by Mercer Scott
“Hey, this is my show now.”
“I thought it was mine.”
“Nope. You planned the most romantic night of my entire life… and now it’s my turn to thank you.” My hands are back at his jeans, finally unbuttoning them and pushing his both them and his boxers down to the ground.
He kicks off his shoes and slips out of his clothes, and then we’re both standing there naked, bathed in the starlight. “That sounds like a fair deal.”
“It’s not,” I promise him.
I press my hands roughly against his chest. “Lie down.”
Cooper raises his eyebrows at me, but then he turns and goes to lie down in the middle of the picnic blanket. I’m watching every movement always keeping an eye out to see if he winces or strains, but he’s getting better every single day. He’s not as graceful as I’m sure he used to be, but he doesn’t seem to be in pain when he lowers himself all the way to the ground and that’s what matters.
“Ready?”
“You have no idea.” Cooper eyes me uncertainly.
Skipping forward, I move to straddle him on my knees. Rubbing my butt against his thighs, I can feel his hard cock press against the soft flesh between my legs. Staring at his chest, I run my hands along it again.
“I want you, Cooper.”
“I want you, too. You have no idea how much.”
Wriggling my vagina against his cock again, I giggle. “Oh, I think I do.”
Leaning up over him, I bring my head down to kiss him. My dark hair falls in a curtain around us as Cooper’s tongue dives into my mouth, wanting more, and taking it. I want to surrender to it. But I want him to surrender to me more. Dragging my lips away from his, I kiss every muscle on his chest and abs as I make my way down his body.
Then I shift, so that I’m sitting behind his cock. Reaching out, I run the tip of my finger along the underside of his hard penis. It hardens even more at my touch. Then I wrap my whole hand around it and stroke it up and down.
“I’ll take you stargazing anytime if this is the thank you I get,” Cooper mutters, his voice husky in the night air. Then he leans back against the pillows and rests his arms behind his head.
Biting my lower lip, I look down at his hard cock just waiting to be licked. I lean down and take his length in my mouth before pulling back to suck on just the tip. His foreskin is thick and heavy in my mouth. It fills me up, just like it does when he’s inside my vagina. My hair falls around me in a curtain again, so it’s just me and Cooper’s penis. Not that I mind, because it’s a really, really beautiful penis.
“I can’t see you. And I need to see this.”
I giggle against his cock in my mouth, and flip my hair so that Cooper can see exactly what I’m doing to him. Torturing his hard cock with my lips, my tongue, and my teeth. I suck on the tip, and then rake my teeth over it. Then I take his full length back in my mouth and suck on it as long and as hard as I can.
“Babe, babe. Enough. I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come now. I don’t want to come in your mouth, let me come inside you,” Cooper begs.
When I lift my head and nod at him, he grabs onto my hips and pulls me forward and lowers me onto his hard cock as I guide him inside me. I thought he was about to come, but he holds on as I ride him. Each time I rise up, I crash back down against him over and over again.
Eventually, Cooper’s hands move inward from my hips and both his thumbs slip inside me, stroking me, until one finds my clit. Cooper pulls his other hand out of me and flips it around, then as I rise up on him, he slides his middle finger along his cock, and as I come down, both slip back inside of me.
“Cooper, what?”
“Is it too much? Too tight? Am I hurting you?” he looks worried.
I slow for a minute and take stock. “You’re not hurting me. It’s…” Cooper starts moving his finger, rubbing it inside me. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Don’t stop.”
Cooper grins up at me. “I won’t, babe. I promise. I thought you’d like that. Now keep moving slowly, up and down. There you go.”
Moving slowly at first, I find my rhythm again as I rise up and crash back down into Cooper again and again. He’s inside me. He’s outside of me. He’s everywhere. With his thumb on my clit and his middle finger pressing hard against the wall of my vagina, I’m feeling an intensity of pleasure that I’ve never felt before. The tension of my orgasm is building inside me, and it’s going to explode sooner rather than later. But as much as I want to know how what he’s doing to me is going to make me feel, I want him to come with me more.
