Chapter 30
COOPER
I lie next to Ryan, the heat of his skin pressed against my cheek, his steady heartbeat beneath my hand as I graze his muscular chest. His fingers brush across my skin in long, smooth strokes, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, my gaze drifting over the rippling lines of his abs and the sheet barely covering his cock that’s still half-erect.
Ryan chuckles, the sound low and vibrating through his chest. “You don’t want to know.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “Now I definitely want to know. Spill.”
He hesitates, then shrugs. “Fine. Honestly? I was wondering how long I need to wait before I can taste your pussy again.” A wicked grin spreads across his face, his eyes locking with mine. “You taste so fucking good.”
Heat rushes through me as he leans in, his lips brushing against mine. The warmth of his kiss spreads through me, like taking a sip of something hot on a cold winter day.
My stomach flips, and I’m already turned on. Round two comes fast and urgent—like we’re ravenous, starved for each other, and there’s nothing else in the world that could satisfy us.
His hand moves between my thighs, and God, it’s like the first time all over again, except I’m already warmed up—sensitive, aching for more. Every stroke and dip of his fingers sends electricity coursing through me, tightening deep in my stomach. My orgasm coils, ready to spring. It builds hotter, deeper, until it erupts like molten lava, pleasure radiating through my core and spreading, melting everything in its path.
I ride the high, barely coming down before Ryan settles between my legs, his cock already pushing inside me. I open wider, welcoming him in, and he thrusts deep, hitting my G-spot. My second orgasm crashes into me, quick but so damn powerful it steals my breath. “Oh my… God,” I moan, my body trembling as the waves ripple through me.
I roll him over, desperate for more, craving a new angle. My hips rock against him as I lean down, capturing his lips. God, his lips are divine. Everything about him is divine—I have yet to find a flaw. His body, his touch, the way his hands roam over me like he can’t get enough. But it’s not just his body—he’s kind, funny, smart, and maddeningly perfect in every way.
Dammit. He’s perfect.
He groans, his voice raw and desperate. “Jesus, you feel so fucking good. I love your tight little pussy.”
Oh yeah, and he’s a freak in the sheets—and ridiculously good in bed.
Perfect.
Ryan grips my hips, his hands strong and commanding, quickening the pace. His movements grow urgent, his hips rising to meet mine in perfect rhythm. He pulls me close, his breath hot against my ear, a throaty groan escaping with each ragged breath as I kiss along his jaw.
I whisper into his ear, my voice low and teasing. “Your big cock feels so good, Ryan. Fuck me harder.”
“Good God,” he moans, his pace becoming relentless, his breath heavy and uneven, like he’s racing to the finish.
I’m so close I can feel it building, so I shift slightly, sliding my hand between my legs to rub my clit. His grip tightens, and with one last powerful thrust, he releases, his body trembling beneath me as I follow, my orgasm pulsing through me, squeezing around his cock.
I collapse onto him, too tired and satisfied to even lift myself so he can pull out. I just melt into him.
Ryan’s arms wrap around me, holding me tight, our sweaty bodies sticking together. He lets out a deep sound from his chest—a mix between a grunt and a laugh. “I love doing that with you.”
I grin, lifting my face to meet his, brushing a sweet kiss against his lips. “I love it too.” He kisses me again, slow and deliberate, and I eventually roll off him, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.
I head to the bathroom to clean up, and when I come back, Ryan takes his turn washing up. I settle back into the bed, sinking into the comfort of the sheets. When he returns, he slides in beside me, pulling me close. Snuggling into him feels incredible—like we’re intimate in every way, not just physically. Everything about tonight has been incredible.
“ Now what are you thinking?” I ask, a smile tugging at my lips as I look up at him.
“Hmm.” Ryan’s fingers trace lazy, soothing patterns on my back. “I’m thinking I want to know everything about you.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“I don’t know… What’s your favorite childhood memory? What’s the best thing that ever happened to you? What’s something you want more than anything?”
I rest my hand on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall beneath my touch. “My favorite childhood memory? Hmm, that’s tough—there are so many good ones. But… it’d probably have to be the last family vacation we took. You know, before my parents got divorced.”
I scoot a little closer, wrapping my leg over his. “We went to Hawaii for the first time when I was nine. We stayed in this beach house, right by the ocean. Literally, you’d step out, and you were on the sand—just like at my dad’s place now. There were turtles on the beach every morning. I thought it was the coolest thing in the entire world. We’d wake up early and walk the beach together, all of us.”
The memory’s bittersweet. I can’t help but smile, even though a pang of sadness hits me simultaneously. “It was the last time I really remember us all together… happy, you know?”
Ryan grunts softly. “That’s really cool. Did your parents fight a lot?”
