Cooper

by Hazel Parker

  Then he entered me in one firm, hard surge.

  I knew he was big, and I had a feeling it would be uncomfortably good, but I wasn’t prepared for how much. My hands gripped his shoulders as he thrust to the hilt.

  I bit my lip as the pain hit me.

  Our eyes met, and I saw realization come to his eyes.

  Then he was cursing.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  COOPER

  She felt like a virgin.

  But it was impossible.

  It didn’t change the fact that she was tight as a drum and sucking me in so pleasurably, which meant she hadn’t been penetrated in a long, long time.

  And it didn’t change the fact that I practically rammed inside her like a goddamn truck.

  I watched her face take on a painful expression, which she tried to hide quickly. But she couldn’t hide the tenseness of her body as she tried to drive off the pain, and the way she bit her lip to keep from saying something. Instead, her hands gripped my shoulders, and she didn’t move, the trust in the gesture so solid that it staggered me.

  I didn’t move, either, staying as I was and telling myself over and over not to fuck her right then and there. Pleasure singed me, my cock throbbing with the intensity of it at being wrapped by her hot, wet core. She was pulsing, and I was pulsing, but I wanted to treat her right.

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her lips. She responded immediately, holding on.

  “Don’t be.”

  Shit. I didn’t deserve her. And she didn’t deserve this.

  Vowing to make it better, I kept my body still, even while my muscles strained. I showered her with soft kisses, tasting every inch of skin exposed until I was all but steeped in it. She made me drown, and in such a wonderful way that I couldn’t even complain. She kissed me back, her hands moving to lightly touch my body. Bit by bit, I felt her body relaxing until she was more relaxed in my arms. When I thumbed her nipple, she writhed, a soft moan coming out of her mouth.

  It was all the signal I needed.

  Slowly, I slid out of her, taking care not to make any big movements. She watched me raptly, never breaking the gaze—and if anything, it only served to make my hold on my own control strenuous. When my tip was at her entrance again, I paused, finding her mouth once more and tangling my tongue with hers.

  Then I slid back in.

  This time, slowly, and she no longer tensed as I was fully in again. She even lifted her hips up and met my thrust, and the way she clamped on me had me trying to fight off from coming too early. I hadn’t been this enamored by a woman in a long time, if ever, and to try to fight off the rising desire was no longer in my power.

  As if she heard my thoughts, Sara’s hands reached out and pulled me down until I was pressed fully against her. She adjusted her hips and spread her legs wider, then whispered words in my ear that had me going hot and cold at the same time.

  “Fuck me, Cooper.”

  It was unusual hearing something so naughty from her lips. It was also so damn erotic and the last straw. I surged in, then surged out, setting a rhythm that gave her firm stroke after firm stroke and had her moaning over and over. I urged Sara to wrap her legs around my hips. Then I quickened my movements, pistoning my hips against hers until I felt heat building inside me at a rapid pace. My balls tingled every time they slapped against her skin, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

  Wanting her to come for the third time for me, I ducked down and sucked on her breasts again, my hand playing with the neglected one. My other hand gripped her hip, I shifted my hips so my shaft would press on her G spot. My finger touched her sensitive bud, pressing against it teasingly until I felt her tense against me. Then she was shaking as she sobbed out my name, the pleasure consuming her as her face contorted in pure bliss.

  It was too much. It was perfection and more, scorching and burning me completely. I pumped inside her with all my strength, her muscles clamping around my cock over and over like a vice.

  My orgasm came abruptly, making me tense and freeze before my body bucked repeatedly as the pressure crumbled. Every emotion came flowing out, and I emptied myself inside her as I became blind and deaf in an instant. But the deafness disappeared as blood roared in my ears, and I was racked with crackle after crackle of electricity that had me still pumping.

  The intensity of my climax finally began to dissipate. I almost collapsed on top of her but managed to stop myself as I rolled our bodies until we were side by side. She gasped. Then she leaned against me, and our heads leaned forward as our hot breaths mixed.

