50. Katrinia
50
Katrinia
I eventually called Luna, feeling a bit in over my head with all the requests from the auditor, the piles of disorganized paperwork, months of unreconciled accounts, and a sooner than I’d like deadline.
Cooper’s always had an out of sight out of mind mentality, though I’d be willing to bet a lifetime supply of Cadbury chocolate that the auditor does not.
I do appreciate his wanting to get home to me, though. Especially since he kept me locked up like a god damned Disney princess. Overusing the excuse that he was devoted to my recovery for the last three months. I wish I would have fought him harder and came back to work sooner.
Luna drove in from the city and met me at the shop a little while after Theo took his brother off my hands. We are just wrapping up collecting the auditor’s requests when I hear the bell chime above the shop’s door.
“Sorry we’re closed,” I shout past the curtain without even looking up from my computer, preoccupied with this final reconciliation.
“Good so why don’t you open your legs.” Cooper’s voice sounds strained before he grunts out a laugh.
Luna and I look at each other and peek out from behind the curtain at the same time. Seeing the condition of both our men, we give each other another look before we sigh and step out from the makeshift office space.
“What the hell happened?” We both ask at the same time, placing a hand on our hips as we take in all the broken skin, blood and bruises.
The guys share a look.
Theo tugs on his beard while Cooper rubs the back of his neck.
“Well…”
“It was…”
They both start to speak at the same time but Luna, now fuming, raises a hand, “I don’t want to hear it.” She strides towards Theo. Her frustration mounting with every step closer she gets.
“God damn it Theo! We are getting married in less than two weeks!” She shouts as she reaches him. Turning him and shoving him towards the door.
“I know amor. It was…”
“I don’t want to hear it!” She scoffs as she snatches her bag from the sofa up front and starts tossing her things inside. “What were you thinking?”
Theo goes to speak but Luna is so mad she interrupts him again.
Reaching up she tugs his top lip up, leaning closer to get a better look, “Your tooth is completely chipped! We are going to have to call Dr. Barlowe and see if he can fix this before we leave for Spain. What were you even doing!?”
“We were…”
She raises a hand again and I watch as Theo’s words stumble to a stop. Cooper has the nerve to laugh as he watches their interaction next to me. I elbow him in the ribs and he chokes out a breath before he doubles over. Bringing a palm to his side he props himself up with the other on his thigh.
I fist his shirt and yank it up, exposing a blooming work of art painted by Theo’s fists. “Why do you always have to go for the ribs, Theo!? One of these days you’re going to pop someone’s lung.” He shrugs, looking back as he follows Luna out the door.
“Come on, let me look at you.” I sigh before walking past him and to the bathroom. Flipping the switch I make my way over to the shelf, grabbing for a towel I dampen it with warm water as Cooper comes in behind me and leans against the counter. The scene gives me déjà vu.
“I thought you were playing darts at the pub down the street not out on the hunt for a ring to pummel each other in.” I shake my head as I wipe the blood from the corner of his eye. Trying to be careful of the bruising and swelling already happening.
“We didn’t have to hunt for one. Gabriel moved down to be closer to the bigger neighborhoods a couple years ago. An ad for his new gym popped up on social media one day and…” His hands find my hips and the heat of his touch rivals the fiery smolder of my temper.
“Well that’s just great. So…” My voice is clipped, sharper than I intend it to be but I don’t apologize for it. “What was it this time?”
“He’s scared, Trin.” Cooper’s hands slide up my sides and beneath the hem of my top. “He’s scared of getting married and having Luna walk out on him like mom walked out on his dad.”
“But…” My shoulders rise and fall on a long breath before I lift my eyes to meet my husband’s. “Did you tell him?”
There are no words in his response, just a single nod as I continue wiping the dried blood from his face.
“Luna mentioned something when we went to view that house that one evening a few months ago…” Cooper’s thumb gliding over my hip bone is enough to confirm he remembers. “I guess he’s been struggling with feeling worthy. He doesn’t let himself want for anything.”
“How could we ever feel worthy when we have the two most incredible women in the world who love us?” Cooper doesn’t wait for a response. His question, completely rhetorical, lingers in the air as his lips slowly meet mine. Opening for him, his kiss turns consuming as the grip he has on the skin of my hips tightens, grinding me against him.
I’ve never known Cooper to be anything other than a savage. He follows his instincts, always, regardless of how primal they may be. And when he submits to the beast inside himself, relinquishing the chains of control, his dominance rises to the surface and it’s a sight to see.
