Jilted

by Sawyer Bennett

  In one long stride I'm on her.

  Over her.

  Pressing her tight into the wall with my hands holding her face. My mouth slams down on hers and I'm rewarded with a long moan from Eden.

  My head spins as I'm thrown completely off balance by the fact that this is all so familiar, and yet it's very different at the same time. Eden and I grew up together and she was the woman I told everything to. This woman right now is sophisticated and worldly, not someone I would ever see myself in the same league with.

  Yet her mouth is the same.

  That exquisite fucking tongue better than I remember.

  Those lips that excel not only at kissing but at sucking cock.

  God, Eden was so good at getting me off with that mouth.

  And just thinking of that causes lust to spear through me so powerfully my dick swells faster than it ever has in my life. Without thinking, I haul Eden up, moving my hands from her face to her ass. Her legs part, wrap around me, and squeeze as I grind my dick right into the soft center of her. Our mouths never stop their devouring path, and our breathing becomes harsh and uncontrolled. Christ I want to pull her shorts down and slam my way home, fuck her right here up against the wall.

  But this is Eden, and she's unlike any other. She's everything I remembered but exponentially sexier. Merely kissing her brings up a lot of emotions because our history changes things a bit.

  With regret, I pull my mouth away from hers but still keep her pinned to the wall. "Eden..."

  "Please don't stop," she breathes into my mouth as she places hers against mine again.

  I indulge in one more deep kiss, and pull away again. "Eden...let's talk a moment."

  She focuses on me, the passion clearing slightly from her eyes. "I swear my intent isn't to use you--"

  I put a hand over her mouth to shut her up. "I know it's not. It's just I want to make sure we know what this is going in. It's been a long time since we've known each other, and, well...rebound sex isn't love and romance sex. It's just...sex."

  Eden tilts her head and her eyebrows draw inward. "I feel like you're preparing me for something here."

  I smile at her softly, dropping my forehead to hers for a moment. When I pull it up, I make sure she sees the truth in my eyes. "Only that it's just sex. I'm sure really fucking fantastic sex. But let's not forget. Your life isn't here in Newberry, and I'm never leaving. And well, frankly...I'm just not a relationship type of guy."

  "You used to be," she says on a whisper. "Did I change that?"

  "I don't know," I tell her truthfully. "But there's been no one like you in my life since then. And I really don't want it either."

  "Well the last thing I'm looking for is a relationship," she says seriously. "I think I'm going to stay away from those for a while."

  "So it's rebound sex then?" I ask to confirm the deal we're making.

  She nods and sucks that full lower lip between her teeth.

  This is definitely not how I thought the day was going to go, but fuck if I'm not grateful for the sudden turnabout in our plans.

  Chapter 11

  I lost three hours of time, but I didn't mind...

  Eden

  "This is definitely different," I gasp as Coop drives up into me. We most certainly didn't do this when we were eighteen.

  We're in the middle of his bed and I'm on my knees. He's on his knees too right behind me, with his stomach plastered to my back. He's got his arms wrapped around me, one hand tweaking my nipple and the other rubbing against my clit. I'm completely ruined and can do nothing but let him fuck me as my head lays back on his shoulder.

  This isn't how we started, but even that wasn't ordinary.

  Coop dragged me up the stairs and into the master suite after we set our boundaries. He left me for only a moment, going into the master bath to pull out a box of condoms from under the sink.

  I eyed them with a smirk. "You know they're more convenient if you keep them in your nightstand."

  He grinned at me, pulled one out, and put the rest exactly where I suggested. "That's true, but I've never had a woman up in this bedroom so I didn't need them in the nightstand."

  "Not even Ashley?" I asked curiously.

  "Not anyone," is all I got before he was back on me again.

  He picked me up, threw me onto the soft bed, and came down on top of me. "So you just what...go to their houses to have sex?"

  I couldn't tell if it was true irritation or not that flashed through his eyes, but just moments before his mouth was on mine, he said, "No more talking, Eden, unless it's to tell me deeper or harder."

