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)
“A little rustic, but not bad for my first effort in twenty-five years,” I said, brushing my gloved palms as I examined my creation.
“You haven’t made a snowman in twenty-five years?”
“At least. Tahoe is just a few hours away from Oakland, but I was busy with football and I got the impression the trip was too expensive. Money was tight when I was growing up.”
He propped his shovel against the railing. “Your folks must be proud of you.”
“I ’spose.” I shrugged noncommittedly, then hooked a thumb at the modern log cabin behind me. “Want to check out Val’s house? It’s pretty cool.”
Awkward segue, but Cooper wasn’t bothered. He followed me up the short set of steps leading to the grand entry.
Vally’s investment property was a modern marvel of glass, wood, and steel. I’d spent one night and a few collective waking hours here, so I couldn’t give much of a tour. Too bad, ’cause Cooper was interested.
He knocked on a beam and gestured to the ceiling. “We forested, treated, and prepared every piece of wood for this house.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“So you know this place.”
“Sure. We’re the primary lumber source in the area.” Cooper peered up at the wood-and-glass stairway. “We work with the local contractor who’s built nearly all the custom homes in Wood Hollow and the new development on the next ridge. I haven’t visited every single house, but since this one is in my backyard, I’m very familiar with it. C’mere. I’ll show you something.”
Cooper led the way through the kitchen to the garage. He opened a built-in cabinet, crouched low, and pointed at what looked like a few random letters and numbers.
“What’s that?”
“IM, CM, and the date.” He grinned, his eyes glinting with easy humor. “Ivy McMurry and Chase McMurry…July twelfth.”
I whistled. “Graffiti and vandalism. Wow. You’ve got a couple of outlaws on your hands. Have they left their signature on every property in town?”
Cooper barked a laugh. “No, just this one. The contractor broke ground here soon after I moved next door. We got to know the layout well enough to navigate the house in the dark without a flashlight.”
“That’s not weird at all,” I snarked. “If you know so much…where’s the bedroom?”
Not my smoothest line, but it worked.
He pulled me through the enormous fishbowl great room with its cathedral ceilings and walls made entirely of windows to the modern stairway. The house was larger and had more wow factor than Cooper’s—his was warm and cozy, and this one wasn’t.
But sure enough, Cooper knew his way around.
He waltzed into the primary suite, quickly surveying the jumbled duvet and the clothes cascading from the duffel I’d left on the chair in the corner. I put my hands in my pockets and realized I was still wearing my winter gear. It was as good an excuse as any to undress.
Cooper’s intense gaze almost had me thinking I’d mastered the art of seduction via striptease. He waited till I was in nothing but boxer briefs and socks to lunge for me. And though it shouldn’t have been sexy, the contrast of my near naked state and his fully clothed one turned me the fuck on. I ravaged him with openmouthed kisses as I unzipped and tugged at the fabric between us till we were both naked.
We rutted like animals, grinding our cocks as we feasted, twisting our tongues and nipping at swollen lips. I was ridiculously close to the edge in no time at all, and Cooper must have sensed it.
He licked my jaw and nibbled my ear. “Are you sore?”
“Yeah, but I don’t care.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to see you. Touch you.”
“Yes. Touch me,” I agreed, still breathless and hard as a post.
“On your knees,” he commanded, kicking the duvet aside.
I didn’t hesitate. I faced the headboard, my thighs parted and my dick dripping precum on the pillow beneath me. “Like this?”
“Just like that,” Cooper hummed.
He tapped his rigid cock on my ass, then pressed it against my crease and rocked his hips intently. I ignited in a flash. Every nerve ending in my body zinged to life. He must have changed his mind, and I was more than okay with that.
Cooper’s big hands roved my body, gripping my hips and spreading me wide.
I closed my eyes at the feel of his tongue flicking my hole. “Oh, fuck.”
“Not today,” he said with a low rumbly chuckle. “But I gotta taste you.”
He laved my opening, flattening his tongue as he reached between my legs to fondle my balls and stroke me. I was in sensory overload in no time and the moment he eased a finger inside, I had no hope of lasting. Two fingers? I was a goner.
I grasped hold of the headboard, roaring as I came. Just as I thought it couldn’t have been hotter, I felt Cooper’s warm release hit my lower back.