I swat at his chest. “Stop it! This is embarrassing.”
He laughs. “It’s not embarrassing for me. You’re over here lamenting on about my massive cock and all the ways I make you horny. Baby, this is heaven.”
“I never said a single word about your massive cock.”
“So you agree? You think it’s massive?”
Another blush. “Cooper…”
He shakes with laughter, gripping my hips, knowing me well enough to know I’ll try to run again if he doesn’t hold me still.
Except with where he has me trapped, I feel his cock rubbing against my ass, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to run from that.
“I’m teasing. Sort of.”
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
“Physically?” I nod. “Like Jell-O,” he echoes.
I grin. “And emotionally?”
He sighs. “The same as you, I think. This is completely unfamiliar territory and it’s a little strange, but it also feels…”
“Natural?”
“I was going to say wet.”
I smack at him again, and he chuckles, grabbing my wrists.
“Stop hitting me.”
“Stop teasing me.”
“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t tease.” He sets my hands back on his chest. “And I am, Caroline. I’m still me, okay? And you’re still you. I don’t want to forget that. We have history and I don’t want to just pretend we don’t, but I also don’t want that history to get in the way of whatever’s happening here.”
“You mean you want me to forget about that time you tried to jump the fence to the quarry, fell, and farted so loud it echoed and the guards caught us?”
“God yes. Don’t ever think about that again.”
“I don’t know…it’s kind of burned into my brain forever.”
“Caroline…”
I giggle when he dances his hands up my sides, tickling me. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! It’s all forgotten.”
“Good.”
He relents his torture, then pulls me down, capturing my mouth with a slow, languid kiss.
The wetness between my legs grows at every stroke of his tongue against mine. I’m ready for more, and I’m just about to ask for it when he tugs his mouth away.
He snickers at the growl that bubbles out of me.
“Now, do me another favor, would you?”
“Anything,” I promise.
“Ride my cock.”
And I do.
11
Cooper
I’ve been watching Caroline sleep for the last hour like a complete fucking creep.
I just can’t stop thinking if I blink too hard, she’s going to disappear. Or I’ll wake up and this will have just been a really, really fucking good dream.
I can’t believe this is happening.
She had it right—we do feel natural together. Right in all the ways you can imagine.
There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t feel comfortable with her, that I was embarrassed by what we were doing. It was easy. Effortless. Like it was what we were made for.
And fuck do I want to do it again.
She stirs beside me, arms rising above her head as she stretches. She groans and rubs at her eyes.
“I can feel you staring.” A smile tugs at her lips. “It woke me up, you creep.”
“So?” I don’t bother feeling guilty for waking her up. Waking her up means I can have my way with her again.
She turns her head my way, peeling her bright blue eyes open. “What time is it?”
“Just before six.”
“Oh god.” She covers her face with her hands. “It’s way too early to be so creepy.” She yawns, rubbing at her eyes. “What are you doing up so early anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“How?” She grabs the blanket, pulling it up over her chest as she sits up next to me. “Aren’t you tired?”
“You mean from all the sex you kept begging me for? Yes.” She rolls her eyes. “It’s way too early for you to be rolling your eyes.”
“You asked for it.” She combs her fingers through her hair. “Seriously, why are you awake? You don’t have to start work for another three hours.”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
She sends me a knowing glance. “Couldn’t, or didn’t want to?”
“That obvious?”
“No. I guess I just understand. This all feels…”
“Like a wet dream?”
She laughs. “Or just a dream.”
“No, it’s definitely wet. I’m sitting in it.”
“Ew.” She wrinkles her nose. “That’s definitely your fault, not mine.”
“I’m sorry, am I the one who leaks from their orifices?”
“First of all, don’t say orifices when you have a girl naked in your bed. Second, you do come, right?”
I raise a brow, smirking. “I think you know the answer to that as well as I do.”
She blushes, likely thinking of the same thing I am—her sucking me off until I spilled down her throat after we got out of the shower.
“Right. Then we’re both aware you do. So that means you can leak too.”
I shrug. “Semantics.”
She starts to roll her eyes again but thinks better of it.
She turns her head, peering around the room she’s been in thousands of times before but never in this capacity. I’d be doing the same thing in her position.
“Can I ask you something?” she says quietly.
“Hmm?”
“This…us…what made you want it?”
“You mean besides watching you parade around the apartment for seven years in those ratty-ass pajamas and mud masks once a week?”
She huffs, and I laugh.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “It just sort of snuck up on me. You snuck up on me.”
“Was it the hallway incident?”
“That was a big part of it, yes. I wasn’t expecting your reaction to seeing me like that. And I wasn’t expecting how much I liked you seeing me like that.”
She nods. “That’s what started it for me too. Have you ever…” I don’t have to look at her to know she’s blushing. “You know…thought about me like that before? Before last week, I mean.”
“Do you want the truth?”
“From you? Always.”
“Yes,” I tell her. “I’ve thought about it, but not too hard and not intentionally. Not one of those, Man, today I’m going to sit around and masturbate to my best friend because I’m secretly in love with her things. It was more of My best friend is hot and I’m a horny teen sort of deals. It never went beyond that though.”
“And now?” She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “What do you think now?”
“Well, I still think you’re pretty damn hot.”
“Pretty damn hot?”
“Yeah. I definitely wasn’t aware of that mole on your ass.”