  And oh wow...just those words and I was instantly soaked for him.

  Our clothes came off fast and there wasn't a lot of foreplay. There was definitely rubbing and stroking, and I confirmed he was hard and he confirmed I was wet. The kissing was insane, furious, and almost volatile. The condom was needed very quickly.

  The surprise came when Coop flipped me onto my stomach, pulled me to my hands and knees, and drove into me from behind. He simply shattered me with the animalistic need he seemed to have to get inside of me, and I wasn't complaining one little bit. Both of us were turned on beyond measure and it had been a long damn time since we'd been together.

  Although there was nothing debasing to me that our first time would be doggy style--that happens to be my absolute favorite position--I was surprised when Coop pulled me up until I was just on my knees. He couldn't drive into me as deeply, but the connection was more intimate.

  His mouth roves over my shoulder, up along my neck. The fingers tweaking my nipple alternate between biting pinches to his gently squeezing my breast. And that hand between my legs?

  He's igniting pure golden fire within me as he pushes and rubs while fucking me.

  This is definitely different. Coop is more commanding, knows exactly what he wants, and he takes it. His body is bigger, more muscled, and I feel completely possessed by him. There are no sweet words of love he used to whisper to me while he would rock me, staring into my eyes.

  This is balls slapping against my skin and wetness running down my thighs, and I'm so turned on. This is Coop groaning when he drives in hard, then grunting when I ask him to go harder.

  And oh, his dirty words.

  That is definitely different.

  Coop has definitely learned some stuff.

  I've had dirty-talking men before. Brad was one of them, but he wasn't all that great at it. It was all focused on him, like, "Tell me, Eden, how much you love the way I fuck you."

  But Coop's words have the power to ignite climax, as evidenced by the one I had just a few minutes ago when he brought his mouth to my ear, bit my lobe, and growled, "You have the tightest, sweetest pussy I've ever fucked, Eden, and I can't wait to feel it trembling all around me when you come."

  And oh man, did I come.

  Right then.

  Coop hissed, "Yes," as I cried out, bucked, and then indeed shook all over while he continued to thrust in and out of me.

  I feel another one building as well, and I've never had a second orgasm come on as fast before. Coop's fingers strum between my legs, sometimes pushing hard on my clit so I can feel his dick slide against it from inside, causing my pleasure center to draw inward and tighten. This second one is going to blow even harder, I can just tell.

  "Goddamn you feel good, Eden," Coop grunts as he pushes me forward. My hands go out and land on the mattress, and Coop takes me by the hips. He slams in deep, hits that sweet spot inside of me, and I splinter apart. My back arches and I toss my head back, my long hair probably slapping Coop in the face. I don't care because I'm completely overwhelmed as my body shudders its release while Coop pounds into me.

  "So. Fucking. Good." Coop punctuates with a thrust timed to each word.

  He drives in one last time, goes absolutely still, and then lets out a long groan of pure male satisfaction as he comes.

  My body trembles as he starts moving again. Lazy, gentle small strokes inside
of me, causing little bursts of pleasure. His body comes down on my back heavy, pressing me into the mattress. His cock still works inside of me as he grinds in circles against my ass, and with one last hard push against me, he finally collapses, rolling us to our sides.

  Coop's arms slide around me, pulling me back into him. His chin comes to my shoulder and he asks, "So...how was rebound sex?"

  "Man, was it good," I tell him as I bring my arms to rest over his. I laugh and ask, "We didn't discuss this, but it wasn't going to be just this one time, was it?"

  "Well, my lovely Eden," Coop drawls. "I certainly had no doubts, but since you did because of what your ex-douche said, let me put your mind at ease. I can unequivocally say you are fucking fantastic in the sack and Brad Wright is a complete and utter moron for letting you get away."

  He can't see my face, but my smile is so huge it seems to lighten up the room a bit. "Thank you for saying that."

