Rural Romance

“Like it? I fucking love it.” God, it’s so hot how he’s staring at me down there. “It’s mine now.”

“You don’t get to make the claim on me.” I glare at him.

No way in hell. Not after how he’s been avoiding me these past few months. My heart aches in my chest, and I don’t even know why. I don’t know why he pushed me away, and I’m too scared to examine it. He could break my heart clean in half if I let him.

“Wrong.” His voice is rough before he pounces on me like a wild animal that’s finally been set free.

I let out a small scream when he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the bed. My ass is hanging off, but I don’t have time to voice any kind of protest before his mouth comes down on my pussy. Gasping, I grip the comforter tight as he devours me. I’m already so turned on, a few swipes of his tongue is all I need. The orgasm hits me fast, and I cry out as it rolls through my body. Cooper keeps going, even as I become sensitive and try to wiggle away. His mouth never leaves my sex, and his frustration at trying to keep me still vibrates through me. Suddenly I want another orgasm, and I’m rocking against his tongue.

He pushes one finger inside of me and pumps it in and out as his tongue teases my clit. A moment later, he adds another finger, and the sensation of being so full is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. He hooks them inside of me, triggering another orgasm from deep within my body, and my back bows off the bed. The muscles in my legs jump, and I cry out at the overwhelming climax.

“Cooper, please!” I beg him. He pulls his mouth from me but keeps pumping his fingers as he kisses the insides of my thighs. I stare down at the only man I’ve ever wanted to do this to me, and I think I could orgasm from this image alone. That is, if I hadn’t cum twice already.

Slowly he pulls his fingers from me and kisses his way up my body before he stands. I scoot back on the bed so I don’t fall off and watch as Cooper pulls his shirt off over his head. My eyes go to the scars on his chest, and then then tattoos.

I get on my knees as he goes for his belt, but he stops when I reach up and touch the places where he was wounded. He plays with my hair while he watches me. This moment feels intimate, and I lean forward, kissing each mark. He must have gotten them when he was deployed, but I don’t know if now is the right time to ask.

Cooper grabs my hand, and when I look at him, he leans down and kisses me with the same fire and passion as earlier. I press my bare chest against him as he takes me down on the bed and covers my body with his. The weight of him on top of me is heavy and perfect.

He jerks back and curses as he looks into the living room. “That’s the station,” he says before letting go of me and getting up. It’s then I realize his phone is going off.

“This better be important,” he snaps into the phone once he grabs it off the floor. I watch as tension starts to fill his body, and he looks back at me. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“Everything okay?” I ask when he hangs up.

“I’m not sure.” He walks back to the bed and grabs his shirt. “I can’t believe this is happening now.”

I try to hide my disappointment because this is his job, but the timing couldn’t be worse.

“Can you tell me?”

“There’s an issue out at the Blair house.” I scrunch my nose at the sound of that name. “What?” He waits for me to explain as he puts his shirt on.

“That woman hates me, but her son is nice enough. They both come into the diner a lot.”

“How can anyone hate you?”

“Right?” I agree, and he smiles as I get up from the bed and put on my robe.

Hate is putting it nicely. I once heard her call me a witch. Every time she comes in she’s got a hand pressed to her chest as she watches me like a hawk. It’s like she thinks she’s protecting herself from my witchy ways. Her son isn’t too bad, but he’s always so shy and hardly ever says a word. How could you get a word in edgewise with a mother like Mrs. Blair?

Cooper comes over to where I’m standing and cups my face before his hands dive in my hair and he grabs me there. His hold is tight as he tilts my head back and kisses me again with that same heat. I can still taste myself on his lips, and I moan at the thought of Cooper walking around town doing the same.