Chapter 37
AMARA
Cooper watches me as he teases my clit, a shit-eating grin gracing his beautiful face the second he sees just how wet I am for him.
“No,” I tell him, grabbing his hand. “We can fuck around another time. Right now, I just need to feel you.”
He meets my eyes with a nod and pulls his pants down, exposing his thick, beautiful cock.
I’ve never seen anything like it. But he doesn’t give me much time to admire it.
Gripping it in his hand, he gives himself a pump before positioning at my entrance. “You’re sure?” he asks, waiting for my approval.
“Earn my forgiveness,” I whisper with a smirk.
I can feel his cock throbbing as he pushes into me, filling me whole. My back arches off the bed, and Cooper whimpers, grabbing my legs.
He pulls out before slamming into me, and I feel myself completely let go.
But it’s not enough.
I push Cooper, forcing him to lie on his back. I don’t give him time to wonder about my motive. Instead, I’m on top of him, positioning him underneath me before I drop down, feeling him deep within me. He grips my hips, helping me.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. Sit on my cock. God, you look so fucking beautiful,” he moans, watching as I grasp my breasts, massaging them with each of his thrusts upward.
“I hate you so much.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to be tough.
“God, it really feels like it,” he agrees with a smile, his mouth hanging open as I move forward, allowing him to hit even deeper.
“No,” I gasp. “Like you’re really a piece of shit, you know that, Henry?”
Cooper whimpers again, biting his lip. “Keep talking dirty to me, Mrs Henry.”
If I didn’t know him any better, I’d think that maybe Cooper Henry was into degradation.
Unfortunately, I do know better.
He’s just into my attention.
“You’re doing so well.” His voice is strangled.
“Shut up, Cooper,” I tell him. The pressure is building inside of me, and when our eyes connect, Cooper reads me like a god damn, filthy book.
Flipping me over, Cooper slows us down, which only unravels me faster. “Jesus Christ, look at you,” he whispers, his hand caressing my face. “You’re being such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
It’s a game of power that we both immediately fall into, volleying insults and praise back and forth.
“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this?” he grunts, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. “But god, none of those dreams even come close to the real thing.”
I gasp, and Cooper falls forward, pulling my face to his in a rough, messy kiss.
And I come.
My fingers dig into his sides so hard I worry I break skin, my cry muffled by his mouth.
But Cooper pulls away, preferring to watch it happen. “Fucking hell, that’s it. Atta girl.”
A sigh escapes my lips as I come down from my high, and Cooper’s thrusts become more and more desperate.
And then suddenly, he’s gone.
And I feel empty.
Cooper pulls out, thick strands of cum landing on my stomach.
I’m in such a high that I didn’t even think of using a condom. And honestly, even after, I’m still not worried.
Cooper drops down next to me, both of us breathing heavy. “Please tell me you’re clean,” I mutter, just to be sure.
“I get tested yearly for everything under the sun,” he confirms. “Just to be safe. I’m good.”
I nod. “I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone since I got tested last.”
“I think that was the best sex of my life,” he mutters, rolling over and caging me.
I purse my lips. “It was okay.” Panic crosses his eyes momentarily before he notices me fighting for my life not to smile.
As things settle, everything starts to sink in.
Part of me hates that I had sex with him. I did exactly what I didn’t want to do at the start of this. I fell for him again, and I just know that I’m going to end up getting hurt in the end.
But on the other hand, I don’t think this could have ended any other way if I tried.
I’ve always loved Cooper Henry. He’s always carried around a piece of my heart in his pocket, and he always would have. For as long as we were alive, we were going to have pieces of each other.
And if we walk away from each other after this, we’d have even more.
Cooper and I fall asleep for a few hours, and when we wake up in a post-orgasm glow, we head home.
“What is this?” I ask, looking at the confirmation papers in front of me.
Cooper grins. “I booked you a spa day with your friends.
I eye him, suspicious. “Why?”
His smile turns sheepish as he scratches the back of his head. “I feel really bad,” he pauses, looking around. “About all of it. I never meant to hurt you, and I just want to make sure that you know that.”
While only his actions can actually show me that, a little bit of pampering goes a long way.
I thank him, shooting off a text to the girls.
We meet at the spa the very next day.
“My spidy-senses are tingling,” Heidi says, taking a sip of her champagne. “Spill.”
My lips pull tight as I try to think of exactly how much I want to tell them. “Well, we went home for the day to see his sister.”
Mila stares blankly at me.
I stay quiet.
“If you don’t tell us the rest of that right now, I’m going to smack you,” Isla threatens.
“Andwefuckedonhischildhoodbed,” I say quickly, wincing.
Zara gasps, her hand flying to her chest.
“You understood that?” Mila asks her.
“She fucked Cooper on his childhood bed? Yeah, I understood her.”
All heads snap to me, each one of them resembling owls more than people. “You fucked him?” Isla whisper-yells.
I wince again.
“It was a moment of weakness,” I confess.
“God, I bet it was really hot.” Mila snaps her fingers.
“I wouldn’t mind being a fly on that wall,” Zara agrees.
I try to hide a smile. “You guys are fucked up.”
“We just appreciate good sex,” my friend says with a nod.
“You don’t even know if it was good!”
Heidi cackles. “I’m sorry, Amara, I really am. But it was written all over your damn face the second we got here. I do fear that having sex with one of those boys is like some kind of magic.”
“I’m not exactly sure about that.”
“It is,” Briar confirms. “I swear it’s like they have magic dicks. I don’t know what it is.”
“I think you guys have had too much to drink.”
“Nope, just dreaming of magic peens.”
We’re each separated into couples and taken to massage rooms, and after that, we get our nails done.
The girls keep grilling me about the boys, and I keep trying—and failing—to say it was only average.
That I’m not still thinking about it.
That I could get used to that being the rest of my life.
I don’t say any of that, but it’s the only thing I’m thinking.