Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
He was balls deep in my ass, filling me completely. It was almost too much. I had to will myself to relax.
“I think you’re supposed to move or something,” I croaked out.
Cooper huffed affectionately. “Smartass.”
But then he rolled his hips, rocking forward and back, and yeah…that was good.
“Yeah, I like that. More.”
I didn’t have to ask twice. Cooper set a steady pace…it was almost gentle. All traces of pain disappeared, and now it was only pleasure. And when he hit that one spot… Holy shit.
Cooper growled. “I’m gonna fuck you now.”
My sarcastic “I thought that was what we were doing” never surfaced. He moved faster, his cock hitting a sweet spot that made my toes curl at each pass. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on, urging Cooper to “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” I heard the desperation in my voice, and I probably should have been embarrassed by my lack of chill, but I was all in.
Being pinned and fucked within an inch of my life by a sexy beast of a lumberjack was my new favorite thing. I raked my fingernails down his back, gripped his perfect bubble butt, and arched to meet him thrust for thrust.
Cooper buried his face in my neck, licking, nipping, kissing, as he pumped his hips. So fucking good, but I was already close. Too close. I slipped my hand between our bodies to finish myself off and—
“On your knees,” Cooper barked.
He gave me space to comply, his razor-sharp baby blues watching me fumble onto all fours, his proud cock pointing at the ceiling. Christ, he was insanely hot. A masculine, bearded, tough guy with calloused hands intent on taking me apart should have made me nervous, but this was the fantasy that had lurked in my mind for decades. This, right here. Him.
Cooper entered me quickly, no soft words this time. That was okay. I didn’t need coddling. I wanted him to give me everything he had. I could take it. And I did. He pushed me flat, one hand pressed between my shoulder blades, the other tugging my hair as he fucked me into the mattress.
“Fuck, yes…yes…fuck!” I tried to get to my cock, but Cooper was faster.
“I got you. Come on. Come for me.”
I roared through the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced. It hit like a meteor and sent me flying. And Cooper was right there with me, bucking his hips furiously and trembling.
Neither of us moved…or talked afterward. I didn’t know about Cooper, but I was in no hurry to reenter the land of the living.
I came to in waves, my surroundings clicking into place like shards of shattered glass taped together in a mosaic. It was disorienting as fuck, and just as I started to think I’d fallen down a rabbit hole like Alice in fucking Wonderland, Cooper was there, pulling me against his chest…holding me.
Why did I love this? Who the fuck was I?
CHAPTER 7
SILAS
The rest of the day was spent lounging in front of the fire, watching old adventure flicks. I muted the volume during Cooper’s occasional work calls and FaceTime sessions with his kids. I probably should have gathered my belongings and headed next door to give him some privacy, but he didn’t seem to mind my presence, and I was too curious about the many facets of Cooper: father, lumberjack boss man, lover.
He was all business with his employees, but he wasn’t an asshole. More of a “no-nonsense, get shit done” kind of guy. With his kids, he morphed into a gentle giant. His sharp edges softened in the form of crinkled eyes, indulgent smiles, and infinite patience. He joked with them, reeled them in if they pushed too far, but never raised his voice.
And with me…he was—well, it was safe to say I confused him. I shouldn’t have been here, but I was, and for reasons unknown, this felt so good and right…and real.
Obviously, it wasn’t real. I knew that. Just as I knew that avoiding social media and the world that existed beyond Wood Hollow wasn’t a long-term strategy. Those were tomorrow problems.
Or the next day.
I spent a second night in his bed and woke up to gray skies but no new snow. According to Cooper, Wood Hollow would slowly return to normal. He wasn’t in a hurry to get to the mill, but he planned to be there at noon. That gave us time to fool around, eat breakfast, and at Cooper’s insistence…shovel Vally’s driveway.
No snowball fight today, but a chunk of snow at the bottom of the steps leading to Val’s porch made the perfect base for a snowman. We cleared the path, adding more bulk to the round figure until there was no denying I had the beginnings of an awesome Frosty lookalike.
Suddenly, I was a man on a mission. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d made a snowman. I’d scanned the yard for sticks and stones to use for limbs and facial features, but the earth was buried in white stuff, so I poked holes where his eyes might be with my fingers and drew a wide smile while Cooper shoveled away.