by Mercer Scott
She stares at me, watching every single movement I make. I pull her towards me until she’s on her side. And then I lift her leg up to rest over my waist. Pressing my hand between us to make sure that she’s ready for me again, I find her wet and needy. Spreading her vagina with my fingers, I plunge my cock inside her. Deep. She’s so damn tight around my cock. When I hear her sharp intake of breath, I hold steady for a moment giving her time to make room for me.
“You all good?”
When she nods, I slowly pull out of her only to drive back inside her again. My hand is on her ass, squeezing it, and propelling her against me with every hard thrust of my cock. Because I can’t be this close to her and not be kissing her, I take her lips again with mine. We lay there like that kissing as our bodies come together over and over again until I know that I’m going to lose control and explode inside her. So, I slide my hand over her hip and find her clit again with my thumb. I rub it gently to wake it up and then hard and fast until Natalia’s panting and on the edge of another orgasm.
“You ready?” I ask her, staring into her eyes.
When she nods at me, I go hard on her clit with my thumb until she disintegrates in my hand into a thousand pieces. When the muscles inside of her squeeze my cock tightly – so damn tightly – I lose it and pour every last drop of seed deep inside her.
“Fuck me, Natalia. Fuck me.”
My body jerks against her again and again as my own epic orgasm sweeps through me.
She was definitely worth the wait.
Chapter Fourteen
Natalia
I feel like my body just exploded into a thousand tiny stars, and I’m floating somewhere out in space. All the tension I’ve been holding on to so tightly in my body just released in the course of three of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my entire life. My muscles feel like jelly. I couldn’t move if I wanted to, and thankfully I don’t want to.
We’ve just been lying here for the last ten minutes, waiting for our heavy breathing to slow to long, languid breaths. When Cooper rolled onto his back, he brought me with him, his arms holding me tight.
Dr. Dick never wanted to just lie together like this. Basically, as soon as he came, he was out the door. How could I have been so stupid? I’m probably being just as stupid right now. Because I swore that I was done with men. But somehow Cooper worked his way into my life… and now my pants. I guess, the tension was building and building since the day Cooper barged into my life. And all that tension needed to be released. And boy was it ever released. Wowza. The guy has a right to be that confident.
“So, are you ever going to tell me why you showed up on my doorstep so pissed off tonight… don’t think I’ve forgotten about that.” Cooper lets out a giant yawn.
“Oh that, hmmm.” Somehow talking about how I was pissed at him for not having sex with me didn’t magically get less embarrassing now that I’m lying here naked in his arms.
“Oh, that what?”
“It’s nothing.”
“It was obviously something.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Don’t you ever get tired of saying that?”
“No.”
“Do you ever say anything other than no?”
“No.”
“You know you’re going to tell me eventually…” Cooper reaches out to tickle my side.
“Ahhh, stop. I was horny, okay? I was horny and pissed off that you weren’t. You haven’t even tried to do anything other than kiss me even though you’ve been giving me the full Cooper Hamilton dating experience for weeks now! I had to show up on your doorstep tonight and demand that you have sex with me. It’s mortifying!”
“What are you talking about? I’ve wanted you since the moment you steamrolled right into me and then started feeling me up. You’re the one who said you wanted to take it slow. I was going crazy trying to give you what you needed.”
“I said slow, Cooper. Not stationary. Not immobile. Like I said, a woman has needs.”
“So, you’ve just been sitting around wanting to have sex with me all day?”
I cringe and look away from him. “That sounds so pathetic.”
“It’s not pathetic at all. Not when I’ve been wanting you right back. I’m just thinking of all the missed opportunities… Like the other night when I dropped you off?”
I nod, and Cooper lets out a sigh of frustration.
“A couple of days ago when we watched the sunset?”
I nod, and he lets out another sigh of frustration.
“Not the night we went for dinner at the Glass Balls?”
