27. Chapter 27
Chapter twenty-seven
Cooper
“ W ould you ever be interested in being pegged?” Sutton asks so casually as she takes a bite of her pancakes while scrolling through social media.
I nearly spit my coffee out on her. “Excuse me?”
She glances up from her phone, completely unconcerned about the droplets of coffee now covering the table. “You know, a little anal action. Would you be into it?”
My brain stalls, unsure what the correct answer is.
“Don’t look so horrified, Cooper. You literally can’t answer the question wrong.”
“Before I answer, why do you want to know?”
She laughs. “Because I’m clearly interested, duh. I’ve always wanted to fuck a man, and damn if you don’t have a perfect ass for pounding.”
My dick stirs awake at her confession. “You want to fuck me?”
She nods, her eyes trained on my face as she studies my expression.
“In the ass?”
Again a nod.
“With a strap on?”
She gives me a glare that says obviously . “And with my fingers.”
My dick is fully awake now. The fucker is clearly interested in what she’s saying, even if it scares me shitless.
“Good to know,” I tell her, lifting the coffee mug back to my lips and taking a long draw from it.
“So, is that something you might be interested in exploring with me?”
I arch a brow at her.
“Or have you already done it before?” Her smile drops slightly as if the thought of me trusting another with something so vulnerable upsets her.
“No, I’ve never let anyone even touch me there before but you… But to answer your first question, I’m interested in trying anything and everything with you.”
Her face brightens. “Really?”
I nod, and she hops out of her chair and climbs across the table until she’s in my lap, kissing all over my face.
“I promise I’ll take such good care of you, Cooper. I promise.”
I chuckle. “I know, baby. I know. But does this mean I can have your ass too?”
Her smile turns devious. “It’s been yours since day one. Even when I pretended to hate you. All you had to do was ask.”
Fucking hell.
I groan as she wiggles said ass into my hard cock.
“Unless you want me to fuck that round ass right now, I suggest you stop rubbing it over my dick,” I groan as she circles her hips with a little more pizzazz than is needed.
“You two are disgusting,” Dillon gripes, interrupting us with revulsion written over his face as he walks through the kitchen to finish off the pot of coffee I made for Sutton and me. “Anal talk at eight in the morning is a little skanky, even for you, Sutton.”
Sutton just rolls her eyes, ignoring the jab. I, on the other hand, don’t brush it off as easily.
“If you think it’s so gross, why don’t you try leaving?”
Dillon’s lips curls. “Nah, I kind of like interrupting you guys every chance I get.”
“It reeks of desperation, Dill, and that’s a very unattractive look,” Sutton says, reaching across my plate to grab a piece of bacon.
“And slut isn’t an attractive look at all, Sutton, but here you are, day after day, sporting it.”
I go rigid. Every muscle, every fiber of my being is begging me to stand up and teach this little shit a lesson.
To pound my fist into that shit-talking mouth.
To forget everything and get justice for her.
I’ll go against my own morals in a heartbeat if it means shutting him up.
But I don’t.
Sensing the shift in my mood, Sutton strokes my neck with her hand that’s still wrapped around me. Her fingers move in a calming up-and-down motion that relaxes my body into hers.
Dillon huffs as he leaves the kitchen and pads back down the hall to the spare bedroom he’s been calling home.
“We need to get him out of here already.”
“I know. But what else can we do? Our constant PDA hasn’t scared him off yet. So what do we do?”
“Fuck if I know. But his ass needs to be gone in the next week or so, or I am going to end up beating him into a pulp, Sut.”
“I know, baby.” She rests her head on my shoulder with a sigh. “God, I hate him. He ruined our perfect morning.”
I tip her chin up with my finger until her gaze meets mine. “He may have ruined an opportunity, a blip in time. But trust me when I say my morning isn’t ruined. Nothing can be ruined as long as I have you.”
A goofy smile breaks out on her lips. “Cooper Dale Fisher, you are smitten with me.”
“Yes. But that isn’t my middle or last name.”
Her face scrunches. “I think I would know the middle and last name of the man who has been blowing my back out every night.”
“But do you? Because those aren’t them, sweetheart.”
She pats my chest with the leftover piece of bacon in her grasp. “Sure. Just like you and Nate have never frenched.”
“Um, we haven’t.”
“Okay, whatever you say.” She winks, standing from my lap and walking her barely covered ass into the hall.
“I’m getting concerned that you aren’t joking and that you don’t actually know my name, Sutton,” I call out after her.
“Stop trying to trick me, Coop. I won’t fall for it.”
I pick up my now-cold coffee, taking a sip before cursing the fact that I have to leave for work in a few minutes. It’s one of the things I miss about being a teacher. Summer break.
Sure, I worked part-time with Nate and his dad every summer, fixing up lawns I could only imagine owning in my wildest dreams, but I still had somewhat of a summer.
Now, I’m a nine-to-fiver with no summer vacation in sight due to me being the newer guy at work.
Do I miss the low pay and general bullshit from teaching? Hell no.
But I think I’ll always crave those weeks of stress-free bliss when I only had to think about myself.
I finish my coffee and head over to top myself off before jumping into the shower, only to remember that Dillon the Douche finished the pot and didn’t bother to start another one.
Just another reason to hate him.
First, he insults Sutton.
Then he drinks the last of the coffee and doesn’t start another pot for the rest of us.
It is official; the man is irredeemable.
I crack my knuckles, needing to release some of the pent-up rage for that man.
The noise from the shower being turned on down the hall catches my attention. Sutton must be in there.
My dick once again jumps at the thought of her stripping out of those barely there sleep shorts she was torturing me with just a few minutes ago.
A quick shower with Sutton might cool me down.
Who am I kidding? A shower with Sut would do the opposite of cool me down. It would make every inch of me feel like it is on fire.
But afterward, I’ll feel as I always do, like nothing is important. Like the world could fade away, and I would be okay because she graced me with her body and attention.