  “I told you that you’re not too old for this,” I drawled.

  Sara answered with a high, sweet laugh.

  *****

  We got one more round in on the couch, where Sara straddled me and rode me like a proper cowgirl. It was just as intense as the first one, and the way she was shy at first but eventually took control of the situation was the single sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. I let her take the reins, watching as she teased me and evolved into a confident, mischievous woman who had only one goal in mind: to drive me crazy beyond my wildest fantasies.

  And she did. She succeeded so much that I came before her, and I had to make up for it by eating her out all over again until she was screaming from the pleasure.

  As midnight approached we crashed in bed, our bodies sore from the workout sessions. I usually had the stamina of a horse, but with Sara, it was like control was beyond me and all I could was grit my teeth and do my best to dim my senses so I could watch her explode for me first. Now, I watched as Sara closed her eyes and cuddled against me, her soft curves aligning against my hard ones and her warmth seeping into my skin. I kept watching her as her eyes closed, then her mouth uttered a soft sigh before she was sleeping soundly.

  And I knew that even when I wasn’t inside her, I was bound to lose control in every way.

  I ached. I ached for her still, but I closed my eyes and let myself rest.

  Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

  *****

  The next morning was supposed to be all about the awkwardness, as it usually was. Most of the women I was with either wanted to cuddle and talk, or just leave without a second glance. There were no in-betweens.

  But when Sara’s eyes fluttered open and her expression turned shy, it felt like the most natural thing in the world for me to smile until she was smiling, too. We grinned at each other, then covered our mouths with pillows as we teased each other about our bad breaths. She told me to go take a shower first, and I followed her advice and simply got out of bed and sauntered over to the bathroom without a stitch of clothing. I didn’t miss the way she ogled my ass.

  After showering, I got out to an empty, already made up bedroom. Feeling a little disappointed she didn’t bother to join me I wandered downstairs. I found Sara in the kitchen, dressed in a loose shirt and new shorts, with her hair damp. She must have used another bathroom. She looked as delectable as breakfast. Sara looked up at the sound of my footsteps, and the way hunger flashed in her blue eyes when they met mine had me wanting to take her right there on the counter.

  Which was why it took me a while to see the smoke and smell the burning coming from the cooking pan she held in hand.

  She realized it a second later, her eyes widening and her body jumping back. Then she frantically turned off the stove and shoved the pan in the sink, where she let the running water ease the smoke off. The smoke detector rang, and I got there just in time to see the burnt food before I focused on her disappointed expression.

  “I can’t even cook eggs right,” she muttered.

  It shouldn’t have amused me. But it did, and I found myself laughing before I could stop it. Sara shot me a glare, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting amused. Eventually, her glare turned into a reluctant stare, then into a smile that slid into a full-time grin by the time I was done laughing. She shook her head and stood on a stool to reach for the fire alarm on the ceiling, the action sliding her sh
irt up until I could see her creamy torso.

  Desire shot straight to my groin. I thought I had been fulfilled last night, but apparently, that wasn’t the case. Feeling mischievous, I waited for her to turn off the alarm completely. Then I scooped her by the ankles, ignoring her gasp as I caught her bridal style as she fell down.

  Sara glared at me again and made some sort of protest. Remaining quiet, I plopped her butt on the edge of the kitchen island and settled my hands on her waist, noticing just how tiny but firm it was. Then I gazed at her lips, which parted and had my throat going dry.

  “Do you want breakfast?”

  “I want this type of breakfast,” I growled before I leaned in to kiss her.

  It didn’t stop with a kiss. Before we knew it, we were both consumed by the need and frantically removing our clothes. I caught the naughty gleam in her eyes, got distracted all over again. Sara hopped off the counter, pushing me away.

  Then she shocked me when she kneeled down and began to slide her tongue down my erection.

