Chapter Nine
Why am I so fucking awkward with women? Seriously. Why can’t I channel my inner Wyatt when it comes to dating. All he has to do is look at a woman and say, “ Wanna fuck me?” like it’s a privilege for them, and they fall for it.
Meanwhile, I did the whole romantic date night idea and we’re still sitting with a foot of space in between us, both our hands fidgeting in our laps. I can’t make myself reach for her.
I’m just going to go full highschool on her. Why not?
I scooch over on the cushions just a little and then stretch my arm out behind her on the back of the couch. She stills, waiting for the contact and I chicken out. Leaving my arm where it is.
Rolling my eyes at myself in disappointment is the only next move I have. Until she moves over closer to me. Closing the gap to maybe only a four inch space between us.
Now it’s my turn to freeze. Is this her letting me know she wants me? I mean, it’s my arm around her. It’s not like she’s agreeing to be my wife. Does she want that—to be a wife again? Have more kids?
“Stop thinking so hard. I want you to touch me, Cooper.”
I swallow hard. Now or never, asshole. Make your move.
Dropping my arm to her shoulders, she looks up at me. Words are on her lips ready to leave when I just go for it.
Unceremoniously smashing my lips to hers. I use the arm around her shoulders to hold her close to me while my free hand cups her cheek. I gain control of the kiss and part her lips with my tongue. Letting them tangle together with, I hope, a little more finesse than I had in high school.
A moan leaves her lips, giving me the confidence to keep going as her hand rests on my ribcage, like she wants to pull me closer, wants more of me. Fuck, do I want more of her too.
Pulling her across my lap she settles with her thighs on either side of mine.
Her center resting perfectly across the top of my semi-hard cock bulging in my jeans.
I try not to think about how perfect she feels because I’ll come in my pants right here and now.
I don’t do casual hookups like Wyatt, so it’s been a while since the last woman who touched me, even through my jeans.
She feels so fucking good in my arms, her soft skin brushes against mine. Our breaths are ragged and panting as we continue to make out like horny teenagers. She’s riding me still with too much denim between us.
Her breathing is frantic and her movements are no longer fluid, they’re jerky, uncontrolled.
“Cooper,” she moans my name out.
I take handfuls of her ass cheeks, one in each hand, squeezing hard. Her kisses move from my lips down my neck, nipping at my earlobe. Gripping her hips next, I pull her down on top of me, giving us needed friction as she continues to move across my lap.
“Aubrey… I’m going… to… come… we need… to…” I try to get out between kisses. I don’t get to finish my statement before she’s screaming my name in ecstasy, shaking in my arms and that does it for me.
For the first time since I was fourteen, I come in my pants. The sticky wet heat filling my boxer briefs. This is fucking embarrassing.
“I can’t believe I just did that.” Her cheeks are heated red with the admission. “I’m so sorry.”
“You’re not the only one,” I admit.
“You… you had an orgasm too?”
“Yeah, you’re gorgeous and you just rode my cock like a pro. It doesn’t matter if there were pants in the way when it feels as good as you do.”
I place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“I did that to you?” Her brows furrow close together in confusion.
“Last I checked, you’re the one I’m with.” I chuckle. “Is it so hard to believe?”
“You didn’t like, have to picture another woman?”
“No, why would I? I’m with you. You’re stunningly gorgeous and one hell of a kisser.” Now my brows furrow in confusion. “Why would I ever need to picture another woman while I’m with you?”
“Oh. Jack, he… well… never mind.”
“No. Tell me. What did he do? I’m not under the illusion that there weren’t men before me.”
“It’s embarrassing.” She tucks her chin down to her chest.
“I just came in my pants, you don’t think that’s embarrassing as hell for a guy?” She grinds down once more and I groan at the sensitive touch.
“Jack told me that he had to picture other women… to… you know.” Her cheeks’ red tint deepens again.
“Well he was an idiot then. Because I’m pretty sure I will only picture you screaming my name from now on.” Grasping her face in my hands, I kiss her once again.
Kissing her is now in the top three of my favorite things to do.
“Do you want to stay the night?” she asks quietly.
“I’d love to if you don’t mind me washing up. I’ve got my gym bag in the truck with some fresh clothes.”
“Not at all. I can clean up from dinner.” She starts to get up but I pull her back down to me.
“Good. But it’d be even better if you joined me. Maybe I could redeem myself a little?” I wink at her.
“Only if you can catch me in time.” She winks back.
She saunters back toward the bathroom and when she turns the corner I see her shirt come flying down the hall.
I’ve never gotten to my feet so damn fast.