  "It's the truth," Coop says, rubbing his face against the side of my head. "And to answer your question, it's going to be as many times as we can manage before you have to leave."

  I push at Coop's arms a little so they loosen and I turn my body to face his. This causes his dick to slide out of me and I know he'll be getting up soon to take care of the condom. Or, at least I remember he used to do that.

  When we're face-to-face, I tell him with a grin. "This trip has turned out to be one of the best ideas I've had in a long time."

  "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet," he tells me, and his words have an erotically ominous tone. "The things I'm going to do to you...well, you might not ever want to crawl out of my bed."

  My entire body shivers over the promise and I mentally start calculating how many days I have left before I need to get back to reality. If I don't do the movie with Brad, I've got a few months, and spending them in Coop's bed doesn't seem like a bad idea at all.

  --

  Coop walks back into the bedroom. He'd gone to dispose of the condom, and when he walks back in, I can't help but stare at his magnificence. His body is lean and sculpted. He has some light chest hair that stops just below his pecs, while his abdomen is sleek and rippled. His thighs are powerful and his dick is, well...it's big, even when it's not all the way big. It makes me smile when I remember that night I lost my virginity to him and that it wasn't the best experience because it hurt like hell. But we tried again a few nights later, and it didn't hurt and it was fantastic.

  Not as fantastic as what we just did, because fourteen years ago, I would have never even thought to do what we just did. It was wild, uninhibited, and so passionate I'm not sure our eighteen-year-old selves were confident enough to carry that off.

  "Ready to go fishing?" Coop asks as he brings one knee to the mattress and climbs up my body. When he left the bed moments ago, I'd rolled to my back and haven't moved since. My body is a wet noodle.

  I reach my hands over my head and lengthen my arms, stretching while I nod. "Yeah...you know I love fishing."

  But Coop's eyes are lowered and his gaze is pinned to my breasts.

  He goes to his knees and pushes my legs a little wider, letting his gaze travel down from my breasts to my stomach and my pelvis.

  One finger comes out to slide over my mound softly. He doesn't take his eyes off it but murmurs to me, "That's different."

  I raise my head and look down to my bare waxed skin. Yeah, that's different.

  I chuckle. "I got waxed for the Sports Illustrated shoot. Loved it so much, I've kept it up."

  "I love it too." Coop's voice has a low rumble of complete appreciation I feel vibrate through my body.

  I cry out in surprise when his hands go under my thighs and he raises my legs, pushing out to spread me wide. His eyes remain fixed between my legs.

  "Coop," I call out in embarrassment, my hands coming to try to push him from my legs. No one has ever studied me like that.

  "Don't," he says almost harshly, but then reverently, "I want to look at you. You're absolutely fucking beautiful."

  I sigh, completely relaxing my body and trusting in this because...well, it's Coop.

  Finally he lowers my legs and brings his gaze back to my face. "We're going to hold off on fishing for a little bit."

  "Why?" I ask, puzzled.

  His eyes sweep down my body slowly, then back up again. "Because I'm not ready to stop touching this yet. And honest to God, Eden...I need to taste you too. My mouth is fucking watering."

  "Oh," I breathe out softly, and a shudder runs up my spine.

  Coop takes his time running his mouth over my body, and there isn't a place he misses. I think I might die when he lifts a leg, runs his mouth down the back of my thigh, and then bites me on the edge of my butt, right where it meets the crease of my thigh. His eyes rise, grab mine, and he promises, "This ass is will be mine. In every way you can imagine."

  I totally don't know what that means, but all I know is that pleasure courses through me at the possibilities.

  Then his mouth is between my legs. My skin is so sensitive to his lips and tongue, and his fingers slip inside of me, curl, and stretch. He groans from my taste and it rumbles all the way through me. He laps at me lightly, tongues me viciously, and devours me completely. He roams all over me, making passes over parts of my body he's already loved, and then he comes back to those places that are guaranteed to make me shatter.