  I choked on my own breath. My body shuddered as my senses intensified, all of them going down and blasting me as she wrapped her lips around my hard cock. She was no expert, but her eagerness as she sucked and licked me had me groaning out her name repeatedly. Then her hand caressed my balls, and I knew I wasn’t going to last long if I let her continue.

  I pulled her up. Then I kissed her hard until she melted against me, backing her against the counter. I turned her around and slid her shorts down, cupping her breast and flicking her nipple as I did so. Then I slid my cock inside her from behind, reveling in her gasp, then her moan, as I didn’t give her time to adjust and slid into her right away.

  It was a downward spiral from then on as our lust for each other took over. Sara pressed her ass against me every time I surged in, and soon she was trembling and calling out my name. I moved some more before the need consumed me, and soon I was spilling my seed inside her and sucking on her neck as I tried not to fly off from the intense feelings.

  Sara giggled after a while, then groaned. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

  “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  This time, it was her stomach that groaned, which had her bursting out in warm laughter. I chuckled and turned her around, watching her sparkling eyes as she said she’d attempt to cook again.

  “Let me do the cooking,” I said.

  “What do I do?”

  “Just stay there and watch the Master.”

  She scoffed.

  “And come to Texas with me for Thanksgiving.”

  She stared at me. I stared back, just standing there and waiting.

  “Are you sure?” she asked softly. “This isn’t you feeling sorry that I’ll be alone? You know I’ll be fine.”

  “I know you’ll be fine. I want you to come with me. See my life there.”

  Silence filled the kitchen.

  Then, to my surprise, Sara smiled. Then she nodded her head.

  “Okay. Why not?”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  SARA

  Red Rock wasn’t the type of place I would have typically ever visited. But the moment I stepped out off the plane and rode through the roads filled with sand, soil, and bushes, I realized that this was the first time in a long while I’d ever been anywhere connected to nature—well, other than the beach, of course. The mountains and rock formations from afar were postcard perfect, and the sky was so blue.

  I settled back in the pickup truck that Cooper drove, watching as he could barely contain his smile. He was as laidback as he’d always been, but there was a certain excitement coming from him that energized me, too. At the same time, I was nervous, though I tried my best not to let it show. I didn’t even know why I agreed to this.

  Okay, fine, so maybe I knew. If I was being honest with myself, I didn’t want to be alone on Thanksgiving, especially when my kids confirmed that they really wouldn’t be able to come home. I also didn’t want to feel sorry for myself or push myself at anyone in the city who probably had plans with their partners and such. Even Honey arranged to go home, and that was saying something about my status.

  So when Cooper offered, it had been rationality that had me accepting. And now, here I was, in a town I didn’t know and about to meet the family of the younger guy I was fooling around with.

  If that doesn’t make you nervous, then I don’t know what would.

  A few minutes later, we finally arrived in an area that had stores, a sprinkling of charming houses and a park. It had the appeal of a slumbering town, though I had a feeling that was on purpose—probably to charm tourists like me, because the airport had been pretty modern and indicated this was more city than town. Cooper drove inside a gated area, and my eyes widened as I eyed the huge house that was made of modern wood and glass.

  “This is your house?”

  “Hmm. My parent’s house.”

  He parked in front, and we got out with our luggage. The front door opened, and out came a woman with blond hair the same color as Cooper’s. She had some distinguished gray mixed in, and the resemblance was uncanny when she smiled and a dimple appeared on her right cheek.

  “Hello! You’re finally here,” she said, her tone raspy and her Texan drawl deeper than Cooper’s.

  “Hey, mom. Good to see you.” Cooper hugged her right away, lifting her in the air until she laughed. When he finally settled her back on the ground, she turned to me.

  Cooper took my hand firmly, then wrapped his fingers around mine.

  “Mom this is Sara, Sara this is my mom Martha.”

  Mortification filled me as the older woman eyed me. I almost took a step back, but Cooper’s hand squeezed mine and told me not to make a move.

