Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EVAN
“Iknow.” Cooper smirks at me as he stands and plants a knee on the bed, looking at me so intensely I think I just burst into flames. His lips are wet from me, and he’s looking at me like I’m the only woman on earth and the whole thing is just unbearably sexy.
“This is how it’s always going to be between us.
Every time, Evan,” he says, crawling up my body and dropping his forearms to either side of my head, leaning down, kissing one cheek, then the other, before he presses his mouth to mine in a slow, lingering kiss.
He pushes his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself, and I have no idea why that’s so hot, but it really, really is.
When he breaks the kiss and looks back at me, his eyes are dark and heated.
“No one is ever going to make you feel the way I do. No one ever could. And do you know why?”
“Why?” It’s all I can manage, feeling wholly incapable of speech with Cooper’s big, hard body suspended over me and his cock dragging against my stomach.
Cooper leans down and kisses me again, his fingers threading through my hair, his mouth hot and hungry, every single stroke of his tongue and beat of his heart against mine telling me something I already know.
Something that feels inevitable even if I’m not quite sure I’m ready to accept it yet. Even if it scares me half to death.
When he eases back, his eyes search mine, his fingers ghosting along my face in featherlight touches I feel all the way to my toes. “Because you were made for me, Ev. And I was made for you.”
“How do you know?” I practically whisper, wanting to believe that, even though my brain rejects the certainty in his tone.
He gives me a soft smile, leaning down to kiss me again. “Because nothing in the entire world has ever felt as right as this.”
My heart thuds against my ribs, accepting the truth of his words even as my brain races a hundred steps ahead with the how and why of it all.
It can feel right and still fall apart. It can be right and still be impossible for two people who hated each other five minutes ago to figure out a way to raise a baby together.
I curse my overthinking brain even as the soft heart I try to hide from the world wants to grab this man with both hands and beg him to never let me go.
When Cooper smiles, leaning down and kissing my forehead, somehow I know he knows exactly where my mind went, and he understands it. Understands me. “We’re going to figure it all out together, Rhodes. Every single thing. I promise.”
I close my eyes for a second, feeling relief and joy twine together at the way this man knows me.
When I open my eyes, my smile is wide and real as I hook my legs around his thighs and tilt my hips up, laughing a little at the hiss that falls from his mouth.
“Do you think maybe we can figure it out later? Because your cock is so pretty and it’s leaking all over my stomach, and I really, really want to feel it inside me again. ”
Cooper’s eyes flash as he lifts his hips and slides his cock between my thighs. “Anything you want, Ev. Everything.” He rocks against me, coating himself, nudging my clit with his crown and chuckling when I gasp. “I can’t wait to feel you come all over me.”
He rolls his hips, sliding against me over and over again until I’m bucking under him, practically wild with need and dying for him to fill me up. “What the fuck, Cooper,” I grit out, my hands digging into his shoulders. “Get inside me already.”
He smirks as he rocks against me again. “You feeling needy for me, Rhodes?”
“I’m not,” I practically moan. He presses himself more firmly against me, and pleasure wraps its hot talons around my spine.
“Could’ve fooled me,” he murmurs, dipping his head so his lips glide over my jaw, down my neck, licking and sucking, and Jesus motherfucking Christ, who knew there were so many places on a neck that felt so good?
Lifting his hips, he slips inside me slowly, so, so slowly that I feel every single inch of him, and nothing has ever felt this good.
“But it’s okay. I like it because I am so needy for you.
” He bottoms out, and my entire body shudders as Cooper grips my chin with one hand and holds my gaze as he pulls almost all the way out and thrusts back in.
“I need you, Ev.” His voice is strained, his jaw tight like it’s an immense effort to hold onto his control.
“I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you.
I know that scares you a little, and that’s okay.
Just be here with me, baby. We’ll figure it all out together. ”
It’s the baby, I think, and the way he repeats those words he’s said before.
Be here with me. The way his eyes hold mine, the heady lust combined with his sure, steady presence that has my walls tumbling, my soul quieting at the same time as my need for him soars.
I thread my fingers into his hair, rocking my hips against his. “I need you too.”
Cooper lets out a growl, pulling back and snapping his hips forward, taking me in slow and steady strokes, pleasure swirling in my core and my breath coming only in moans. “Oh my god,” I pant out, rolling my hips up to meet his thrusts. “You feel so good.”
“Fucking right I do,” Cooper grinds out, sitting up just enough to wrap his hands around my thighs, pushing them higher towards my stomach.
I am entirely spread out for him, open wide and at his mercy, and that knowledge just ratchets my pleasure up higher.
He leans in and presses his lips to my ankle, his thumb sliding up to roll over my clit in light circles as he thrusts steadily in and out of me.
“I feel good because I own this pussy,” he rasps, snapping his hips forward so hard I cry out, my hands clawing at the comforter to ground myself in the swirling vortex of pleasure.
“It’s fucking mine, Evan. Tell me,” he orders, his eyes bright and feral with need. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“Cooper, fuck.” I moan, my eyes slamming shut when he hits a spot inside me that has my entire body lighting up, my orgasm building fast and hot.
Cooper’s free hand slides up between my breasts, wrapping around my throat just tight enough that I gasp, my eyes flying open and locking on his.