“Cooper, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”
“Me too, babe. Just let go. I’ve got you.”
When Cooper tells me to let go, I do. I can’t not. All reason, all rationality runs out of my mind and all I feel is a whirlwind of pleasure. As my orgasm rips through me, the muscles inside me clench tight against Cooper’s cock – and his finger – and the pleasure only gets more intense. How have I been missing out on feeling this my entire life? How have I been missing out on Cooper Hamilton my entire life?
As my orgasm rages through me in wave after wave as I ride Cooper and his body bucks beneath me, my arms fall to my sides and I stare up at the sky as shooting stars race in front of me. Eyes opened or eyes closed, I’m seeing shooting stars either way.
When our bodies finally stop shaking, Cooper pulls his hands out of me, and then I fall on top of his chest, panting and exhausted. His cock is still inside me, keeping us as connected as two people can be.
“Cooper, that was… that was…”
“I had a feeling you’d like that.”
“I don’t want to know where you learned how to do that. But I’m just really, really glad that you learned how to do that.”
Cooper laughs softly, and his chest rises and falls under my face.
“Was it good for you, too?”
“Every time with you is good for me, too. But you have a sure-fire way of knowing if we’re into it and knowing if we get off. And with you, I’m always into it and I always get off.”
“Well, since what I can feel dripping down my legs is definitely not all me, I’ll take that as a sign that you got off.” Slapping at his chest, I sit up in panic.
“What’s wrong?” Cooper scans behind me looking for threats.
“We didn’t use a condom! Oh my god, we’re adults. How could we be so careless?” I’m a nurse. A health professional. How many kids have I lectured in the ER about safe sex?
“I thought you were on the pill?”
“I am on the pill.”
Cooper frowns at me. “Then do you think maybe you’re over-reacting? You know I haven’t been with anybody but you since my accident. And you haven’t been with anyone else since you came to Maui… have you?”
Now I slap at his chest for real. “Of course, I haven’t been with anyone else!”
“So, then what’s the big deal? If you want me to keep using a condom I will, but I really don’t see the point.”
“Hmmm, I guess I just feel like we’re supposed to? But I am on the pill… And Cooper? I really like how you feel inside me.”
“Well, that we can agree on. Because there’s no place that I’d rather be than inside you.”
Cooper presses his hand against the back of my neck and pulls my head down to his. His lips take mine urgently, like he needs me. Like I’m oxygen. My nipples harden again as they rub against the muscles of his chest. And I can feel his cock start to harden inside me again. The decision about condoms isn’t a later question. Apparently, it’s a right now question. And right now, the last thing I want to do is for Cooper to pull out of me, even if it’s just to put on a condom.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cooper
Arriving back home after a group therapy session, all I’m thinking about seeing Natalia later. I should probably be thinking about the ultimatum or feel heavy about what everyone shared in group, but all I can think about is her. And when I think about her, all I
do is smile.
That is until I see my mother standing outside the front door of my bungalow. I could spot her a mile away in her lavender suit. She always dresses in shades of lavender and lilac to match her eyes. I do the opposite. No one will ever find me wearing any shade of purple. The kids at the fancy private schools my parents sent me to weren’t exactly nice about the fact that I have purple eyes. They used to say I was an alien. The guys in the Navy weren’t much better.
Parking Bertha next to the Lincoln Town Car that my mom is obviously being driven around in, I take a deep breath before climbing out. It’s never a good thing when Lillian Rutherford Hamilton shows up on your doorstep unannounced.
“Hey, Mom… what are you doing here?”
My mother gives me one of her signature frowns. “Is that any way to greet your mother? Your mother who flew to your bedside halfway around the world in Germany six months ago and then brought you here to Maui to recover?”
“Is Germany halfway around the world from Paris? Because that’s where you were when I got hurt. It’s been a long time since I took Geography at that overpriced private school you sent me to in New York, but that’s not how I remember it.”
