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“Shh, you’ve got to be quiet.” He bites down on my bottom lip and tugs. “We don’t have much time, and I need to make you come for me. At least once.” One hand slides from my hip into my bikini bottoms, and then his fingers drag through my sex, sending me spiraling through the stratosphere. “Your pussy is soaked, baby. Is this for me?” he groans. His words are so quiet, and fuck, they’re sexy.
I nod, his dirty words making my clit throb with need as I bite down painfully on my bottom lip to keep from crying out when he slips one blunt finger inside me. Then another. Stretching me. Filling me. His rough thumb rubs circles around my clit, teasing me, while he holds me like I weigh nothing against the wall.
Every breath we take seems amplified by the threat of being discovered, and I’ve never needed to come so badly in my life.
Chills of anticipation break out over my skin as his fingers work me into a silent frenzy. “Oh, God,” I whisper as his fingers curve to hit a spot deep inside me no man has ever touched.
My core tightens as chills caress my skin.
Cooper licks into my mouth. “Shh, baby. No sound, remember?”
I nod my head and get lost in the heavy-lidded heat of his blue eyes.
“Good girl.” He pulls his fingers out, and my eyes fly to his, desperate for this not to end. But he just smirks at me, then traces my lips with his fingers, pushing them onto my tongue. “Suck.”
I do as I’m told and suck his fingers clean, showing him what I’m dying to do to his cock. My own tart taste coats my tongue.
Cooper’s eyes darken, and he groans as I swirl my tongue around his fingers.
He slowly lowers my feet to the floor, then, holding eye contact, drops to his knees, and throws my leg over his shoulder. He shoves my bikini bottoms to the side, opening me to him. Dark eyes look up at me with a wicked grin, and I know I’d give this man anything he wanted and everything I needed. I open my mouth but quickly bite down on my lip to stop from moaning.
“That’s my good girl.”
His words fan the flame of my already insane need, and I pant, unable to catch my breath as I watch the sinful sight in front of me.
Cooper drags his flattened tongue through my pussy slowly, lapping at me. Then he growls against me, sending vibrations through my body.
I throw my head back, trying desperately to muffle my cries. I should be mortified at how wet I am, but when his tongue spears inside my pussy, I lose the ability to form a cohesive thought and no longer care.
It’s his fault I’m this turned-on.
His fault my body is singing right now.
He sucks my clit as his fingers tease me and bring me to the brink until darkness begins setting in at the corners of my vision. And when I think I can’t take it anymore, his teeth finally scrape over my pulsing clit, and I explode on his tongue. My back arches off the door, and my fingers grasp his shoulders for purchase.
Completely lost to the moment.
Soundless.
Breathless.
We’re quiet.
Only my panting fills the silence.
Until Coach yells from somewhere down the hall, “Cooper, go next door and tell your sister dinner will be ready soon.”
Coop drags his tongue through my drenched sex one more time, absorbing the aftershocks wracking my body, then gently lowers my leg to the floor. He kisses the inside of my thigh and smiles devilishly up at me, before yelling, “Okay, Dad.”
Holy shit. Life just got complicated.
* * *
Coach has always had a thing about having everyone around a table. He loves family dinners more than anyone I’ve ever met. And with each new person who joins our extended family—by blood, marriage, or luck—he welcomes them and adds another chair. We’re eighteen people deep, seated at the giant table on the back deck overlooking the ocean this evening.
There are more conversations than I can keep track of happening at once, yet my eyes are constantly drawn to the man sitting across from me. My cheeks flame red every time he catches me staring at him, but I don’t think anyone else has caught on. Annabelle sits to my right, holding her youngest as she tries to eat, so I take him from her to give her a minute of peace.
Or at least I try. As soon as I settle Nixon in my lap, her twins start fighting over a piece of watermelon that ends up being thrown across the table with a shriek and hits Belle in the face. It’s hard to not laugh, but most of us try to at least hide our reactions.
