Cooper: Casanova Club #8

by Ali Parker

Things like hosting dinner parties, taking quality high-contrast pictures for their social-media feeds, pairing their shoes to their outfits, and making small talk in the grocery store with influential people in the town.

  But they did not know their daughter.

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  “What are you doing?”

  I looked over the top of the page and down at Piper, who’d propped herself up on her elbows and was peering up at me from behind her sunglasses. If she was scowling, I couldn’t tell.

  I closed the book. “Checking out if Morris is as clever with his words as he claims to be.”

  Piper made a swipe for the book, but I pulled back. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and glared hard at me with a scowl and a half. “Give it back. Please.”

  “But I just started reading. I want to know if poor Annabeth gets the unconditional love from her parents she’s clearly craving.”

  Piper rolled her eyes and let out a growl as she swung her legs over the side of the chair. “Don’t be an ass, Cooper. You’re not his target audience.”

  “Target audience?”

  She stood up and planted her hands on her hips. “Yes. Target audience. In other words, the book wasn’t written for guys like you.”

  I chuckled. “Clearly. For starters, he named his main character ‘Annabeth’.”

  “What’s wrong with that?”

  “She’s clearly a virgin.”

  Piper stared blankly at me.

  I grinned. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

  “So what if she is?”

  I tossed the book back into her hands. “Boring.”

  Piper clutched the book close to her chest, like it was a bag of family heirlooms. Interesting. Then she took a defiant step toward me. “You have no appreciation for fiction. Or art. Or creativity of any kind that isn’t making pictures in the sand with your own urine.”

  I stroked my chin. “You know, you’re not wrong.”

  “That’s gross.”

  “No, what’s gross is that you’re going to waste your time reading a shitty book about a shitty girl with shitty problems. All because you’re swooning over a writer. What’s the big deal? He tells stories about high school girls. How is that a turn on?”

  “It’s not,” Piper snapped.

  “Then why are you cradling his book like it’s his fucking heart?”

  Piper looked at the book in her arms and then back up at me. “Books are special to me. It has nothing to do with who wrote it.”

  “Bound paper and glue are important to you?”

  “Yes,” she growled.

  “Why?”

  “I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

  I folded my arms over my chest. “Try me.”

  Piper prickled and shook her head once. Then she slid her feet into her sandals and went to brush past me. I blocked her way, and she tilted her head back to glare defiantly up at me. “Move.”

  “Why? Can’t we just have a conversation?”

  “You’re trying to provoke me,” she said.

  “Me? Never. Although for what it’s worth, you’re really fucking sexy when you’re angry.”

  Her nostrils flared. Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. Then again, I was having a hell of a good time.

  Piper’s eyes narrowed into slits, and she took an aggressive step forward. My size and weight didn’t seem to perturb her in the slightest as she clutched Aaron’s book in one hand and jabbed me in the chest with the other. “You know, I was just starting to think there might be an actual human being under this douche-bag playboy mask you insist on wearing. But lo and behold, there’s not. There’s nothing but a shallow, weak, ignorant, pigheaded, cruel boy underneath all the bravado.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Oh, fucking bite me, Cooper. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To rile me up? To make me feel insecure for enjoying a book?”

  I shrugged one shoulder. “I didn’t want anything. I was just—”

  “I’m done being manipulated. I thought—I thought—” She shook her head and let out a frustrated sigh. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Say it.”

  “No.”

  “You scared?” I challenged.

  She squared her shoulders. “I thought we were actually starting to get to know each other. I thought you were trying. But clearly that’s beyond you.”

  Piper moved to brush past me again, but I stepped in her path. “Listen, I wasn’t trying to make you this upset. I just—”

  She jabbed me in the chest again. “You’re only backpedaling now because you pushed too far. You’re not going to talk your way out of it this time. I’m done with you.”

