He twirled his lips around my throbbing clit, each tug taking me closer and closer to explosion. When I bucked back, he slipped his wet fingers deep inside me and stroked the tender spot along the wall, throwing me into another realm entirely. My body was still trembling and shuddering with release when he stood from his knees and stripped off his underwear, freeing his rock hard cock. I stared unabashedly at his perfect body, my stomach flipping over as he neared again. I spread my legs wide for him, begging him to enter me, and with a wicked smile, he did just that. All it took was one firm thrust, and my body instantly conformed, as though it had memorized the shape and feel of his cock. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that my body was made for Cooper’s delight, and that his had been made for mine. We were a perfect fit and the rhythm we found together was more incredible than anything I could have ever imagined.
He pulsed deeper and deeper, pulling my thighs tighter around his hips as he sank in. When I had my heels locked behind him, he reached between us and played with my clit, rolling it between his fingertips as he thrust into me over and over again. I arched back, my body getting tighter and tighter with each pulse. “Cooper,” I moaned, before gritting my teeth to keep from screaming out his name as he brought me to the edge again. He thickened inside of me and I bit my lip hard, the pain mixing with the pleasure, as we built to a final rush together.
He finished inside of me and I clung to him as he came to rest beside me, our breathing in ragged gasps and pants. I brushed away a stray hair that was stuck to his forehead, slick with his sweat. “God, I hate it when you’re right,” I said when I finally could manage words.
Cooper pulled back slightly and arched a brow.
“These things are best solved with sex,” I explained, matching his wicked smile.
Chapter Eleven — Cooper
Allie’s dad woke up the next afternoon, and after a brief introduction, I left her and her family to have some private time and went back to the house. Back in Allie’s room, the memories of the night before rushed back to me, filling me with a mixture of emotions. The harsh comments she’d made during our argument in the shower were still haunting me, and even though we’d come together for an explosive night of passion after she’d apologized, the words wouldn’t get out of my head—and neither did the feelings they’d evoked.
Perhaps the most chilling of all, was the small seed of doubt. I would deny her accusations all day long, and say whatever it was I thought would reassure her of my feelings for her, but somewhere in the back of my mind, there was now a nagging voice asking if maybe there wasn’t some truth to what she’d said. Since the moment I’d seen Allie—and definitely from the first conversation with her—I’d known she was a firecracker. She wasn’t afraid of anything—at least, that’s how it looked from the outside—and never backed down from a challenge. Her rough and tumble personality had been such a huge turn on, making the chase to get her even more exhilarating, but now…in what I hoped would be a long term relationship, I was struggling to see how our strong personalities would ever fully co-exist with each other. Would it always be this way? A constant source of tension and frustration? I couldn’t imagine my life without her. I didn’t even want to try. But, at the same time, as it was, were we really happy? Could you have a happily ever after without the happy?
Granted, in terms of relationships, this was my first real attempt to be with a woman for more than a week, so who was I to judge? In all my wild oats years, I’d apparently lost all grip on what is, and therefore isn’t, normal. If there was such a thing.
I went for a long run, taking in the sights of the small town, many of them familiar because of Allie’s mother’s animated descriptions from dinner the night before. When I returned to the house, I was drenched with sweat, but the thoughts and worries were all there waiting for me as soon as I went back to Allie’s room.
I took a quick shower and threw on a pair of gym shorts before sitting down on the edge of the bed and dialing Angela’s number. She answered on the second ring with a chirpy “Hey big bro!”
I smiled, thankful for the warmth and energy in her voice. After months of seeing her weak and beat down with disease, it was nearly enough to bring tears to my eyes to have her happy and healthy again, sounding like her old self. “Hey Angie, whatcha up to?”
“I’m actually going on an audition this afternoon,” she exclaimed.
My smile froze in place. “Oh, wow. Congrats,” I said, trying to infuse an air of enthusiasm I didn’t quite feel. Even though she sounded like her old self, she was still recovering, and I didn’t want anything to upset her miraculous progress.
“Jeeze, try to sound a little happier about it,” Angela scoffed. “It’s a small role, but I really like the script, and I think it would be the perfect project to get me back in the game.”
I hesitated, I’d really called her to talk about Allie and get her advice, but since the conversation had been started, I knew I needed to tell her my thoughts. “I’m happy for you, Angie. I just want to make sure you don’t get in over your head and have a setback. You know how it gets, even on small sets, it’s long, relentless hours with little to no down time and it gets hard to find time for things like working out, eating right, and all the things that are essential to you making a full recovery.”
“Coop, I know you’re worried, and I appreciate it. You’ve been by my side for everything, and I know you’re just being protective big brother, but you have to trust me and let me figure things out for myself. I know my body and I know what I’m capable of. It’s just an audition. If I get the part, it will still be months away before I start filming.”
Her tone was soft, and her words gentle, but for some reason, it triggered the memories of the argument with Allie. Some of the things she was saying were almost the same as what Allie had said. “Fair enough,” I replied, sinking back further on the bed.
“How are things over there? How’s Allie holding up?” Angela asked, her voice filled with concern. I’d called her before boarding the plane to let her know I’d be out of town for a while and had been keeping her updated via text messages since landing in Kansas.
I caught her up on the day’s events, leaving out the argument with Allie from the night before. I wanted her advice, but wasn’t sure how to explain it all to her.
“That’s great that he’s awake! I bet Allie feels so much better. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to lose a parent,” her voice trailed off. “Cooper, I’m sorry, that
was a stupid thing for me to say. Obviously, you’ve been through this too,” she said, an edge of panic in her voice.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” I assured her. As my half sister, we shared our mother, and she still had her father in her life, although he and our mom had divorced years ago.
“How are you holding up?”
“I’m all right, I haven’t really thought much about losing Dad,” I answered. It was the truth. The circumstances under which I lost my dad were much different and didn’t have a lot of cross points that would trigger memories. I still missed my father all the time—especially when business dealings got dicey and I wished he was there to ask for advice. I often wondered what he’d think of the things I’d done with the company he’d spent his life building.
“Well, that’s good, I guess. You know I’m always here to talk when you need me,” Angela said.
I took a deep breath, it was now or never. “You know, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Of course!” She almost sounded surprised. It wasn’t often I asked anyone for advice, and I definitely had never asked anyone for relationship advice.
I blew out the breath I’d been holding and launched into the explanation of the argument with Allie, recapping the conversation to Angela.
“Yikes,” she said when I tapered off.