“I’m gonna take you to my room.” I kiss the inside of her wrist without taking my eyes off her. Her mouth opens, and she lets out a breath as I wrap an arm around her back and haul her up against me. “And introduce you to my headboard.”
I grab her ass and lift her over my shoulder, carrying her up the stairs. I’m too close to the edge to wait on her to walk, and I’ll be faster. By the time I make it to my room and kick the door closed, barely a heartbeat has passed. I put Juno on her feet, and she wobbles a second as I steady her.
“Strip,” I order, and to her credit she does as I say.
While she takes her top off, I practically rip my own shirt off and toss it on the chair next to the window. I’m kicking off my boots and jeans just as she’s coming out of her shorts and panties. She doesn’t wear a bra, but her tits are small enough that she doesn’t have to. My cock jerks at the thought of being able to reach under her shirt at any time and play with her nipples without anything stopping me.
Her panties hit the floor, and I’m already on her, kissing her like I need her mouth to breathe and walking her back toward the bed. My jeans are around my ankles, and I kick them off as I go. She pushes down my boxer briefs, and my cock springs hard and free between us. I feel the cool trail of precum smeared across her belly and growl in delight. Fuck, I can’t wait to mark every inch of her.
“Let me lick you again,” I say, nudging her back on the bed and spreading her legs. Her pink lips spread, and I groan with pleasure as I slide my tongue between them. She’s already wet but a few quick licks of my tongue and she’s close to cumming.
I’m so fucking hard that my dick is touching my stomach as I eat her pussy. I’m creaming over the tip and down my shaft. I know that as soon as I’m inside her, I won’t last.
“You want to cum on my mouth or my dick?” I ask, biting the inside of her thigh.
“Dick,” she says quickly, and I smile.
“You sure?” I lick her clit, and she cries out and raises her hips.
“No. Yes. I don’t know.” She wiggles then grabs my hair. “Wait, yes on your cock.”
“Good girl,” I say as I climb on top of her.
The skin over my cock is tight, and I’ve never been so big in my life. I’m worried about hurting her, after I felt how tight she was, but I’m going to control myself.
“Just let me get all the way in, and then I promise I’ll make it good for you.” I look into her eyes, and she nods as she spreads her knees.
I swipe the tip of my cock through her wet folds and then push into her opening. It’s so fucking soft and tight that I moan as I enter. I feel her tense, and before she can push me back out, I thrust all the way inside. I curse a stream of words that may or may not be intelligible. My body falls on top of hers as I bury my face in her neck and try to hold still. She’s tense under me as her nails bite into my back, but I don’t move.
Black spots dot my vision because I’ve never felt anything so fucking perfect. It’s tighter than my fist and so goddamn wet. I kiss her neck and across her chest and then her lips. I look into her eyes and hold her face, and all I do is hold her without moving.
Something passes between us, and even though I know it’s her first time, it feels like the beginning for both of us. Maybe this is where our story was meant to start, and from here on out it’s the two of us forever.
God, I want to tell her I love her, but I don’t want to scare her. Before this I’d convinced myself I couldn’t have her because she didn’t want me, or this town, or my life, but here with her feels like forever. Why would I fight this?
I open my mouth to confess all my feelings, but when she raises her hips and clenches around me, it steals the air from my lungs.
“Move, Cooper, before I die,” she begs, and I’m a slave to her command.
Chapter Eight
Juno
I moan and stretch out on the bed as I feel every muscle in my body ache. Every part of me has a sweet soreness that’s nothing like the time Lux made us try out for the cheerleading squad. We practiced all weekend and then her ass changed her mind. Needless to say I was too tired to throttle her but glad she backed out. My body hurt for a week after that, and I didn’t have anything to show for it.
Waking up and feeling the imprint of where Cooper loved my body is something I’m ready to sign up for. I had no clue sex could be that intense, but when it comes to me, everything about him is over the top.
As I slowly open my eyes I try and remember the number of times Cooper made love to me last night. If he’s trying to make up for lost time he’s doing a damn good job at it. He’d been insatiable, but I do remember the last round of sex was when the sun was starting to peek in through the windows. Now the room is flooded with light, and I have no concept of time.
I roll over to my side and see that Cooper isn't in the bed with me. He is, however, sitting in a chair close by staring at me. His gaze is unreadable, but honestly I never know what that man is going to say or do. One day that possibility could be exciting, but right now it’s a little scary.
“Are you watching me sleep?” I ask, resting my head on my hand. The sheet that’s wrapped around me moves down, exposing my breasts to him.
“Is there something you want to tell me, Juno?” He leans forward in the chair, and his elbows go to his knees.
“I’m a late-night eater. Sometimes I wake up in bed, and there are cookie crumbs everywhere and I don’t remember even getting them.” His lips twitch for a moment, but his ghost of a smile drops away quickly, and he goes back to grumpy.
I watch as he holds up my phone, and I can see the screen is unlocked.
“What kind of cop shit did you do to unlock my phone?”
“I put your finger on it.” His tone is hard, and there’s no apology in it. Aren’t men supposed to be happy when they get laid?
“Sorry to tell you there aren't any naked selfies in there. But if you like pictures of kittens or of my art, you’ve hit the motherload.”
“Knock it off,” he snaps and then stands suddenly.
If I didn't know better I might actually be scared of Cooper. Instead I roll my eyes and sit up on the side of the bed. He walks over toward me, and I reach out, resting my hands on his hard stomach. He’s built like one of those football players he and Luca yell at on TV. He’s giant compared to my small frame, but at my touch he relaxes a little.
“You have got to start using your words, big guy.”
“Wes Holland ring any bells?”
“He pierced my nose.” I try to wiggle it, but Cooper’s not finding me very cute at the moment. Even as aggravated as he is, his eyes keep dropping to my breasts, and there is no missing that he’s hard in his sweatpants.
“The date,” he grits out.
Crap, it totally slipped my mind that I’d agreed to it in the heat of the moment.
“Ah shit,” I huff, falling back onto the bed. “I forgot about that.” Gosh darn it. I never should have said I would go out with him. There is no spark or anything with Wes, and I would only be leading him on.
“Why would you even agree to go on a date with him?”