  “Piper—”

  “I said I’m done.” She seethed. “I don’t care how much money you have. I don’t care how lavish your parties are or how big your house is. And I don’t care that you’re a Rockefeller. You’re a jerk, Cooper. Nothing more. I can’t believe I thought I was going to be able to make this work. So congratulations. You win. I’m out. And you—” She raised her hand to jab me again.

  I caught her wrist. She stared up at me, and I stared down at her, and the world faded into white noise around us.

  “Enough,” I growled.

  She tried to pull away, but I held fast.

  “You made your point,” I said.

  “Let me go.”

  “Are you going to poke me again?”

  Her lips twisted into a snarl. “I’m going to kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go.”

  I released her. She held her ground, glaring up at me like a feral cat, and then her eyes flicked to my lips.

  So I wasn’t the only one feeling the tension. The heat.

  I couldn’t kiss her. It was wrong. She was furious. And I was angry, too. She’d said a few choice things that hit me in all the wrong places, but fuck, having her rise to the occasion like that was a turn on. It didn’t make sense in my head, but regardless, my cock was aching for her.

  No, I thought sharply, willing my body to obey my mind. Kissing her now was crossing a line.

  Piper’s lips parted, and she breathed heavily. Her eyes lingered on my lips, and she stayed where she was, not retreating. The air between us only grew more electric. I could have sworn I could hear it popping and sizzling all around us.

  She pinched her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Fuck me.

  Piper dropped her book on the lounge chair. My pulse fluttered in my throat. She stepped closer.

  “We shouldn’t,” she whispered.

  “You’re right.”

  “But…”

  “But what?”

  She closed her eyes and dropped her head.

  I reached out, drawn in by the swell of her lips and her breasts and her hips, and I rested a finger under her chin. Her eyes fluttered open, and her cheeks turned pink.

  “Cooper,” she breathed.

  “Hush,” I demanded, and then I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers and she closed the space between us.

  CHAPTER 13

  PIPER

  Push him away.

  My brain was struggling to send messages to my body. I knew this was a mistake, but try as I might, I couldn’t separate my lips from Cooper’s.

  His tongue slipped beneath my teeth.

  A soft moan escaped me, and Cooper pulled me in closer. The air around us buzzed and seemed to light on fire. The heat might have just been the afternoon Nassau sun.

  Or it wasn’t.

  Cooper was dangerous levels of sexy. I couldn’t decide if I hated him or needed him. He’d pushed me far past the point of anger, and now he had his tongue halfway down my throat.

  Who the hell did he think he was?

  Right. A Rockefeller.

  Not only was I sucking face with a man who’d had me spiraling into a blind rage seconds ago, but also a son of one of the wealthiest families in the world.

  No pressure.

  Cooper pulled away. “Stop thinking.”
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  He pushed my hair off my face and moved back in for more deep kisses. His touch trailed down my cheek and then my neck to linger at my collarbone. He ran his thumb over the strap of my pink swimsuit that was secured behind my neck and then snapped it playfully.

  Damn him for making me smile in a moment like this.

  Damn him for everything.

  And damn me for not having enough willpower to stop this before we took it too far.

  Cooper slid his fingers under the strap and worked his way to the nape of my neck, where he slowly began drawing the bow apart. The beads on the end danced between my shoulder blades, and my skin responded with goosebumps.

  The bow came undone. Cooper released the end, and the two straps fell forward and, with it, the cups of my bikini.

  “Damn,” Cooper breathed, soaking in the sight of my nakedness. “You’re sexier than I imagined.”

  I wanted his flattery to not work on me. But it did work. I smiled, took the hem of his shirt, and began working to undo the buttons. I took my time, slowly inching upward until the final button was left. I popped it open with my thumb and looked upon his bare torso like it was the first time.

  In reality, I’d been staring at his body all month. But now it was mine.

  Pressing my palms to his chest, I ran my hands over the swell of his muscles. Cooper cupped my breasts in his hands and bowed his head to devour my mouth with more kisses. When he parted, his eyes bored into mine. “We should go inside.”