  The older woman smiled warmly. Then she held out a hand, which I shook even through my shaking nerves.

  “It’s wonderful to meet someone who Cooper speaks of so highly. Welcome to our humble home.”

  And just like that, I was welcomed inside one of the warmest, coziest homes I’d ever been to. His brothers were there with their wives and kids, all with different shades of blond and just as mind-blowingly attractive as he was. There was more curiosity in their gazes than most, and speculation that I knew would be brought out once Cooper was alone. But he didn’t leave me alone, his hand transferring to my lower back as he stirred me in and silently assured me at the same time that it was alright.

  I met his father, James Oliver, right after, who had the same beautiful gray eyes and looked healthier than I thought he would. He shook my hand firmly, his eyes lighting up when he found out that I ran a marketing business. Before I knew it, we were talking business, and I found out that he had a tenacious and sharp mind behind his affable, laidback appearance. I could see the admiration flash in his eyes when I explained how I took over the business after my husband’s death and how I kept it up until now, and it was quite warming.

  Just before lunch, a new arrival came in the form of their youngest sibling, Jane. She barged into the house and announced her presence with a bright yell, one that had everyone swarming around her for hugs and asking where her date was. She rolled her eyes and insisted to them that they were being ridiculous, then finally noticed me standing to the side and watching the loud family in fascination.

  Her eyes practically gleamed. Then she was making a beeline towards me, beaming before she even got there and shaking my hand enthusiastically as she introduced herself.

  If the whole family was friendly, they were nothing compared to Jane. She was a little ball of actual sunshine, vibrating with energy and bouncing around. The lunch table was full of stories and antics that had me amused, as I thought this must be how they were all the time. They teased each other, and the conversation was light-hearted and full of positivity.

  When lunch was done and we had tidied up, I walked to the back porch, where I was blown away by land so vast and beautiful. There were stables upon stables filled with ranch animals, and a vegetable garde
n at the side that was thriving. Beyond that was a forest with a lake, where a swing hanging on a thick branch indicated that this was where the kids hung out when they were growing up. Cooper took me to where the horse stables, and I was so giddy at the sight of them.

  It was a day full of absorbing ranch life and getting to know how things worked. Part of me was happy that I got to see what running a ranch business was like in person, and another part of me just began to unwind and simply enjoy the quietness of this kind of life. It was no wonder Cooper was the laidback type, never missing a beat but never getting too worked up over anything, either.

  Time flew. I didn’t even realize that it was already early evening, not until Cooper pulled me aside and sat me down on top of a wooden fence. He wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder as we watched the most beautiful sunset of orange and red. It should have been awkward with his family around, but I had never felt more comfortable in my life as I just sat there in contentment.

  Cooper pulled me towards the stables, where he brought me to a horse: Sally. She was such a beautiful creature, and we brushed her hair down before feeding her some carrots. She neighed and nuzzled my hair, and I cooed in response and told her what a good girl she was.

  Hands wrapped around my waist. Then Cooper’s body pressed against mine from behind as he nuzzled me on the neck, making me giggle as I pushed his hand off. I gasped when he turned me around, grinning at me with that sinful dimple before he bent his head down to capture my mouth in a soft, intimate kiss.

  My belly stirred at how sensual he was, even if it was just a kiss. My body ached as I realized we hadn’t kissed at all today, too busy and absorbed with our new environment and all the fun it brought. I kissed him back willingly, eagerly, my hands running down his hair. He backed me against the gate of an empty stable box, hidden by some stacked hays.

  “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he said.

  “Me, too,” I admitted in a whisper, running my mouth down his neck and sucking on it.

  “I just can’t get enough of you,” he murmured against my cheek, his voice rough and turning the stirring higher. I quickly slid his shirt off and ran my hands all over muscles that were sweaty, getting so turned on at his feel and smell. I wanted to jump his body and ravage him, and I wanted to run my tongue down that glistening skin and lap him up like a hungry cat.