Or coming. “Oh, fuck yeah. Like that. Just. Like. That.”
“Kelsey,” he grunts and sinks his teeth in the crook of my neck, gripping my flesh tight as his orgasm pours out of his body. “Oh, fuck.”
Our breaths come out in hard, crashing gasps, our eyes staring at each other, almost through each other. “Wow.”
“Yeah,” he pants and smiles.
Yeah. It’s such a meaningless, nothing little word compared to how I feel in this moment. Exhilaration flows through me like lava, and I smile.
“Happy birthday, Kelsey.”
I laugh. “Thanks.”
“My pleasure.”
The pleasure is all mine, but I say nothing as I stand up. He shakes off his cock and tucks it in his pants. He is so damn beautiful; I feel my body coming to life again.
Not now, Kels. It’s time to get cleaned up and finish off my birthday right. So I grab some toilet paper and try to clean myself up quickly while Coop waits, blue eyes watching my every move. I pull my skirt down, and God only knows what my hair looks like.
“Ready?”
“Yep!” I flash another smile and brush the back of my hand across his cock.
The bathroom is no longer empty. Four women stand at the mirrors, reapplying lipstick and laughing like teenage girls. The giggling stops when one of the women notices me and then Coop in the mirror. She eyes him with lust in her eyes, saving the disgust for me.
“Another biker slut in the goddamn bathroom.”
Her friends all laugh, and I glare at them for a long moment, standing up tall and fluffing up my hair in the mirror. “Jealous?”
“That I didn’t get fucked like a whore in the bathroom?”
“Exactly. Nothing like a good hard fuck to turn a good night into a great one.”
I turn on my heels and march out of the bathroom, hands trembling with embarrassment or anger, I can’t tell.
Coop’s big hand lands on my shoulder, and I look up into gorgeous dark blue eyes. “Don’t worry about those bitches. They’re just jealous.”
“I’m not worried.” The last thing I need is this sexy, tough guy to think I’m some fucking damsel in distress. I’m tough and capable, dammit.
“Uh-huh.”
“I’m not,” I insist as he holds the door open for me.
“Okay.”
I’m not worried or upset. “I’m angry.” I feel a rant coming on, and if Ruby was in earshot, she’d stop me. She’s not, and off I go.
“I mean, it’s bullshit when you think about it. Why am I the slut and not you? Why am I letting you fuck me instead of me fucking you?”
Coop snickers, and I smack his arm. “What did I do?”
“Don’t laugh. I don’t mind being called a slut. The word means shit to me, but the idea behind it just pisses me off.”
After the orgasm I just had, those bitches can say whatever they want about me. My wobbly legs and satisfied smile are enough for me.
“Come on, Kelsey, let me buy you a drink.”
“After that, I feel like I should be the one buying you a drink.” It sounds corny, but it’s the truth. The best sex of my life, and it happens in a public bathroom stall, and I can’t find one ounce of regret within me.
“Buy me one, then.”
I smile. “Okay, I will. My choice.” I bounce to the bar flashing a wide smile at Joe. “Two Mai Tai’s, please.” Coop groans behind me, and I laugh, feeling better than I had just a few hours ago.
“I’m not drinking a fucking Mai Tai.”
“You are. It’s my special thank you.” He glares, and I laugh again. “Fine. A Screaming Orgasm for my friend here, Joe.”
“Funny.”
“Thanks.” I send another beaming smile up at him, Joe chuckling behind me as he finishes preparing the drinks. “I thought so too.”
I look around the place and notice Ruby and Joaquin grinding all up on each other. I figure I might as well enjoy the eye candy that fucked me silly while she does…whatever she’s doing.
“Pool?”
His fiery brows arch. “You play? For real?”
“He asks, offensively.” I roll my eyes to the sound of his deep, hypnotic chuckle. “Yes, of course, I play.”
Coop sizes me up, probably trying to figure out if I’m some flighty sorority girl or a serious player.
“All right.”
He unfolds his big body, and I gasp at the sight of him once again. The man is gorgeous and masculine, oozing a sex appeal I never knew existed in real life.
“You coming?”
“Possibly again,” I say under my breath, but Coop’s laugh tells me I didn’t say it quietly enough.
“You’re funny, Kelsey.”
“Yeah, thanks.” I grab a cue stick and circle the table, feeling as turned on as ever watching Coop arrange the balls in the rack.
Is this what it feels like to be sprung on cock? Dickmatized? Cockmatized?
Sometimes I crack myself up. But I’m conflicted at this moment, watching him move, because I still feel horny, like I might crawl on the table and beg him to take me again.