  I nodded. Words were not presently at my disposal.

  Cooper eyes flicked over my shoulder to the beach down below. People passing by wouldn’t be able to see my nakedness, but if someone got the idea to come up the stairs into his yard, they’d have a full view of us preparing to get busy. I knew for a fact that Cooper was too protective of a man to let anyone else see me in my present state.

  And I didn’t want to be seen either.

  “Lead the way,” I said.

  Cooper took my hand in his, and we turned toward the house. I hurried after him on the tips of my toes across the hot patio. I kept my right arm pressed across my breasts, just in case someone saw, and once we slipped inside and he closed the door, I let my arm fall away.

  He led me into the living room, spun me around so my back was to his sofa, and then pushed me down by my shoulders.

  I landed sitting on the edge of the sofa in front of him. He stayed on his feet, staring down at me.

  “Should we go upstairs?” I asked, casting a wary glance over my shoulder at the backyard.

  “Nobody can see you in here,” he said. Then he reached for his belt and began undoing it.

  I stared at the bulge growing in his shorts and licked my lips. “You’re sure?”

  “Positive. Just stay low.”

  Stay low? Was this who I was now? The girl who was going to fuck a near stranger on his sofa in front of a bunch of wide-open windows in a mansion on the beach?

  Yes. You are.

  Cooper pulled his belt free of the loops and discarded it on the floor. I ran my tongue along the inside of my teeth and watched as he slowly undid the fly of his shorts. He was watching me. I didn’t care.

  He dropped his shorts. There was nothing underneath. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  Cooper was very well endowed.

  Very well.

  My breath hitched in my throat as he took hold of his cock and rubbed himself a few times. Part of me had wondered if his ego was overcompensating for a small prize in his pants. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

  He was huge. Dangerously huge.

  I looked up at him and found him smiling at me.

  “Something wrong, babe?” he asked, cocking his head to the side innocently.

  “No.”

  “You’re sure?”

  I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

  Cooper chuckled and leaned forward, bracing himself on the back of the sofa and pinning me between his arms. I leaned back as he pressed in closer, caging me in. I was overwhelmed with his scent: firewood, musk, and sunscreen. Glorious. Masculine. Summertime.

  “Don’t be scared, Piper. I’m going to take good care of you.”

  I hoped he couldn’t see me shaking. In an effort to look like I was keeping my shit together, I closed my hands over both my breasts and pushed them together playfully. “You’d better.”

  Cooper grinned. And then the time for talking ended.

  Cooper descended upon me, planting one knee between my thighs as he ravaged me with kisses. While his tongue explored my mouth, he untied the bows of my bikini bottoms on my hips. He ran his fingers along my lower stomach, tracing the line of my swimsuit, and then pushed down until his hand rested between my legs. He cupped my pussy and let out a deep, masculine groan.

  How long had he been waiting for this? Probably since the minute I showed up. There was no denying how good it felt to be desired like this, and I desired him, too.

  I ran my hands up his back and over his shoulders. He took it as an invitation and rubbed his fingers slowly over my pussy, massaging my clit gently and attentively. I worked to keep it together, to stop myself from sighing, but I didn’t last very long.

  After a minute or so, my hips were rolling of their own accord. Cooper smiled into our kiss and eased a finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he said. His voice was deep and husky with need.

  I reached for his cock and stroked him slowly.

  He slid another finger inside me. I moaned desperately beneath him. Cooper nipped at my lips and flicked his fingers in a come-hither motion, nearly pushing me over the edge. Right when I thought I was going to lose it, he slowed, smiled against my lips, and chuckled. “It’s not that easy, baby girl. You have to earn it.”

  I shuddered.

  “That’s it,” he cooed. “Hold it.”

  It was cruel torture. Delicious cruel torture.