“Why do you try to upset me, darling? Please tell me why? I came all this way to see you.” My mother crosses her arms over her chest. She may be staring up at me instead of staring down at me like when I was a kid. But the effect is the same. It makes me feel like shit.
“Sorry, Mom. Thank you for coming all this way to see me. It’s good to see you,” I tell her, pulling her into a tight hug.
She squeezes me tight and pats my back for a few seconds before pushing me away. My mother has never been the warm and fuzzy type. It’s just not who she is. But when she holds the back of her hand to my forehead and then my cheek, I feel like I’m five years old again. We always had nannies and housekeepers and every other kind of staff growing up. But when we were sick, my mom would send them all away and take care of us herself. And she always checked our temperatures with the back of her hand, just like this.
“Of course, I came all this way to see you. How are you, darling?” She eyes me up and down.
“I’m okay, Mom. I promise. I’m good.” I take her hand in mine and squeeze it gently.
“You haven’t returned my calls, Cooper. Or my texts. Or my emails. What was I supposed to think?” she demands.
“That I was enjoying Maui?”
“Cooper, really. Enough is enough. I know that the last few months have not been exactly what you would have hoped for. But you’re back home. You’re safe. And you’re still alive.” Her voice breaks just a little bit when she says alive.
“I’m still here. And I’m okay, Mom. I promise.” As much as I loved being a Navy SEAL, I know that it scared my mother that I might not come back home. And then I almost didn’t. I know she was relieved when I was discharged, for more reasons that just me falling back in line with family expectations.
She smiles up at me. “Good. Because it’s time to come home. Now, Cooper darling.”
“Before you get any further into this lecture, can we at least go inside? I’m hungry, and I’m sure you’d love a glass of wine.”
My mother glances disdainfully at the little bungalow. “Fine, but it had better be good wine.”
“Don’t worry, it is. I stole if from the main house.”
“Of course, you did.” My mother doesn’t seem surprised at all. Lillian Hamilton is always a step ahead of her kids, no matter how grown we are. “As much as you like to think you’re the black sheep, you have the same expensive tastes as the rest of us, darling.”
“Only when it’s free.” Reaching out, I turn the handle to the front door and push it open. “After you.”
She walks inside and looks around her with even more disdain than she had for the outside of the house. “I don’t know why you insist on staying down here in this tiny place when the main house is just sitting there empty. If you’re comfortable making good use of the wine cellar, you may as well use the rest of the house, too.”
“I like it down here. This place suits me more than the main house ever did. You know it’s true, Mom.” Heading into the kitchen, I’m not surprised when she doesn’t follow me. My mother doesn’t do kitchens. After opening one of the bottles of white wine I keep in the fridge for Natalia, I pour myself several fingers of bourbon. One minute I’m flying down the Maui highway thinking about my girl, and the next I’m fending off an ambush by my mother. Keep the bourbon coming.
Walking out into the living room, I find my mother perched on the arm of the sofa. She looks like she couldn’t commit to actually sitting down anywhere in this house.
“Thank you. I assume you liberated that bourbon from the main house you prefer not to stay in, as well.”
“What can I say? The wine cellar and bourbon collection are impeccable.”
“I know. I paid for them,” she reminds me as she walks over to the front window.
I let out a sharp, bark of laughter. “Send me a receipt.”
This little house may be small, but the view is even better than from the main house. This house is closer to the beach. The view extends across the front of the house, and it feels like you’re right on the beach.
“I do see why you enjoy it so much here, dear. But you can’t really hope to stay here. Maui is a lovely place for a vacation. That’s why your grandparents bought this property. But it’s no place to live. What would you do for work? What kind of life would you have?”
“A happy one? One I like? Mom, I’m sorry. But I don’t want to come back and work for the company. I just… it’s not me. You know it’s not me. It never has been. I can’t pretend to be something that I’m not. I know you want me to be happy, and I wouldn’t be happy like that.” As I let out a long sigh, part of me wishes that I could be the son my parents want me to be. At least then they’d be happy, even if I know I wouldn’t be.
