Chapter 35
Cooper
Her fingers creepup my tie, and her lashes flutter. My heart’s still pounding in my chest from the combination of hate fucking her over the pictures of my brother and feeling like I was freefalling the second she blurted out that she’s mine. Hearing her admit it was like being pushed out of a fucking airplane with no parachute. I’ve wanted it so badly, but I’ve spent so long assuming it would never happen that I didn’t come prepared for it.
Her palms slide down over my chest, and she kisses her way up my neck, nipping at the spot just beneath my ear where the skin is tender. In return, my hands run up over her hips.
“Tell me what you need from me,” she whispers. I hear her pulling the zipper of her dress down. A moment later, it hits the ground, and she’s naked except for the bustier she had on underneath and the heels she hasn’t taken off yet. I can worry about telling her how much I love her when I’m done because right now I want to fuck her like I don’t. I just need a fucking minute to regroup first.
“Get back up on the desk and spread your legs for me. I want to watch you play with that pretty pussy until I fuck you again.” I sit back in my chair and grab my cock, running my hand down the length of it.
She sits up on the desk and spreads wide so I can watch her when her fingers slip between her thighs. She’s already wet enough that I can hear her when her fingers start to massage her clit. It’s one of the sweetest sounds in the world, and my eyes fall hard on the sight of it.
“So fucking wet already. You need me that badly?”
“Yes. I’ve needed you all day. I wish you would’ve fucked me at the bar.”
“Next time I will. You just have to ask.”
Her eyes roam over me, landing on where my hand moves.
“I can’t do this much longer, or I’ll come.” She half says, half murmurs the words, and a soft moan follows.
“That feel good? You touching yourself for me?”
“Yes. But I want more of you.”
I grab her thighs and scoot the chair forward, leaning down and taking one long lick of her before I press my lips around her clit and suck. She kicks my chair in surprise and then wraps her foot around the leg of the desk. I feel her fingers twist in my hair.
“Oh f-uck… I’m going to come. You have to stop or—fuck…” Her voice fades to moans, and her nails sink into my scalp as she relents. She rocks against my face, and I tighten my grip on her thighs as she rides through her release, eventually sinking back against the desk and releasing me. I lean back in my chair and watch her come down from her high, her breathing slowly returning to normal and her focus back on me.
“You look gorgeous like this.” I nod to her mostly naked form and grin at the heels she’s still wearing. She props one up on my knee.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“You look good too. But you’d look better with these heels dug into your thighs while you fuck me.” She smirks.
“You have a smart fucking mouth.” I can’t control the laugh that bubbles out of me.
“I’d be talking less if your hand was around my throat.”
She’s outright baiting me, and I fucking love it. I have no idea how I got this damn lucky. But I’m not wasting time wondering when I could be enjoying it.
I’m on my feet a moment later, grabbing her and dragging her to the edge of the desk. True to her promise, her legs wrap around mine, and I tease her with the tip of my cock for a moment before I fuck her in earnest. The gasp she lets out as her nails rake down the back of my neck is enough to bring me close, and I have to pace myself to keep from just coming right here and now. But it’s like she knows and wants to bring me to my knees tonight, and her muscles tighten like a vice grip around me.
“Fucking hell. Your cunt is so fucking greedy for me.”
“I know. I need you. Finish what you started and fill me up.”
“Oh, I will. Until you feel me leaking down your thighs when I turn you around and spank your ass for being such a fucking brat.”
I run my hand up her stomach and over the bustier, coasting softly across her rib cage, and then wrapping my fingers around her neck while she spreads wider for me.
I’ve never had a woman this responsive, this easy to please, because we love all the same things. It’s like we were made for each other, and I can’t get enough of it. I start to fuck her hard, and she whimpers but hangs on, begging for me to go even harder. The desk rattles underneath us, and I’m half-afraid it’ll collapse from this kind of abuse.
Her hips rock, and I can tell she’s searching for more. I slip my hand between us and use my thumb on her clit. She moans her approval, and her eyes flutter closed, her fingers gliding up my forearm.
“Such a good little slut. Always letting me know how desperate you are for more of me.”
“Oh god. I’m going to come again.”
“Good. Use that tight little cunt on my cock and take me with you.”
She does exactly as I ask, and I fuck her harder as we both come, almost in sync, and I fill her with every last drop. I barely let her catch her breath before I move again.
“Turn around and spread. I want to watch me leak out of you while I finish what we started with the belt.”
She stands slowly and places her palms on the desk before she bends. My come is already slipping down, making a mess of her thighs, and I grin as I grab the belt and gently tap her with it.
“You can do better than that,” she taunts me, and I crack her hard, one last time for good measure. She cries out, and I rub my palm over the red mark before I bend down and kiss it.
“Better?” I tease her back.
“Much.” She turns to look at me, a softness in her eyes I don’t remember seeing before. “Completely sated.”
“Good.” I kiss her, pulling her into my arms to hold her. We sit like that for several long minutes. Me muttering how beautiful and perfect she is while she nuzzles against the crook of my neck. I’m so lost in her, lost in the control she has over me, that I don’t know that I’ll ever recover from it.
I break the silence. “I’m going to start the shower for us. But first I need to tell you something.”
Her brow furrows, and she studies my face like she might be able to find the warning of what’s to come there. Her lip worries between her teeth, and I tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me.
“I love you.”
It comes so easily that I can hardly believe I’m capable of it. Words I’ve never been good at that now feel as uncomplicated as telling her she’s pretty and smart. It’s just the truth. And with her, the truth is easy.
“I love you too. For a while now, I think.” The sweet smile she has makes my heart pound in my chest. I don’t know how I got this lucky.
“I don’t know how this works. It’s new for me. But I want it to work. Okay?” I’m nervous about this part. Worried about navigating the complexities of her being a vet at relationships and me being a gangly, confused neophyte still trying to find his footing.
“We can go slow, and we can figure it out,” she reassures me.
“I can do slow,” I agree. I place one last kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’ll go start the shower.”
“That sounds good,” she answers, but when she bends to pick up her dress, she reaches for one of the photos that’s fallen to the floor instead.
She picks it up, and I see a note scrawled on the back that I hadn’t noticed before. To be fair, I’d been too upset at the contents to look much past the images themselves. A thing I feel silly for in retrospect.
She deserves better than a Rawlings. Either of you.
“Oh shit,” she whispers as her hand goes to her mouth.
We were distracted, and the bubble bursts abruptly—the reality hits all over again. Our confessions that we love each other don’t change the fact that we’ve still got someone following us, photographing us, stalking us—stalking her.
A cold shiver of dread runs down my spine as I look at it. They want her, my girl, and it makes me sick. I can see the worry on her face, and I pull her close to me, wrapping my arms around her.
“They won’t get anywhere near you,” I say it firmly enough that we have to believe it.
“What about you?” She looks up at me. “Seems they don’t care for you much either.”
“You let me worry about that. The investigators from this morning are on it. I’ll give these to them when I meet with them tomorrow. You’ll get Madison on board. We’ll talk to the security team. By the time we’re done, they won’t be able to get anywhere near us.”
“Let’s hope.” She shakes her head at the note and surveys the rest of the photos. I can tell she’s getting stressed out all over again. I know I am, but it won’t help us tonight. Tonight, I just want to focus on the fact she’s here, and she’s safe with me.
I kiss the top of her head. “All right. There’s nothing else we can do about this tonight. For now, I just want to get you cleaned up and tucked in bed.”
I pick her up into my arms, and she drops the photo back to the desk, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carry her to the shower.