  “Do you have a condom?” I asked. My words were pinched and clipped. I could hardly get them out without moaning and melting into a puddle of desire at his fingertips.

  “So quick to skip to the end, babe.”

  “I need you,” I whispered.

  Cooper paused. His eyes searched mine. Then a smile curled his lips, and his mouth crashed against mine. I worked him over in my hands, and he pushed his fingers deeper inside me. I moaned into his mouth and rolled my hips. He obliged my hunger with deep thrusts until I couldn’t take it any longer. My muscles tightened.

  “That’s it,” he said, sliding his cheek along mine to whisper in my ear. “Come for me.”

  And I did.

  He clamped his free hand over my mouth as I cried out with pleasure and succumbed to my orgasm. Little stars exploded in my vision, and I felt like I was floating. I came hard and fast, and Cooper only slowed when my body relaxed.

  Then he kissed my cheek, my jaw, and let his hand fall from my mouth. “You’re so fucking hot, Piper. Fuck.”

  “Condom,” I whispered shakily.

  “Don’t move.”

  I didn’t plan on it. Even if I wanted to, I suspected I would have a hard time walking after that orgasm. I stayed where I was and waited, and Cooper disappeared up the stairs to return seconds later. He was bold, walking around his house completely naked. His confidence was real and not a farce, and that only turned me on more.

  “Turn around,” Cooper demanded.

  I did as I was told but, apparently, not well enough because he wrapped an arm around my hips and hauled me higher, up to my knees. Then he pressed a hand into my lower back, forcing me to arch my spine.

  “Stay there,” he said.

  I watched over my shoulder as he tore open the condom wrapper, discarded it on the floor, and rolled it over his length. He moved his hips forward and ran his cock against my sloppy wet pussy.

  Cooper grabbed my ass and squeezed hard. I whimpered, and he gave me a rough slap that made me yelp and then giggle in the aftermath. He was rough and in charge. And I liked it.
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  A lot.

  He eased himself into me one inch at a time.

  I brought my arms up to the back of the sofa and gripped the cushions as I braced myself. I’d never been with someone so big, and I couldn’t deny that I was a little worried. I sucked in a sharp breath and muffled a moan of pain into the pillows.

  Cooper didn’t force me. He pulled out and worked himself slowly, warming me up, getting me relaxed. I melted against the sofa, and my grip loosened. A sigh left my lips as he ran his hands up to my waist and held on to me as he fucked me nice and slow.

  “Yes,” I breathed.

  He leaned over me. His breath was hot against the back of my neck. “Does that feel good, baby?”

  I nodded and pressed back against him. He chuckled against my skin before pressing his teeth to my shoulder. Then he took a fistful of my hair and pulled hard. I gasped as I was forced to stare up at the ceiling, and he didn’t wait for me to get my bearings. He pushed in deep.

  A cry escaped my lips that was half pleasure, half pain, and when he thrust hard and wild behind me, the pain slipped away entirely.

  Cooper pushed me forward as he rocked against me. I was going to come undone far too fast. My world spun as my breathing quickened. I moaned and sighed, and he tightened his grip on my hair before slapping my ass hard enough to sting.

  Then he pulled me up against him so my shoulder blades were even with his chest. I was on display for anyone who might come into his yard. And I didn’t give a damn.

  He reached around in front of me and rubbed my clit. His hips never slowed. I turned my face to the side, straining against his hold on my hair, and I reached behind me to draw him down to me for a kiss. He obliged, and when I could barely hold on to my second climax, he pinched my bottom lip between his teeth and let out a primal sound in the back of his throat.

  My self-control shattered.

  I cried out as I came. Cooper dropped his head to nibble at my neck and shoulders, and his climax was quick to follow. He swelled inside me, and the intensity of my orgasm doubled. He pushed me forward roughly and bucked wildly against me as he came.

  When he finished, I didn’t want the moment to end. I was still desperately hungry for him, and for the first time all month, I didn’t feel so alone.