Chapter 47
Chapter forty-seven
Dakota
Dean’s eyes widen as Cooper stares daggers at him.
“I was doing no such thing,” he denies, then he frowns. “So, it’s true? You married him?”
“Yes, she married me.” Cooper smirks.
“Dean,” I say, trying to deescalate the situation. “She did great. I’m thinking another month and she’ll be ready.” I hand him the reins. “I have another appointment, but I will be back next week.”
“Thanks, Dakota,” he says, cutting his eyes at Cooper who looks like someone stole his candy bar.
I give Dean a wave, then shoot Cooper a pointed look. “Let’s go.”
My boots cut through the dirt, then through the barn that leads to my truck. I can feel Cooper hot on my heels, his steps frustrated.
“What the hell was that?” I hiss as soon as we get into the cab.
“What?” He scoffs, slipping his hat off. “He can’t look at you like that.”
“Oh, so are you just going to act a fool with anyone who looks my way?” I ask as I pull out onto the road.
“Damn right. It’s disrespectful.”
A smile tugs at the corner of my lip, because it’s rare I see Cooper ruffled. He’s always sunshine and smiles. Never jealousy. It’s kind of…. hot.
Spotting a turnoff that leads to an empty field and an old gas pad, I take a right, veering off onto the desolate road.
“What are you doing?” He sits up taller.
I whip the truck beside a cluster a trees, parking before I unclip my belt and climb over the console.
When I straddle his lap, naturally, he reaches down and slides the seat back.
I wrap my arms around his neck. “Cooper.” I lean in and kiss him, my tongue lapping against his.
“Kota,” he murmurs against me.
“I’ve had a rough couple of days. I’m stressed. I’m tired. I’m nervous. And right now, I don’t want to feel any of those things.” I rock my hips against the bulge hardening in his jeans sitting just below my center. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper.
As soon as the words float between us, he captures my mouth with a groan.
His hands tangle in my hair as my fingers go to my jeans.
It takes practice and flexibility to peel the jeans from my body and shuck my boots, but somehow, I do it with grace.
I reach for his button, and he lifts his hips, shoving his pants down his thighs.
His fist grips his length, his eyes wild as he tugs me in for a searing kiss. I feel his tip line up at my entrance, the plush skin stretching me as I slowly ease down.
A moan leaves my mouth, while his head tilts back to land on the head rest.
“Kota,” he grits out. “Ride me”
I begin to move, my hands resting on his shoulders, my nails scratching against the material of his shirt.
His hips rise to meet mine, every thrust driving deeper.
Every movement bringing us closer. Tingles run from the tips of my toes to the tops of my ears, warmth and love spreading through my chest as his eyes latch onto mine. So blue. So much love. So…mine.
“I love you,” he says, his hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I gasp, my muscles clenching.
One hand slides up under my shirt, before I reach down and tug it over my head. My breasts are covered by a black bra, the material thin enough to showcase my pointed nipples.
His finger catches on the cup, tugging it down to expose my bare skin.
With a groan, he leans forward, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, the zing from the contact shooting down to my clit.
“Touch yourself,” he rasps against me. “I want to feel you fall apart.”
My hand snakes down between us, my fingers strumming as I ride him in my front seat in broad daylight.
His nostrils flare, his eyes bright as his palm reaches up to lightly grip my throat.
One more thrust and I’m tumbling. Falling and spinning. I cry out his name, before I feel his release, then collapse on his chest. With heavy breaths, I close my eyes, wondering why we waited so long for this. So long when it could have been this good.
“Not to ruin this intimate moment,” Cooper whispers. “But do you have any idea how many times I dreamed of fucking you in this truck?”
I snort, then slap at his chest as I sit up. “How many?”
“An embarrassing amount,” he admits with a laugh.
Pressing a kiss to his lips, I slowly slide off of him, then grab my jeans. “Just for the record. You’re the first.”
He stills. “First what?”
“First for my truck.” I say, keeping my eyes trained on maneuvering my foot in my pants.
“Good.” I can hear the smile in his voice before he adds. “I better be the last.”