Nodding again, I start to realize how ridiculous this all is. I could almost laugh about it. Almost.
“You wanted me to make love to you all those times… and I had no idea?” Cooper holds my chin to make me stare straight into his eyes. “I need you to promise me something right here and now. When you want me, just tell me. Trust me, I want you, too. That I can tell you for certain. But I can’t read your mind.”
“That’s a real shortcoming. You should probably work on it.”
Cooper leans over and kisses my forehead. “I’m slightly terrified of what goes on in there. So, you’re just going to have to tell me from now on, okay? Promise?”
Nodding slowly, I’m not sure if I could actually be that bold. “I’ll try…”
“You better.” Cooper pushes my hair back behind my ear, and I turn to look up at him. “Because now that I know how good we are together, I’m damn sure not going to miss out on any more chances to do this again. Speaking of – how long until we can do this again?”
“It took about two months before the first time… so, probably about another two months or so?” I shrug at him, like it’s out of my hands.
Cooper lets out a sharp jet of air. “Two months? Are you trying to kill me? An explosion couldn’t do it, but you just might, Natalia Roy.”
“Well, there’s your health to consider. I don’t want you to overdo it and set your recovery back…” I tell him, as I sit up to examine his hip.
His scars feel rough against my fingertips, as I run my hand along his side. I touched him like this the first day we met. Well, maybe not quite like this. I wasn’t naked then. And I touched him when we were having sex… but that felt different. We were so lost in each other, it was all sex and want. But this feels… intimate. I’m not examining him as a nurse – even though I’m definitely looking for any signs of inflammation. Things are just different now. I care about this man. The thought that maybe he got hurt when he was making me feel so good… it makes me want to cry. I need Cooper to be okay because I just need him to be okay. And maybe because I need him to do that with me again. As soon as possible.
“Does it hurt anywhere?” I ask, as I gently press my fingers against his warm skin.
“No, but can you move your hand a little to the right. No, my right?”
I frown. “Here? How does that feel? Any sensitivity?”
“A little farther. Yeah, a little bit more,” Cooper directs me.
I keep gently poking and prodding at his hip and moving right until my hand backs up against his penis, which is hardening against my touch.
“Yeah, right there. It’s very sensitive there. That’s exactly where I need your attention,” Cooper says, and I can hear the smug smile in his voice, without needing to look up from his penis.
It really is beautiful. And that’s not a word that I’ve ever used to describe a man’s penis before. Between the collection of dick pics my friends and I have all received – Lara used to love forwarding them before Deacon – and working as a nurse, I’ve seen more than my fair share of dicks. And well, Cooper has a really, really nice one. Not that I’d ever tell him that. The man’s ego is big enough already.
“Is this where it hurts?” I ask, running my fingertips up his hard shaft.
I’m still looking down at Cooper’s hard cock, planning on how I’m going to torment him, when I feel his hand on my chin. I tilt
my head to look up at him.
“Thank you, Natalia.”
A smile pulls at my lips. This wasn’t exactly a hardship.
“Thank you for being here,” Cooper says. And for once there isn’t a smile tugging at his lips. There isn’t even the glint of a joke in his eyes.
“I guess it was alright,” I remind him, smiling and needing to break the tension that is suddenly building back up between us.
“Let me show you more than alright.” Cooper laughs and slides his hand behind my head before pulling my lips down to his.
I disappeared for an entire night and day. I texted Lara that I wasn’t coming home last night and again to not expect me back until tonight. Lara isn’t exactly one to worry, but I still feel like a teenager sneaking back into my parents’ house as I open the giant front door to Lara and Deacon’s place. House is definitely not the right word for this place – it’s a mega-mansion. I can’t believe that Lara lives here, and I definitely can’t believe that I live here at the moment.
As soon as the massive door swings open, I hear voices come to a hush. There’s usually no one here. Just Lara, Deacon, and their staff. An assortment of household staff and security pass through here silently and almost unseen every day. Sometimes I put my glass down, and it disappears before I even know it’s gone. It’s actually creepy if you think about it too much.
