Say You'll Be Nine

It was like wildfire hitting a dry forest. It was like watching Nacho reach that running speed where his entire body seemed more like ocean waves than a racing dog. Being together like this with Cooper was like… watching one of those time-lapse videos of an entire meadow blossoming into a riot of wildflowers.

And it left me reeling because I had absolutely no idea what to do with feelings this big. Especially when I knew I was the only one of the two of us who didn’t do casual. I was the only one mixing emotions into this. Cooper wasn’t that kind of guy, and he sure as hell wouldn’t be that way with a kind of straight-guy dumbass who’d barely ever left his hometown.

“Stay with me, sweetheart.” Cooper’s voice was rough with want, and it made my throat tight.

I thought I imagined the words, but they were enough to pull me back into the moment—a moment where a sexy man was sucking and licking and stroking me until my balls felt like they were going to explode. How could this be real? It was too good, too unbelievable.

“Coop.” It came out in a desperate shout. His eyes met mine, and I lost it, arching back and shoving myself farther into his mouth as the orgasm racked my entire body.

12

Cooper

It took one stroke before I was shooting all over the bedcover beneath me and crying out a curse. Isaac was so hot, so unbelievably wide open and responsive, he’d ramped me up until my lower belly—and the lumberjack thigh I’d been humping—were sticky with precum.

“Me suck you?” Isaac managed to grunt between gasping breaths.

I snorted. “No, baby. I came already. It would have been all over your leg, but you moved just in time.”

He lifted his head and blinked down our bodies. “Oh fuck, that’s hot.” He moved his hand down to feel the precum in the dark hairs of his muscular thigh. “That was you?”

I nodded and moved up next to him, laying my head on his shoulder whether he liked it or not. I was a snuggler. It had killed me lying next to his big, beautiful body every night without being able to slap myself up against him like a cat by a heat vent.

His arms came around me and held me close. Good. If he’d rejected my post-sex cuddle, I would have probably turned very moody on him. He probably wasn’t quite ready for full-on queenie bitch mode.

“Wait a minute,” I said. “You were willing to suck me off?” I lifted my head up to see his reaction.

“Well, yeah. I mean… I would have probably done it wrong, but it’s not fair to just… leave you hanging.”

I lay back down. “No such thing as doing it wrong. Not really.”

“Mm.” Isaac’s hands started running slowly up and down my back and arm. I wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing it, but it felt really good. Soothing. Caring. “You okay?”

I lifted my head again. “Who me?” It came out a little squeaky. “Of course I’m okay. I’m amazing.”

His forehead crinkled. “Oh, okay. Good.” He swallowed. “It’s just… I kind of attacked you again, and—”

I lurched forward and cut him off with a kiss before cupping his face and staring into his eyes. “Isaac Denton Winshed.”

The full-name treatment widened his eyes.

“I find you incredibly sexy and would like to suck your dick pretty much all day every day. In fact, I’d like to have that dick in my ass and your tongue in my mouth and your hands all over my damned body whenever the hell you feel like it. There is not a molecule of regret in my entire body for what we just did. Do you understand me?”

He blushed and nodded. I blew out a breath and sat up, hiking a leg over him until I was straddling him. His wet dick was warm against mine even though they were both temporarily out of order. I leaned down over his chest and dropped kisses on his chin and cheeks before asking the important question. “Are you okay?”

His eyes widened again. “I’m the one who got his dick sucked.”

“I don’t want to make any assumptions here, but I’m guessing it was your first time doing that with another man. I just want to make sure you’re not…”

He grinned and it was goddamned sexy, my heart kind of thwacked against my rib cage funny. “Freaking out? No. Not one single bit. I’m kind of…”

He glanced away. His eyes flitted to the window, the lamp, the ceiling, anywhere except at me.

“I’m kind of wondering when I can try it on you.”

My dick was no longer out of order. It was very, very interested in the conversation. But I also remembered that this night had started out with a conversation about expectations and Nine’s nerves. There was no need to push it.