me from my fantasies becoming a reality.

Tatum wants me to…

Shit, it’s been running through my thoughts nonstop since she sprung it on me after I pulled into the driveway. I barely slept, and when I did my dreams were full of torturous fantasies of Tatum naked and crying out my name while I did everything I’ve always wanted to her.

“Coop!”

Jackson’s shout makes me jerk on my board and nearly lose my balance. Rookie move shit. I clear my throat, thinking of anything to get rid of the thoughts of his sister making me hard.

“Dude, if you’re going to space out, go back to shore.” Jackson splashes me. “I’m not saving your ass from drifting.”

“Thanks, dick.” I splash him too, then swipe my wet hair back as I scan the horizon. “Yeah, I’m heading in. I think the good ones are done for the morning. The wind is running interference.”

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