“Lara? Deacon?” I call out, feeling unsure. Lara told me to make myself at home. But this isn’t my home, and I don’t want to interrupt anything.
“Get your slutty ass in here, friend! You’re going to tell us everything. Don’t leave out a single detail,” Lara’s voice demands from the sunken living room. “Not even one.”
“Wait? What? Who am I supposed to be telling what to?” I reply suspiciously, as I walk carefully over to the steps down to the living room where Lara is perched on her fuchsia throne of a sofa.
“Hey, Nat!”
“Missed you, friend!”
“Tell us everything already!”
All of my best friends are here.
“What are you all doing here?” I demand before turning towards Lara. “What did you do?”
Lara scans the room like a queen surveying her subjects. But honestly that’s nothing new. She was like this before she got engaged to a billionaire.
“I convened a meeting of the Slutty Girl Rangers to discuss your recent sexploits and dole out dishonor badges. You’re finally back in the saddle, and we need to discuss. How many times did we have to tell you that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else?” Lara beams back at me proudly.
I’m so confused. I’m happy to see my friends, but I still can’t wrap my mind around how they’re all here right now. “But that was last night. How did you all get here so fast?”
“Having access to a private jet has its perks!” Lara announces gleefully.
“It’s definitely better than flying economy, that’s for sure,” Bridget says. “But honestly the best part was that it was a direct flight. No more layovers! It’s saves at least three hours. We were here in no time.”
This is insane. “You sent a private jet to bring them here so that you could interrogate me about the fact that I had sex last night?” And this morning.
Lara nods, obviously proud of herself.
“You’re literally insane. You’re a danger to yourself and to others,” I accuse, shaking my head at her.
“Oh please, no harm done!” With a wave of her hand, Lara dismisses away my objections.
“Does Deacon know you wasted hours of jet fuel so that we could gossip? He’s not going to be happy about that!” Deacon’s favorite philanthropic cause is the environment.
“Deacon knows how much I love and care about my friends. And he wants me to be happy,” Lara shrugs. “Why would I have access to the jet if he didn’t want me to use it?”
“I literally cannot with you. I just… cannot,” I tell her. Then I turn to the rest of my friends. I hate it so much that we’re not all in the same city anymore. In San Francisco, I can see Bridget and Cassie when she’s not travelling for work. And since I’ve been on Maui, I can see Lara and Veronica any time I want to. But we haven’t all been together in far too long. I miss our weekly Saturday brunches.
“It’s so good to see you! It’s stupid that Lara sent a plane for this, but I’m so glad that you’re here,” I tell them, hugging Cassie and then Bridget. “I miss you guys way too much. Why can’t we all live in the same place anymore?”
“You’re all welcome to move to Maui,” Veronica offers, waving a hand around her. “Lara has guest rooms for your whole families. Or she can have guesthouses built in the backyard.”
“Guesthouses actually are part of the plan!” Lara agrees. “Who wants me to be their landlady?”
“No one wants that.” Cassie rolls her eyes at Lara. “You’d be all up in our business, even more than you already are.”
“You’d all be lost without me being up in your business. It’s practically a full-time job!” Lara smirks at all of us and takes a sip of her wine.
“Speaking of being up in your business… it’s time to kiss and tell, Nit-Nat Bar!” Veronica announces. Traitor.
I glance around at the rest of my friends for assistance, desperate for anyone to save me. But one-by-one, they all shake their heads at me. Cassie sits back down with Veronica on one of the enormous fuchsia sofas and Bridged claims a matching arm chair opposite Lara. Then they all pick up their wine, ready to interrogate me. I’m surrounded and out of options.
“Every detail,” Veronica orders. “Because finally! I’ve been waiting for this to happen since the day you met Cooper. I don’t know why you didn’t just have sex with him the first night you met.”