I moan as he grinds the hardest part of himself into the softest part of me and he swallows it.
Consumes it.
Squeezing my hip hard enough to bruise before slamming his fingers into my hair and twisting the long strands around his fist.
I gasp as he yanks me back, tearing our lips apart. The look in his eyes tells me he’s close to the edge and my body heats in anticipation. Sending waves of tingles down my spine.
“Is my wife still mad at me?” His hand leaves my hip, sliding beneath the waistband of my shorts. Without an ounce of hesitation he glides his fingers through my folds. Sucking in a sharp breath when he finds my arousal.
His eyes glaze, his pupils pulse, as he lets his darkness take over.
“Tell me zhena, is it your temper that’s going to get you off or your husband coming home covered in blood?”
Again, he doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead he bites his busted lip, reopening the wound as he shoves two of his thick fingers inside me. My eyes go wide and I fold into him as he pushes past my walls until he’s knuckle deep.
A growl rumbles from deep inside of his chest as he rubs his palm vigorously over my clit, curling his fingers inside me and hitting that single spot he knows will make me break for him.
My eyes flutter closed as my entire body comes alive. Red hot lust and long forgotten anger scorch my veins as I move my hips to ride his hand. The heat of my inevitable release, building like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Cooper yanks back on my hair. My feet nearly coming off the ground as he starts fucking me harder with this fingers, “eyes on me, zhena.”
My mouth hangs open as I cry out. Cooper ramps up his pace and I grip his shoulders to steady myself. My body grows heavy on the precipice of what I’m sure is only going to be my first orgasm. My nails dig into his skin but I keep my eyes locked on his.
“Now be a good wife and soak my fingers. Show me just how mad you are at me.” His voice is low and rough but when he adds more pressure to my clit with his palm I come with a wail, just like he ordered me to.
I’m still shuddering through my release when he yanks his hand free and rips my shorts down. My legs shake as Cooper moves to stand behind me. I follow his eyes in the mirror as he brings his fingers to my mouth and grins wickedly, sliding them across my lips. His other hand snakes around my jaw, pinching my cheeks and forcing me to open my mouth. I fight it but when my lips part he shoves his fingers in. Sliding them along my tongue and down my throat.
“Your temper has always tasted so damn sweet. Don’t you think so?” Cooper’s voice is almost deranged as he pushes my shirt up with his nose and licks up my spine. He releases my jaw to push down his pants but doesn’t stop fucking my throat with his tangy fingers.
Breathing through my nose I swallow him down every time I feel like I may gag and he groans his approval in my ear. The vibration sends sparks skittering across my body, threatening to light.
“Look at you.” He meets my gaze with a crimson smirk in the mirror. “You truly are the sweetest sin. I’ll never get tired of filling every single one of your holes.” Cooper drives his point home as he lines his cock up and drives into me from behind. Thrusting into me with so much force my hips slam against the counter as I scream around him.
His fingers leave my throat as he shoves me down, bending me over the counter so far I have to push up on my toes.
“Holy fuck!” He groans and I feel him pulsing against my walls as they stretch around him. “You take me so fucking well, Katrinia.” He praises, spanking my ass with his free hand as he holds me down. While he slowly draws back his hips.
“Yes. Oh god you feel so good.” I whimper, bringing my hands up onto the counter to rest on either side of my head. When he thrusts forward before my hands are settled, I throw them out and up against the wall to brace myself. Using the leverage I push back, meeting his feral rhythm.
“Damn baby. Is my wife still mad at me because you’re fucking me like you might be?” This time he yanks on my hair, lifting my head so he can look me in the eye when I answer. “Just know I love you most when you fuck me like you hate me.”
“Fuck you.” I say through gritted teeth and his mouth falls open with a groan as I clench around him. The possession thundering in his eyes as his need twists the features of his battered face is overwhelming. My head falls as my body heats as I push back. Matching each and every punishing thrust until I feel him harden even more before we both fall apart.
His warmth fills me as my body breaks for him. White dots speckle my vision while I shudder through another mind numbing release.
Sex with Cooper is never boring. Never has been and I don’t think it ever will be. Not even when we were teenagers sneaking around for quickies or were limited to the missionary position when Cooper was on the bottom bunk before he got his own room. I never regret a single moment when his hands are on my body.
Marking me, claiming me, owning me.
Cooper might have put a ring on my finger and might have finally married me after all these years but it’s only in these moments, right here, when I feel the most his, and the most myself.