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)
I moved by inches, so slow that my arms trembled with the effort not to collapse. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, but…”
I rolled my hips experimentally, loving his hiss of pleasure. “What? Say it.”
Cooper gave a strangled laugh. “Fuck me, Silas. Let’s see what that python of yours can do.”
I rocked back and forth, eliciting another moan. “Tsk, tsk. Taunting the quarterback.”
“What are you gonna do? Call foul for unsportsmanlike conduct?”
I rested my forehead on his and chuckled. “Cool it, asshole. This is a serious moment for me. I’ve never done this and this is…you. I want it to be good.”
Cooper cupped my neck and kissed my brow tenderly…so tenderly. “It’s already amazing. C’mon, baby…fuck me.”
And I did.
I started slowly, for my sake as much as his. The last thing I wanted was to be a two-pump chump. I pulled almost all the way out and languidly surged forward a couple of times. But when Cooper grabbed my ass and hiked his legs around me, I took the hint and upped the pace.
The headboard thumped against the wall, and the bedsprings creaked under our weight as I thrust harder and deeper. Just as I thought it might be too much, he’d dig his heels into my ass cheeks or bite my shoulder. I took the hint and let go.
I couldn’t hold on. I was losing control…and he hadn’t even touched himself. Wait. That was my job. I went to stroke him, but Cooper grunted and flipped us over. My dick slipped out and I half wondered if he’d changed his mind. The look in his eyes indicated that he was in the same state as I was—a man teetering on the edge. He lowered himself on my pole, gripped his dick, and rode me hard.
I’d thought I was in trouble before, but that was nothing. I splayed my hands on his hairy chest, tweaked his nipples as I watched his euphoric expression—head tilted, jaw tight, tongue tracing his upper lip.
Oh, my God. “I’m gonna…I can’t—”
“Yes,” was all he said as we came together.
It was everything at once. Cooper’s mouth on mine, my cock pulsing in his ass, cum spurting between us. I held him close, burying my nose in his hair, shivering through wave after wave of bliss.
We took our time resurfacing to reality. The bed was a mess, we were a mess, but none of that mattered. I should have asked if he was okay, if I’d been too rough, or he needed anything. That was what a sensitive lover did for his partner, right? But Cooper was holding me now. His fingers were in my hair, and his lips were pressed to my temple.
And all I could think was that I’d better tread carefully here. This guy would be so easy to fall for.
CHAPTER 17
COOPER
Spring slipped by in the usual melee of work, school, and kid activities, but nothing felt ordinary anymore. Not with Silas in town.
“I was thinking of staying till the end of July. Is that cool?”
Did he really have to ask?
Silas was a breath of fresh air and all my favorite holidays wrapped in one sexy package—an attentive lustful lover, a loyal friend, and he was incredible with Ivy and Chase. He was funny and sometimes goofy, but his brand of silly had a sharpness that kept him from being a pushover.
Yes, of course I wanted him here.
We’d quickly established a rhythm that gave anyone who’d bothered noticing the impression that we were neighbors who’d become friends. Red Oak was a secluded lane shrouded in the forest. No one would wonder why one of our houses was dark when my kids were with their mom. If they spotted us sharing a booth at the diner or grabbing coffee at Rise and Grind, they wouldn’t think twice about it.
The real truth was that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
It was impossible to be in a room and not touch Silas. It didn’t have to be sexual. I was happy to watch TV with him, and my heart raced at the feel of Silas’s knee against mine at the kitchen island. I liked having him in my space, playing video games, making coffee, lying naked in my bed. Or next door at his friend’s house.
We traded off places on a whim based on clean sheets, who’d recently bought groceries, or who had a better supply of lube and condoms. I’d text him on my way home, and either he’d be on my doorstep, or he’d tell me to come over. Some nights we attacked each other on sight, too anxious to be naked and horizontal to bother with finesse. Other nights, we’d make dinner and talk, and just…be together.
It was, obviously, different if the kids were home. Silas might wait outside, timing the end of a run with their arrival. They’d offer an enthusiastic invitation for dinner, and he’d play the part of a gracious guest. Sometimes he helped with homework, which was highly entertaining. Sometimes he’d play soccer, football, or baseball with them while I barbecued. Silas had a knack with kids. He understood the art of reciprocation. He’d share an interesting football fact or a funny thing that happened in town and it would seamlessly open a new avenue of conversation.