“Of course, I want you to be happy, darling. But happiness isn’t getting everything we want and chasing our childhood dreams. We all have to grow up and grow into the lives we’re meant to lead as adults. I know that it’s hard for you to let your time in the Navy go. But it’s over now. And now is the time to look towards the future. And your future is most certainly not here on Maui.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut because I’m starting to think my future is right here on Maui. Natalia’s here on Maui. But I’m not about to tell my mother that. I don’t need her setting her sights on Natalia and blaming her for me not moving back to New York like I’m supposed to.
“You know I don’t like to have to do this. But your father and I have discussed it, and we’re not going to fund this little vacation of yours any longer. You need to come home to New York and find a job. There will always be a place for you at the Hamilton Corporation, but even if that’s not what you choose to do, you need to do something, darling.”
“What about my trust fund?”
“As you well know, you won’t have access to your trust fund until your thirty-fifth birthday. Your grandmother Hamilton had some sense. Do you think you can make it another six years on your Navy pension?” The smile she gives me says that she definitely doesn’t think so.
“I’ve been doing just fine for the last eight months.” This is serious. My parents only threaten to cut any of us off when they actually intend to follow through with it.
“You’ve been living rent free and stealing expensive liquor from your parents like a teenager.” My mother puts down her drink, and then wipes her hands together in front of her. That’s what she does when she wants to put an end to unpleasant topics she’s done discussing. Apparently, I’m the unpleasant topic this time.
“You and dad are going to kick me out and cut me off?” I demand before grasping desperately for a way out. “Was this your idea or his? Does everyone else know you’re trying to do this to me?”
“Don’t sound petulant, darling. We’re only trying to help you. I
t’s time to move forward, stop focusing on what you’ve lost, and take stock of everything you have left. Everything you can build towards in your future. You have a long life ahead of you now, Cooper. And I’m not going to let you waste it.”
“I wasn’t wasting my life in the Navy. Being a SEAL was the most important thing I’ll ever do. Without that, there’s nothing left. Why do you and dad refuse to understand that?” We’re still having the same damn fight that we’ve been having for the last eleven years.
“Serving your country was very important, darling. But one day, I hope that you make me a grandmother. And when you’re a parent, you’ll know that that’s the most important thing that you’ll ever do. Now you get a chance to do that, and to live a very long life.”
“Is that what you have planned for me? You’re going to force me to come back to New York, start working at the company, and then start setting me up with whatever debutants you can scare up so I can give you grandkids? No thank you, Mom. Not interested.” I throw my hands up in the air and turn away from her. I need some space, so I start pacing back and forth across the living room. For once, I wish I was up at the main house so that I’d have more room to pace. I swore that my parents’ life would never be mine. And just because I can’t be a Navy SEAL anymore doesn’t mean that I’m going to give up on everything that I believe. And I’m damn sure not marrying any fake socialites named Annabelle or Cecilia. Why are they always named Annabelle or Cecilia?
“Why do you insist on being so dramatic, dear? You’re not being forced into an arranged marriage! Your father and I expect you to move home and get a job. We hope that’s with the company. But if you choose to do something else, no one is going to stop you. We have always been proud of you, Cooper.”
My mother raised five kids all while being the most terrifying woman on the Upper East Side. She’s not going to cave on this. And if she wants me home this badly, my father isn’t going to do anything to help me. This is really happening. I move back home and do what they want or all the money is gone. I never cared about my family’s money, but it’s not like I’ve been living strictly on my Navy salary for the last eleven years, either. And I have no leads on a new career. Doing what I did as a Navy SEAL didn’t give me a whole lot of transferrable skills to fall back on. Not that I’ve been spending much time trying to come up with any job prospects lately. I’ve been making much better use of my time spending it with Natalia.
