Chapter Six
Cooper
Lachlan naked was a sight to behold. Him naked as I prepped him was even lovelier. How he pulled his lower lip through his teeth as my finger breached him. The look of bliss as I passed my fingers over his prostate. How his breath hitched when I withdrew my fingers.
His gaze followed my fingers as I rolled on the condom and slathered lube on my cock. I’d done my best with my fingers to prep him, but he was tight. This wasn’t going to be easy for him.
Which is fine because we have all the time in the world.
Yeah.
That.
I leaned over him to give him a huge kiss, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
We’d done this before, but today felt different.
Like I was stealing part of him. Us sneaking away during the reception had been all kinds of fun.
Nearly missing the part where we toasted our sisters?
Not so much. But we’d made it back in time.
If Stephanie had given me an odd look, what was wrong with that? Kept her on her toes.
And I’d made her cry. Which might’ve been mean of me.
Lachlan feathered my hair in a way I was coming to love. “What are you thinking? Because I’d say I’m pretty ready for you to fuck me.”
I drew in a breath. “How lucky I am to have Stephanie as a sister.”
“You’re thinking about your sister while you’re in bed with me? Because as much as I love Taryn, I can say she’s not on my mind. Well, at least she wasn’t…”
I laughed. “I was thinking about how we nearly got each other off and nearly missed the toasts and nearly did each other right on the dance floor.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you think anyone noticed?”
“Uh…I’m pretty sure they were observing the Mad Hatter and Alice getting down with it, but I could be wrong. We might get some funny looks at the brunch tomorrow morning.”
“The farewell brunch.” He grasped my cheeks. “As much fun as it is to take a trip down memory lane, my cock’s deflating at this sibling talk—”
I brushed mine against his.
His breath again hitched.
“Yeah…that…” I grinned. “Pull your knees up.”
He obeyed, giving me plenty of room to set myself up. I did just that, nudging his entrance with the tip of my cock. “Ready?”
“I think I’ve been ready for you since the first time we met.”
That gave me pause, even as I pressed inside him. The first time we’d met? I’d thought he’d hated me on sight. Love to hate you? I just didn’t know.
He gritted his teeth as I breached him.
“You okay?” I wanted to press my hand to his furrowed brow, but one was covered in lube and the other braced me.
“Fine.” Again said through gritted teeth. He wasn’t exactly fine. He also had the ability to stop this at any moment. One word and I’d pull out. I’d hold him in my arms and there’d be no recriminations. I’d cherish him forever.
Wait.
What?
Forever?
“I’m ready, Cooper. Just fuck me already.”
His words pulled me back into the moment. All this wedding shit had my mind racing to forever. It had to stop. “Okay, babe, hang on.” Slowly, inch by inch, I eased into him.
He pulled his lower lip through his teeth even as his brow continued to furrow. Likely in concentration.
Every fiber of my being wanted to ask him if he was okay, but I understood that would’ve been the worst thing to do. He could speak. He could warn me. So I pushed in and withdrew over and over again. Making my way home. And when I bottomed out, he sighed.
“Yeah. That.” He managed a grin. “Now I remember why this is so good.”
Eighteen years is a damn long time.
I wasn’t certain I would’ve survived it.
No, in fact, I knew I wouldn’t have.
“Go hard, Cooper. Make me feel it. So that tomorrow I’m sore and I’ll be thinking about what you’ve done to me.”
Because yes, all that and more.
So I did what came as naturally to me as breathing.
I fucked.
More specifically, I fucked Lachlan.
I didn’t go as hard as I would with a regular partner whose limits I knew well. I didn’t go easy on him either. Instead, I withdrew and then pushed back in. Harder each time. And yeah, I was okay if he felt it tomorrow.
“More, Cooper, please.”
Well, sure.
I slammed into him, pushing him against the headboard with each thrust. I nabbed his cock and jacked him to the punishing rhythm I set. I chased my orgasm all the while doing everything I could to coax him into his. When I did the fucking, I always tried to make certain my partner came first.
After I passed over his slit with my thumb, his cock jerked in my hand. “That’s it, babe. Come for me. Please fucking come.”
“Oh God.” With just that as a warning, he came.
Hard.
His cum spilled over my hand.
As his inner walls battered my cock, I stuttered, then shouted out my own release. “Fuck, yeah. That, Lachlan.”
Despite his pupils being blown, and the clearly blissed-out expression on his face, he managed to feather his hand through my hair. “Yeah. That.”
I collapsed onto him.
He gathered me into his arms.
Eventually I rose, wet a washcloth with hot water, and cleaned us both up.
He gathered me into his arms again.
I let him, because the last thing I wanted was to get into an argument over something so stupid as who would be the big spoon.
In the morning, he was gone.
Even as I showered and prepared for the final sendoff, I told myself to buck up. This was never meant to last. He lives in Toronto. You live in Mission City. He’s all about the big metropolis. You prefer to stay in your small town and only venture to the big city to either hookup or for work.
True.
I dried myself off. A couple of months ago, I’d gone to a lesser-known gay bar in Vancouver and had hooked up with an ironworker. His facial tattoo covering a scar had intrigued me. He’d been a good guy, but he’d made it clear he wasn’t looking for more than a good night.
Another time, I’d run into Finn outside a gay bar on Davie Street in Vancouver. The guy was a gay firefighter from Mission City. Amused, we’d driven back home—him following me—and we’d fucked like rabbits.
And also acknowledged we didn’t have enough attraction to make a go of it.
Maybe I’ll call him for a repeat.
No, you won’t. You’re going to mope about Lachlan and feel sorry for yourself.
Yeah, probably.
Okay, yeah, likely.
Well…certainty.
Yet I made it through the sendoff breakfast. I stood next to Lachlan as we waved goodbye to our sisters. I shook hands with him just before he got into his rental car and drove away.
He didn’t meet my eye.
I hadn’t expected him to.
Then, as Stephanie and Taryn flew across the Pacific Ocean to Australia, I started to put the pieces of my shattered heart back together.