  He makes me come twice before he's finished, then he fucks me again. This time I'm on my back, my legs are on his shoulders, and my ass is suspended off the bed. He goes fast, hard, and deep and races to the finish line. With his skillful fingers plucking at my clit while he drives into me, I come again just mere seconds before he does. He throws his head back, muscles and tendons in his neck tightened, and practically snarls out his release.

  We collapse again, breathing heavily and our blood still racing.

  Another trip to dispose of the second condom, and Coop is climbing back in bed with me.

  "We going fishing?" I ask him, still breathless from those amazing orgasms.

  "It's almost lunchtime," he says, and my head pops up off the pillow to look at his bedside clock. I turn to look at him aghast. "We just spent almost three hours in bed. How is that even possible?"

  "Pretty sure I spent over an hour just eating your pussy that last time," he says smugly.

  My head hits the pillow and I can't help the smile that appears. That was so damn amazing.

  Sliding my arm across the mattress, I take Coop's hand and give it a squeeze. He turns his head to face me, a well-satisfied smile on his face. He squeezes my hand back.

  "We really didn't know what we were doing back when we were younger, did we?" I ask him seriously.

  Coop bursts out laughing, rolls over, and kisses me hard. "I think we've learned a few things since then."

  When his mouth leaves mine, I grin at him. "Best. Rebound. Sex. Ever."

  He cocks at eyebrow at me. "You've had a lot of rebound sex?"

  "Nope," I tell him truthfully while grinning at him slyly. "Which is why this is the best ever."

  "You're not helping my ego here, Eden," Coop grumbles as he peers down at me.

  "How about it was the best sex ever?"

  "Was it?" he asks skeptically.

  "Hmmmm," I hedge, even though fuck yes it was the best ever. But he doesn't need to know that. "I might need further research."

  "You mean with me, right?"

  "Yes, with you," I assure him.

  "Let's go eat lunch first. I'm starving and the fish won't be biting until dusk."

  "Okay," I say with a groan as I roll to the edge of the bed and stand up.

  My body feels deliciously used.

  It's a feeling I could get used to.

  Chapter 12

  I supplied grist for the gossip mill...

  Coop

  "I'm not so sure this is a good idea," Eden says as I pull into a parking space in front of the Pit Stop. I get where she's coming from. She told me on the way over here ho
w cold everyone was to her when she came in yesterday.

  "I'll set the record straight," I assure her as I shut off the engine. Turning to face her, I reach across the cab of my truck and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. It's still damp, as we took a shower together not all that long ago, which turned into another amazing round of hard sex, which is making this not so much lunch but more of a predinner snack. "It'll be fine."

  "What?" she asks dubiously. "Are you going to stand up in the middle of the diner and make a proclamation I'm not the bitch everyone thinks I am?"

  "If you want me to, I will."

  Her eyebrows rise and her mouth turns down in horror. "God no, I don't want you to do that. I don't want any attention at all for that matter. I'd actually feel better if we just got some food and took it home to eat."

  "Eden," I tell her softly, sliding my hand around the back of her neck and drawing her a little closer to me. "This is your hometown. You should be comfortable here. People are going to find out they were wrong, and it will be fine. But until we can get the word out, you will walk in that diner with me with your head held high. I'll, of course, be strutting with my chest all stuck out because I've got a swimsuit model on my arm."

  Eden snorts and playfully punches me in the stomach. "I'm an award-winning actress, I'll have you know."

  "I totally need to watch your movies," I tell her with a smile.

  "You haven't watched any of my movies?" she asks, astounded.

  I give her what I hope is a charming grin. "Nope. But I did ogle the Sports Illustrated issue."

  Eden rolls her eyes, but I stop it before she can complete a full circle by saying, "I didn't want to watch your movies because it only confirmed you made the right decision to leave and pursue your dreams. That sort of stuck in my craw, if you know what I mean."

  Her face goes soft before her eyes become sad. "I'm sorry. To this day, it's still the hardest choice I've ever had to make."