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)
Cooper hummed. “That’s good. I can’t imagine dealing with a public divorce. That must have been difficult.”
I studied his strong profile and continued. “Yeah. The reality is that I don’t have a low-profile job. I didn’t play football to become famous, but I used to get mentioned in sports podcasts and blogs and whatever. I dated a beautiful woman, and that was news on a slow news day. People magazine wanted an exclusive on our wedding day. My agent and the Devils’ publicist were all for it. Alli and I didn’t mind, either. It was fun. Until it fell apart and rando reporters wanted the inside scoop of our demise.”
“And now she’s with someone who’s more famous and—”
I barked a laugh. “Dude. That’s like saying Elvis Presley is more famous than Wood Hollow High’s prom king. I’m a big fat nobody in that scenario, and I’m okay with it.”
“You wouldn’t have signed a new contract if you were okay with it,” he commented gently.
“Okay…true.” I nodded. “True. But I don’t care about fame.”
“Then why does the final season redo matter?” He set a hand on my elbow. “I’m not trying to put you on the spot, I’m just curious.”
“Funny you should ask. I’ve been thinking about this a lot.” I leaned forward, suddenly intense. “I don’t need the money or the spotlight. I like the idea of positive press or at least press about my game rather than a failed marriage, but if I get attention for coming back, I should do something with it. Like sponsor a cause and raise a shit-ton of dough. It could be for wildlife conservation, animal shelters, youth sports, or…I don’t know. Something important. Something I can be proud of.”
Cooper laced our fingers and kissed my knuckles. “That’s a great idea. I love it.”
That meant more coming from him than he might ever know, but I was awkward with compliments. “I’m full of big ideas and noble intentions. Or I’m full of shit. Who knows?”
“I know,” he said in a low sexy timbre that turned me inside out.
And that was that.
We stared at each other and smiled, hands clasped as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Later, we fumbled in my dimly lit room, removing clothing and sighing with pleasure at the first brush of skin. We took our time, touching, kissing, sucking, stroking. I slid between Cooper’s legs and took him in my mouth, swallowing his length like a porn star…only gagging once. I jacked his cock and grinned up at him, soaking in the sweetness of his affectionate gaze.
Christ, I couldn’t remember sex ever feeling so carefree and easy. I was comfortable with him in ways that were impossible with a woman. Sure, we both had dicks and that probably had something to do with it, or maybe it was all Cooper. The rugged lumberjack with a quiet, commanding presence was a force unto himself, and I wanted to be wherever he was in any way he’d let me.
I tongued his balls, flattened my tongue from the base of his cock to the tip. He moaned, grabbing my hair, wordlessly asking for more. I would have let him fuck my face…no problem. But I was hoping for something else.
I stroked him lazily. “Can I fuck you? I’ll go slow. I can make it good for you. If you’ll let me.”
Cooper tugged at my hair and bent to lower his mouth to mine. “Yes.”
I kissed him again as I reached for supplies. “Stay just like that. I want to see you.”
He gestured for the lube. “It’s been a while. We’re gonna need a lot of that stuff.”
“I got half a bottle, and I’m not afraid to use it,” I joked in a shaky tone. “But, um…let me get a towel.”
“Good thinking.”
I was gone for less than a minute and returned to find Cooper with his thighs spread, fingering his ass. “Hey, that’s my job.”
He chuckled as I swatted him away and took over, filling him with two fingers, three. Fuck, it was a sexy show. Cooper’s big body opening for me, his eyes at half-mast, his hand wrapped around his cock.
“I’m ready,” he grunted. “Just…”
“I know.” I withdrew and scrambled to find the condom I’d dropped on the mattress. I tore the foil and rolled it on, adding even more lube. “You know how you’re always telling me to relax? It’s your turn, baby. This python isn’t gonna fit if you don’t loosen up for me.”
Cooper snickered. “Python? I’m fucking an overgrown manchild.”
“Technically, I’m doing the fucking,” I countered, tapping my cock at his entrance.
“Then get on with it, Anderson. Let me feel that big dick of yours.”
Jesus. No pressure.
I licked my bottom lip and pushed—and oh, my freaking God, I was never gonna be the same again.
He was so tight, so hot, so hard. I glanced at our joined bodies in awe. Cooper was big and hairy and undeniably masculine. It felt so natural to let him take control. It was what he did best. He was the boss, the dad, the guy who’d know what to do in any crisis. Yet he was giving me this…honor, privilege. It was proof of trust, and damn, I wasn’t going to let him down.