“That’s right, Ev. Look at me with those pretty eyes and tell me this pussy is mine.
Tell. Me.” He punctuates each word with a punishing thrust of his hips, and pleasure crackles up my spine.
“It’s yours,” I cry out. “Fuck.”
“Gooddamn right it is,” he growls, increasing the pressure of his thumb on my clit as he speeds up his thrusts, and my mouth falls open, my chest heaving as the combination of his cock and his thumb hurl me so close to the edge that black spots dance at the edges of my vision.
“Good girl,” Cooper mutters, tightening his hand around my throat, his hips starting to lose their rhythm, his face tightening in pleasure.
“Good fucking girl. Now I want you to come for me. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock like you own it. Because you do, Ev. You fucking own it. It’s yours. All of me is yours.”
Cooper pounds into me furiously, his thumb moving in those wicked circles that have my vision blurring, my legs shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure takes me over entirely.
My back bows up as the pressure snaps, my belly, my limbs flooding with pleasure so intense that I wonder if I’ll survive it.
“Oh my god,” I cry hoarsely, tears leaking from my eyes with the force of my orgasm.
“That’s it, fuck,” Cooper moans out, his cock swelling so thick inside me that I feel it everywhere.
He thrusts once, twice, three more times before he groans long and loud, his release flooding me as his face twists in a blissed-out sort of pleasure that has the last waves of my own orgasm cresting.
Cooper’s hips slow, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs as he draws out the pleasure, making sure we both feel every last drop of it.
When it finally subsides, Cooper collapses to the bed, wrapping an arm around my waist and securing me against him. “Holy shit,” he pants out, his lips grazing my forehead as his hand glides up and down my back. “You’re amazing. I think I might be dead.”
“You?” I huff out a laugh. “I think your hand around my throat killed me dead.”
Cooper rockets up off the bed so fast I suck in a breath. He hovers over me and studies my neck, his face a mask of concern. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His voice is so panicky that I laugh.
I lay my hands on his cheeks, leaning up to kiss him. “I was kidding, my dude. It was perfect. I loved it. It was like you knew what I liked without even having to ask.”
He lets out a relieved breath, turning his head to kiss my palm. “I know you, Ev.”
I study him, damp waves falling over his forehead, deep blue eyes that see right to the heart of me, lips curved in a soft smile. Mine. “I think you really do.”
Cooper’s smile turns to a grin. “Bet your ass, baby.” He lies back down, tugging me against him and lifting my leg up to drape over his hips, running his hand up my thigh and over my ass.
Pressing his lips to my forehead, he dips his fingers down, running them through our combined releases seeping out of me.
A rough, unhinged sort of rumble comes from his chest as he slides his fingers over me—into me—and I sigh, my eyes dropping closed at the little licks of pleasure until I realize exactly what he’s doing, and my eyes fly back open as I sit up and twist so it’s my turn to hover over him.
“Are you pushing your cum back inside me?”
Cooper grins again, trailing his fingers down my chest and over, spreading the wetness on his fingers over my nipple and lifting his head to suck it off. “Could be.”
I narrow my eyes at him even as a bolt of pleasure from the way he laps at me arrows directly to my clit. “Don’t do that. Don’t be that guy.”
He grins wider. “I think you’re going to have to be a little more specific, Rhodes. What guy, exactly?”
“The guy who gets a woman pregnant and suddenly goes full breeding kink. I’m barely interested in breeding this one time. I definitely don’t want to breed more. I don’t even like the word breed.”
Cooper laughs so hard tears roll down his face, and he wraps his arms around me, rolling us so I’m on my back again.
“I can’t help it, Rhodes. I really, really can’t.
Seeing you all pregnant and stuff just does something to me.
You’re so sexy like this. You’re all gorgeous and glowy…
and the baby bump?” He shakes his head and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. “It’s hot, Ev. So. Fucking. Hot.”
He kisses me between each word, and in this moment, the way he talks makes me feel the way he sees me. Sexy and powerful and like I could take on the whole entire world. But I’ll be damned if I let him know he’s right. “Be that as it may, don’t push that cum back inside me. I don’t want it.”
“Should I have worn a condom?” he asks dryly, amusement lacing his tone.
I shrug. “Might have helped about five months ago.”
He laughs again, and the sound is sunshine.
“But then we wouldn’t be here, naked in my bed, having the very best sex of my entire life.
We wouldn’t be laughing together, about to take a shower and order two a.m. takeout and eat the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies I made this morning before I bring you right back to this bed and slide inside you as many times as I can before the sun rises. ”
I give him a sly grin even as a low hum of contentment takes me over at the picture he painted. “Peanut butter chocolate chip, you say?”
He grins. “You told me they’re you’re favorite.”
“You remembered?”
Cooper leans down and kisses me, long and slow. “I remember everything.”
“You’re too good for this world, Cooper Wyles,” I murmur against his lips.
“Maybe,” he says, trailing his lips across my jaw then lifting his head to look at me, brushing my hair away from my face in a way that has my heart twisting. “But I think I’m perfect for you.”
In this moment, twisted together in the dark, with a brand new year stretching ahead of us, I think he might just be right. And even though I’m still not completely sure what to do about it, right now, on this night, everything feels right with the world.