“Anecdotal evidence of a one-night stand leading to a happy relationship and marriage is not a good reason to sleep with every single man we cross paths with,” Bridget replies.
“Worked for me. That’s all I’m saying!” Veronica crows happily. She glances down at the enormous diamond ring on her finger, and a soft smile passes over her face.
A one-night stand may have worked out for Veronica, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to work out for anyone else. Especially not me.
Knowing that I’m not going to escape this night alive without telling my friends what they want to know, I take a seat at the other end of Lara’s sofa and prepare to spill. Whatever is going on between Cooper and me, I know that it can’t last. But I resisted Cooper for so long, and then I just couldn’t resist him anymore. It’s not like I didn’t think he was smoking hot the first time I groped him – examined him – at the veterans’ hospital. And I told myself, I wouldn’t give in to it. Not after Dr. Dick making a complete fool of me. Not after wasting two entire years chasing after a not very nice man who didn’t want anything to do with me. Somehow, Cooper and I ended up at an eighties dance, and then we ended up dating, and then we ended up in bed. It all just kind of happened. Not that I would ever admit it to him, but he charmed me.
And I guess, I want it to keep on happening for as long as I’m on Maui. Or at least for as long as Cooper actually wants me. Which, if he’s anything like Dr. Dick, won’t be all that long.
“We just talked last night-”
“Just talked? Ha! Give us the goods already! You didn’t come home last night and you spent all day with him today. And I don’t believe for a single second that you and that hot as fuck man were up all night talking!” Lara shouts from her perch down the sofa.
“Let me finish! He made me dinner, and we sat on his patio as the sun set. It was so romantic. And we talked all night. He asked me about Dr. Dick, but I didn’t want Dr. Dick to ruin anything else, so I didn’t tell him anything. Then he told me about how he got hurt.” I pause, and it’s not for dramatic effect. It’s because I have to take a breath. Every time I think about what Cooper went through, how close he came to dying thousands of miles away from home, all the air just whooshes out of my lungs.
“And then we just-” I trail off, and this time is for dramatic effect. Because what Cooper and I did last night – and today – deserves a dramatic introduction. And a standing ovation.
“I think we were promised details!” Bridget chimes in.
“Details, please!” Veronica adds.
“Inquiring minds and all…” Cassie shrugs.
“Slutty girl ranger badges will only be allocated based on gory details!” Lara says with a devious smile on her face.
“Monsters! All of you!” Taking another big sip of wine, I hold off to create even more drama. I know that there’s no way I’m getting out of this without spilling some more details, not that I mind. Last night was amazing, Cooper was amazing, and being with him felt amazing.
When it seems like the anticipation has built up to the breaking point, I start talking in a rush to get it all out. “It was so good. Like really, really amazing. It was awkward right at the beginning, in that way that it is the first time that you’re with someone. In that moment when I wasn’t sure if he was going to kiss me, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. And then he did. And it was so hot. I mean, I was worried about his hip, of course. But that was the least of our problems. I mean creativity can only be a good thing, right? It was just really, really good. I mean, Cooper knows what he’s doing. Like he knows what he’s doing. And he showed me that he knows what he’s doing… again and again. The man has S-T-A-M-I-N-A. All that Navy SEAL training definitely isn’t going to waste.”
“Ooof-” Bridget lets out a soft sigh. For a second, I think I see a flash of pain cross her face. But it’s gone in an instant, and I’m not sure if I saw it at all. Bridget’s a strong, professional, career woman, but she’s been single for a while now. She doesn’t believe that any woman needs a man, but maybe she wants one? Not that I really have one. At least not for long.
“That feeling of being with someone new is the best,” Lara announces thoughtfully. “I was worried that I was going to miss it, but I don’t. And any time I think maybe I might be missing it – Deacon and I just pretend that we’re different people. Or we re-enact that first night on the patio at his hotel. So hot!”
