My sexuality has never been an insecurity of mine, but I also knew what I preferred from a very young age. I can imagine it can be quite jarring going your entire life, thinking you liked things one way, only to find out that may not be the whole truth.
I’ve never felt like a dirty little secret to Cope. Never felt like he was trying to hide me—or worse, hide his feelings for me. I mean, shit, earlier, when he met Aston and Knox, he introduced himself to them as myboyfriend. When that word spilled out of his mouth, I nearly choked on my own tongue. I’m surprised I was able to behave like a functioning human being after that. It took me by surprise, but at the same time…also, kind of not. It’s on par for Cope. On par for everything I’ve seen of him thus far.
And the way that word—that title—sounded… Yeah, I could get used to that.
“I missed you too,” I admit, my voice coming out breathy, revealing just how gone I am for Cope already, and we’ve barely gotten started.
Hot, slick lips leave mine, and trail along my jaw, his scruff scratching at my freshly shaved skin, causing a shiver to rack through my body in the very best way. I want to wake up tomorrow covered in beard burn because then I will get to replay this moment and what’s to come for days after he goes back toCopper Lake. As much as I would love to follow him back there when he leaves Sunday, it’s just not feasible with everything I still need to get settled here.
I’ve made up my mind—Washington isn’t for me anymore. It’s not home. It’s not where I want to lay down roots. I plan to tell Cope tomorrow morning over breakfast, and I’m hoping I’ll only have to be here a couple more weeks before I can make the move official. I’m thankful I can continue with my two businesses remotely. In this instance, it pays off to be the brains behind the operation. Not that Bastian is dumb or anything, but we both know I’ve always handled the numbers, while his strength has always been in the store and around our staff.
Sharp teeth nip at my clavicle, goosebumps blooming all over my flesh as I inhale a sharp breath that quickly melts into a groan when he runs the flat of his tongue over the area. My hips roll into his all on their own. We’re both already hard, but I can tell, like me, he wants to take his time. We have all night…and then all day tomorrow too. I plan to become intimately familiar with every inch of Cope’s body—every freckle, every line and dip of muscle, every last erogenous zone—by the time he has to jump on that plane and leave all over again.
Glancing over to the bedside table, I spot the bottle of champagne on ice I requested earlier, a grin tugging on my lips as I sit back on my haunches and grab it. Water droplets fall from the bottle onto Cope’s exposed chest as I work the cork out. He hisses as the cool liquid lands on his skin. Once the bottle’s open, I bring it up to my lips, tilt my head back, and down a few swallows.
Cope lifts his head slightly, allowing me to pour some into his mouth too. His dark, heated eyes stay firmly on me as he swallows, his throat rolling as he does. With the angle he’s in, a few dribbles spill out of his mouth, and with a smirk I know he catches, I lean down, swiping my tongue along the side of hischin that’s wet with champagne, gathering it up. An idea pops into my head, my cock twitching at the thought as I reposition myself between his spread thighs.
The sight before me is enough to make my mouth water. It’s one I want to seal to memory and never forget. Cope is laid out in front of me, miles and miles of golden tan skin on display, not an inch of clothing covering his beautiful, hard body, and he’s wearing the sexiest smirk that makes my heart pound harder. He is gorgeous. All man, and according to him, all mine.
The thought tips my lips up into a grin. “So, boyfriend, huh?”
Cope breathes out a laugh, his cheeks heating to a brilliant shade of pink. Bashful looks good on him. “Yeah. That okay?”
“Oh, cowboy…” I drag my finger from the base of his throat, all the way down his torso. “It’s more than okay. In fact…” I tip the champagne bottle until a steady stream pours out of the lip, onto Cope’s bare chest. It funnels downward until it pools in his navel. Leaning down, I peer up at him from beneath my lashes before I continue. “I kind of love the sound of it…don’t you?”
Before he can answer, I flick my tongue over the dip, slurping the champagne out before dragging it up, making sure to clean up every ounce of spilled liquid across his chest. He groans, the sound vibrating against my mouth.
“Me too,” he gasps. “I love the sound of it too.”
I kiss and suck my way across his neck, trailing along his jaw, before brushing my lips with his. It’s not a kiss. Not yet, at least. It’s me, breathing him in. Letting my senses fill up with him until I’m drowning in Cope. His tongue flits out, gliding along my barely parted lips, grazing my bottom teeth. Pulling back teasingly, I watch a pout protrude from his mouth, his brows pinching together in a lusty frustration.
“I need you,” he breathes.
“You have me.”
A noise that can only be described as a growl rumbles up his throat.
“Know what I want?” I ask, the words coming out raspy and hoarse, my arousal evident in my tone.
“What’s that?”
“I wantyouinsidemetonight,” I reply, climbing into his lap. His hands easily find my hips, his erection brushing along the crack of my ass. “Want to ride you, and feel you until I can’t think around how full I am.”
Cope whimpers, fingers digging into my flesh, no doubt leaving a mark. “Yes,” he moans. “I want that too.”
Our lips collide brutally. There’s nothing gentle about this kiss. We’re both so turned on, both aching for the pleasure we can give each other, and it’s clear we’re both done waiting. The slow, the teasing, it’s over. Cope’s tongue thrusts into my mouth, licking around, telling me without words just how desperate he is for me.
And I feel the same.
My arms snake around his neck, his around my middle, until our chests are flush. My nipples harden as they brush along his body, and my hips roll, loving the feel of his length caressing my ass. I’m so horny for him, I wish I could put his dick in me now, but I know I need to get myself ready. Not only has it been a while since I’ve been fucked, but he’s alsohuge, and I know he could seriously hurt me if we aren’t careful. But I’m not ready to end this yet.
I don’t know how long we sit here, making out like we can’t get enough of each other, but by the time we break apart, we’re both breathless, and my head feels light. Cope’s lips are red and swollen, slick with our shared spit, and his eyes are glazed over, pupils blown.
My chest warms as we watch each other, his attraction and the severity of his feelings for me evident in the way he looks atme. The way he doesn’t falter. He says it all with his eyes. It’s heady.
Leaning over, I reach into the drawer, pulling out the contents I stored in there, tossing the box onto the bed beside him as I keep the bottle in my grip. I climb off his lap, sitting in front of him as he watches me with part confusion, part intrigue.
“Give me your hand,” I instruct Cope, to which he does. I flick open the cap on the bottle of lube, pouring a dime-size amount into his palm. “Play with yourself while you watch me work myself open for you.”
