I sit up again, but this time I pull the sheet partly over me. “Why wouldn't I? We”—I motion between him and me—“weren't together when I did agree, and I’m not even sure we are now. If I recall, you said you’d never be my boyfriend.”
He tosses the phone onto the bed before ripping the sheet away from me. I try to grab it back, but he’s already on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t moan as his cock presses into my sex right where I need it.
“You’ve always been mine, Juno, and you fucking know it.”
“But—”
“Don’t pretend you didn’t know. Deep down you know the truth.”
My heart always hoped that because I’ve been so drawn to him from the start. It’s a pull I don’t understand. I don’t feel whole without him.
“I’m not going on a date with Wes. Anyway, it’s your fault I agreed. You better keep that in mind, big guy. If you’re not my boyfriend, I can date whoever I want.”
Something that sounds like a growl rumbles in his chest and vibrates through me. His hand locks around both of my wrists and pins them above my head. He tightens his hold on me, and damn if my hips don’t jerk up in desperate need of his dominance. I’m finding out that being under his control is a big turn-on.
“Is there anything about me that’s boyfriend?” he asks as he pushes his hard length against me.
I blink a few times to clear my thoughts, but nothing comes to mind. “Ah, I suppose not?” When he puts it that way, I understand what he’s saying. Cooper is not a boy in any sense of the word, and to call him a boyfriend would be so small compared to the space he fills inside me. Boyfriend isn’t enough.
“You’re mine.” He stares down at me. He’s making it clear he’s not messing around, and I soften under his gaze.
“Just like that?” I hold my breath.
“Just like that.” His mouth comes down on mine in a possessive kiss, but then he presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes. “I’m going to have to remind you what this is because last night I thought I made that pretty damn clear.” My only response is a moan because his fingers brush against my clit. “I think your pussy wants a reminder too. She’s begging for it.”
“Yes,” I agree. I’d gotten turned on the moment he pinned me to the bed, so I’m already wet for him. It never takes much when Cooper is close, but after last night my body knows what he’s capable of.
He shifts and yanks on his sweatpants so his cock spills free. I gasp at the pressure from the head of his dick as it demands entry. With one hard stroke he fills me with his thickness, and we’re connected so perfectly that I’m not sure where I end and he begins.
“You too sore, baby?” He stops moving as his hard muscles strain on top of me.
“No, don’t stop.” He stares down at me, waiting for more because I’m not sure he believes me. “I am. It only hurt for a second.” I lock my legs around him, not letting him go. “The pleasure is so much better than the ache.” I lift my hips, urging him to move, to thrust.
A deep groan comes from him. “I’ll never get enough of you.” He rocks against me and then slowly withdraws. “Not that I have to worry about that, because you’re mine.” When he plunges back inside, I throw my head back and cry out.
“Yes,” I agree, my nails digging into his back. My body is so attuned to his touch that my orgasm is close to the edge. It’s like now that I’ve had sex, it’s primed and ready to get off.
“No other man asks you on a date, touches you, or even gets near you.” I’d laugh, but the only thing coming from me is agreement.
“Cooper,” I call out as I start to cum, and every muscle in my body goes tight.
I clench around him, and he groans my name as he starts to cum with me. His warm release fills the space deep inside of me, and it feels like this is how it was always meant to be. Our heavy breathing echoes in the room, and I cling to him, never wanting this feeling to stop.
Cooper presses gentle kisses on my neck as he starts to pull out of me. His hand releases my wrist, and I wince at the sting when his cock slips out of me. He lets out a curse that would get my ass slapped if I said it.
“It’s fine,” I reassure him as he helps me sit up. “It was worth it.”
His thumb strokes my cheek, and he looks at me with such tenderness. “I’m sorry. I got pissed when I saw the messages. I shouldn't have taken you again, but damn it, I couldn’t help myself.” He shakes his head, but I’m not mad about it. I enjoy his jealousy over me—not that I would ever tell him.
“Cooper.” I grab his hand. “I really am fine. Besides, a warm shower will help.” He relaxes some, and I can see the tension in his shoulders leave his body.
“You want some coffee?” he asks, and when I sigh at the mention of it, he chuckles. I love when that sound comes from him.
“I’ll talk to Wes,” I tell him, and the smile drops from his lips.
“I’ll talk to him.” His tone is firm as his hand drops from mine, and he heads out of the bedroom like the conversation is over.
“What? No, he’s kind of a friend.”
“Friends don’t date,” I hear him say from the hallway, and I huff.
This discussion isn’t finished, but for now I roll out of the bed and go for the shower. I’ve woken up in this house so many times, but never did I imagine it would be in Cooper’s bedroom. I love some of the changes he’s made already, and I can’t see what he has planned for the future.
“Yeah, send me over whatever you got,” Cooper says into the phone as I walk into the kitchen after my shower.
He points to the counter where he sat my coffee next to a couple of Advil. I don’t think I need them, but it’s a sweet gesture, so I take them.
“I really appreciate all the help. I owe you one,” he says before ending the call.
“Everything okay?” I take a sip of my coffee as he walks over to me and places a kiss on top of my head. The act is so natural that it sends warm pleasure to every inch of my body.
“Yeah, I’ve got some reports being sent over. Hopefully it will give me some insight as to who busted out your window.”
“I kinda forgot about all that,” I admit, leaning into him. A cocky smile pulls at Cooper’s lips. “Don’t even.” I slap at his chest, and he grabs me by the hips, making me squeal with laughter.
Gosh, this is all too good to be true with Cooper, but I want this every day of my life. I might get everything I ever wished for, and Lux might actually be right.
Dreams can come true.
Chapter Nine
Cooper
The ride to the edge of town isn’t too far, but it’s far enough that I’m anxious about leaving Juno at home alone. Home. The thought of her being there with me all the time and the two of us making it ours stirs my soul.
I texted Luca and asked him when he’d be back to the house, and he said he was headed back from a camping trip with some college buddies. His cell reception was spotty, but he’d text me when he got back to town. I guess knowing he’s on his way is better than nothing, but odds are that I’ll probably beat him back. Once I get some of my questions answered.