He shifts and yanks on his sweatpants so his cock spills free. I gasp at the pressure from the head of his dick as it demands entry. With one hard stroke he fills me with his thickness, and we’re connected so perfectly that I’m not sure where I end and he begins.
“You too sore, baby?” He stops moving as his hard muscles strain on top of me.
“No, don’t stop.” He stares down at me, waiting for more because I’m not sure he believes me. “I am. It only hurt for a second.” I lock my legs around him, not letting him go. “The pleasure is so much better than the ache.” I lift my hips, urging him to move, to thrust.
A deep groan comes from him. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He rocks against me and then slowly withdraws. “Not that I have to worry about that, because you’re mine.” When he plunges back inside, I throw my head back and cry out.
“Yes,” I agree, my nails digging into his back. My body is so attuned to his touch that my orgasm is close to the edge. It’s like now that I’ve had sex, it’s primed and ready to get off.
“No other man asks you on a date, touches you, or even gets near you.” I’d laugh, but the only thing coming from me is agreement.
“Cooper,” I call out as I start to cum, and every muscle in my body goes tight.
I clench around him, and he groans my name as he starts to cum with me. His warm release fills the space deep inside of me, and it feels like this is how it was always meant to be. Our heavy breathing echoes in the room, and I cling to him, never wanting this feeling to stop.
Cooper presses gentle kisses on my neck as he starts to pull out of me. His hand releases my wrist, and I wince at the sting when his cock slips out of me. He lets out a curse that would get my ass slapped if I said it.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him as he helps me sit up. “It was worth it.”
His thumb strokes my cheek, and he looks at me with such tenderness. “I’m sorry. I got pissed when I saw the messages. I shouldn't have taken you again, but damn it, I couldn’t help myself.” He shakes his head, but I’m not mad about it. I enjoy his jealousy over me—not that I would ever tell him.
“Cooper.” I grab his hand. “I really am fine. Besides, a warm shower will help.” He relaxes some, and I can see the tension in his shoulders leave his body.
“You want some coffee?” he asks, and when I sigh at the mention of it, he chuckles. I love when that sound comes from him.
“I’ll talk to Wes,” I tell him, and the smile drops from his lips.
“I’ll talk to him.” His tone is firm as his hand drops from mine, and he heads out of the bedroom like the conversation is over.
“What? No, he’s kind of a friend.”
“Friends don’t date,” I hear him say from the hallway, and I huff.
This discussion isn’t finished, but for now I roll out of the bed and go for the shower. I’ve woken up in this house so many times, but never did I imagine it would be in Cooper’s bedroom. I love some of the changes he’s made already, and I can’t see what he has planned for the future.
“Yeah, send me over whatever you got,” Cooper says into the phone as I walk into the kitchen after my shower.
He points to the counter where he sat my coffee next to a couple of Advil. I don’t think I need them, but it’s a sweet gesture, so I take them.
“I really appreciate all the help. I owe you one,” he says before ending the call.
“Everything okay?” I take a sip of my coffee as he walks over to me and places a kiss on top of my head. The act is so natural that it sends warm pleasure to every inch of my body.
“Yeah, I’ve got some reports being sent over. Hopefully it will give me some insight as to who busted out your window.”
“I kinda forgot about all that,” I admit, leaning into him. A cocky smile pulls at Cooper’s lips. “Don’t even.” I slap at his chest, and he grabs me by the hips, making me squeal with laughter.
Gosh, this is all too good to be true with Cooper, but I want this every day of my life. I might get everything I ever wished for, and Lux might actually be right.
Dreams can come true.
9
Cooper
The ride to the edge of town isn’t too far, but it’s far enough that I’m anxious about leaving Juno at home alone. Home. The thought of her being there with me all the time and the two of us making it ours stirs my soul.
I texted Luca and asked him when he’d be back to the house, and he said he was headed back from a camping trip with some college buddies. His cell reception was spotty, but he’d text me when he got back to town. I guess knowing he’s on his way is better than nothing, but odds are that I’ll probably beat him back. Once I get some of my questions answered.
After we ate breakfast I read over the reports Terrance sent over, and it left me with my head spinning. Instead of worrying Juno with it, I told her that I needed to go check some things out and then I’d be back. She seemed skeptical because she knows me better than anyone, but I managed to distract her with a few kisses to that sweet pussy of hers.
The taste of her still lingers on my lips, and it makes my cock hard. All this time we’ve been keeping each other at a distance because of assumptions and the need to protect each other. When all along I could have been balls deep inside her and planning our future together.
Everything happens for a reason, I suppose, but I’ll always regret not making her mine that night in my kitchen. I knew long before then, but I always thought she was just waiting on her moment to put Pink Springs in her rearview mirror. Little did I know she was busy putting her roots down. The truth is, I think I would have lost my mind if that day ever came. I’d chase her little ass down.
I pass a couple of houses on the way out of town and spot the Petersons’ house. It’s where Paula grew up and I assume where she’s staying while she’s here in town. Mrs. Peterson is sitting on the porch with her broken leg propped up. I wave as I pass, and she smiles and waves back.
Paula said she’s here for good, but when I knew her back in high school this is the place she never wanted to end up, so I can’t imagine she’ll actually follow through with it. I have a sneaking suspicion as soon as her mom loses the cast, she’s gonna lose Paula a second later.
Turning the patrol car down the dirt driveway, I pull up to the Blair house. Mrs. Betsy Blair is sitting on her porch in a rocking chair just like yesterday when she called in an emergency. With all the commotion going on at Juno’s new store, I didn’t stop and think about the fact that we were called all the way out here for nothing. I was just thankful that the guys from the neighboring town were there to help me with protecting Juno.
I get out of the car and put on my hat before I walk up the steps. “Good morning, Mrs. Blair.”
“Hello, Sheriff. What brings you to this side of town?” Betsy doesn’t get up, but one of her aged hands grips the cross around her neck.
“I’ve got a couple of questions for you, if you don’t mind.” I pull out my little notepad and pen that I bring with me at every call. “We didn’t get a chance to talk yesterday, so can you tell me why you called us out here?” I wait, and she smiles as she waves a hand dismissively.