Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Cooper turns me so my back is against the island. His hands come down on each side of me so that I’m caged in. My breath hitches. His body is pressing against me. Cooper might be pissed with me, but there is no missing the hard-on he has against my stomach. I can feel every inch of it. Pent-up desire floods me. It’s the last thing I should be feeling, but I can’t help it. It’s always been this way between us.
“You know how hard it’s going to be for me to be around a man that’s been fucking my girl all these years?”
“Oh, and I bet you’ve been a saint all these years even when you thought I’d been married to someone else?” That helps calm the desire that was trying to get out of me.
“I have,” he growls right before his mouth crashes down onto mine.
I gasp, and Cooper thrusts his tongue into my mouth. His hands go to my ass to lift me. I wrap my legs around his waist when he sits me down on top of the counter.
The kiss is hard. Almost painful. Our tongues tangle together, trying to deepen the kiss. I grip his shirt, not wanting to stop. I’ve missed him so damn much. When he pulls back, our breathing is heavy. He rests his forehead against mine.
“Sebastian’s gay,” I whisper. “There has been no one else, Cooper. I hated you, but I still couldn’t bring myself to be with anyone else.”
“And you’ll never be with anyone else.”
CHAPTER 11
COOPER
I pull her back for another kiss, deep and thorough and a lot less angry. She kisses me right back, attacking my tongue with hers. My hands roam over her body, taking in the sweet indent of her waist and the ripe curve of her ass. Her body is lusher, thicker, more womanly than when we were teens. My cock throbs with eagerness. What does her pussy taste like? What does it feel like? Is it as slick and hot and tight as it was before?
There are still things we need to talk about, but right now, the only thing I want is to make love to Fischl. My knees feel like jelly when I lift her into my arms.
As I start moving, she pulls back slightly. I tighten my grip. “No running away,” I warn. I won’t lose her again, not even for a second.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to.” She wiggles slightly. “You surprised me.” Her fingers touch my cheek. “And I needed to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
“You’re not.” I move toward the stairs. “Or if this is a dream, I’m not waking up.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works,” she replies.
I grin. “It is if I want it that way.”
Her eyebrow arches. “We’re doing what you want?”
Fischl has always been sassy. I missed that. Fuck, I missed everything. Her sharpness and her softness, her love and her anger. I’m going to swallow her whole. “I promise that what I want is the exact same thing that you want—me inside of you, fucking you until you can’t walk, until your pussy is full of my seed, until your head is full of me.”
“I have to make dinner for the kids later. I definitely need to have use of my legs by then.”
“We’ll see.” I’m not making promises I can’t keep.
At the top of the stairs, I veer to the right until I reach the end. I kick the door in and arrow straight for the bed. “Enough talking, time to get naked.” I place her on the mattress and kick off my boots. They thud against the hardwood floor. My jeans are next, followed by my shirt.
Her eyes widen at the sight of my body.
“I don’t remember you being so big.”
“I work construction,” I say by way of explanation. I bend down over Fischl, ready to get her clothes off, too.
“What happened to your mom’s business?”
I pause with my hand above her waist. “Insurance?” Why are we talking about jobs and shit?
“Yes, didn’t that interest you?”
I straighten up and stare at Fischl in confusion. “You know damned well I had no interest in doing office work like that. What are you talking about?”
She releases a shaky laugh. “I don’t know. All of a sudden you’re in front of me and you don’t look like young Cooper anymore. You’re so big and…hard.” I bite back a groan. Her words are sending me into orbit. “It’s like you’re a stranger.” She draws her legs up. “I don’t know you.”
“You know me better than anyone. Except for maybe Dunc, but that’s only because he’s lived with me longer. You know stuff about me even Dunc doesn’t know, though.” We shared everything with each other. She was going to be a teacher. I was going to coach football. We were going to buy a house on Cherry Street with a big porch that could hold two Adirondak chairs. We’d have four kids—or five, depending on the day we talked about it. I place a knee on the mattress and smooth a hand up her jean-clad leg. “I’m the same as always. Not super good in school but decent with my hands.”