“Not a lot… at least not that I heard. But when they did, it was nasty—a full blowout—usually my mom screaming at the top of her lungs. She’d find out about another conquest and freak the fuck out at him. But most of the time, she just pretended everything was fine.” I scoff, shaking my head. “She’d even talk about him like he was the best damn husband in the world. That annoyed the shit out of me. I loved my dad—he was a good father—but he was a terrible husband.”
I pause as my words settle over me. “Wow. I’ve been doing the same thing, haven’t I?”
“It’s understandable,” Ryan says softly. “For one, you saw your mom do it… But now, you probably understand why she did it, right?”
I sigh, the realization hitting hard. “Yeah, I guess. She was embarrassed. She knew she should leave and just stayed.” I scoff again, a bitter laugh escaping. “God, I’m just like her. But she had kids—that’s at least an understandable reason to try to make it work. What was mine?”
“Didn’t you say that Brad threatened you?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “Yeah, I guess he did… a few times, actually.” I don’t expand, and Ryan takes the hint, his silence a comfort rather than pressure.
“What matters is that you’re done now, babe.” He kisses the top of my head, and I tighten my grip on him.
I tilt my chin up to him, smiling softly. “I like when you call me babe.”
“You do? It’s not too early?”
I shake my head. “No. Not too early.” I lean in, sweeping my lips against his, the kiss soft but full of meaning.
“I could kiss you all day, you know that?” he murmurs, kissing me again before pulling back slightly. “Now, what about the other two questions?”
I push up onto my elbow, meeting his gaze. “Ah. Well, those two are easy.” My eyes lock with his, my voice soft but steady. “They both have the same answer.”
Ryan’s brows lift slightly, curiosity sparking in his expression. “Oh yeah?”
I nod, a slight blush creeping up my cheeks. “You. You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me. And right now? What I want more than anything is for this to work out—you and me.”
He grins, pulling me in for yet another kiss. “You’re the best, you know that?” He rolls me onto my back, his upper body hovering over mine as he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. My hands glide around his bulging biceps, savoring the feel of him as the kiss deepens. “Your turn,” he murmurs against my lips, pulling back just enough to speak.
“My turn for what?”
“Ask me a question.”
I pause, thinking for a second. “Okay… What’s something interesting not very many people know about you?” A mischievous grin spreads across my face. “Aside from the fact that you carry an oversized weapon in your pants every day.”
His laugh bursts out of him, loud and unrestrained. “Jesus. Are you serious with that?”
“Oh, I’m dead serious.” I smirk. “Come on, Ryan. You know you have a huge dick. There’s no way you saw other guys in high school and thought, ‘ Hmm. Yep, mine’s average .’ God, I bet your friends were jealous as hell.”
His head drops next to mine as he dissolves into laughter, shaking his head over me. “Oh my God. You’re unbelievable.”
“They probably gave you shit for it, didn’t they? I bet you even had a nickname.”
He presses his lips together, trying and failing to stifle his laughter. “Jesus, Coop.” He chuckles again, rolling onto his back, his hands running through his hair as he shakes his head. “No way.”
“Oh my God, you did! What was it?” I prop myself up on my elbows, needing to see his face while he tries to wiggle his way out of this. I nudge him, grinning. “Come on, what was it?”
His smile stretches wide, reaching his eyes as he looks at me. He puffs out another laugh, clearly mortified—and it’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“Fine.” He sighs dramatically. “They called me BDR—Big Dick Ryan.”
This time, I lose it, laughing so hard I clutch my stomach. “Oh my God,” I manage between breaths. “BDR? Are you serious?”
His face is red, but he’s laughing too, shaking his head in defeat. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
“Not a chance,” I say, still grinning. “BDR—this is officially the best conversation I’ve ever had.” My cheeks ache from laughing. “Oh my hell. I knew it.”
“How did you know?”
“Look, I’ve been with my fair share of men. And believe me when I say, your dick is setting records for a white guy.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Should I be proud of that?”
“Hell yeah, you should. It’s an accomplishment.” I lean back a little. “Might even deserve a trophy.”
The laughter lingers between us, the kind that comes with ease. When it finally settles, I shift, my smile softening. “Alright, but seriously, what’s something not very many people know?”
He studies my face, his expression turning serious. “That I’m crazy about you.”
His voice is deep and husky, each word reverberating through the air like the low strum of a guitar in a quiet room. It vibrates through me, seeping into my core with a warmth that dissolves any lingering fears I had about him.
My hand cups the side of his face, my thumb brushing his jaw. “Who else knows?”
“Just Leo… maybe Vivian… and now you.” A quiet laugh slips out as he grins, his eyes locked onto mine. “I’m so fucking crazy about you, babe.”
I smile against his lips as they slowly meet, and we lose ourselves in each other—kissing, touching, talking—until the hours stretch into the early morning. Sleep doesn’t come for hours, but neither of us cares.
This night, this moment—it’s one of the best of my entire life.