The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers Book 1)

by Jordan Marie

  I reach up and pull her down on my lap. She moves so she can straddle me and my hands rest on her hips, moving her body so the hard ridge of my cock nestles against her center. She’s wearing nothing under my shirt and I don’t give a fuck if an earthquake hits at this point—there will be a round two.

  “You mean the Gray Lucas heat,” I tell her, moving my hands to the tops of her thighs and letting my thumbs drop down to tease the inside, so close to her sweet little cunt that I can feel the heat rolling off of her.

  “Is that like the clap?” she asks, smiling sweetly. If there’s one thing CC does, it’s constantly keep my ego in check.

  “I really need to start spanking your ass,” I grumble.

  “Right now, you mention that and all I can think of is Ida Sue bent over the kitchen table…”

  “Quit trying to kill my boner, woman.”

  “I’m thinking that’s not possible with you. But back to what I was saying,” she says, picking up the paper. “The main story in the sports section of the Nebraska Gazette reads, and I quote: Grayson Lucas proves why he’s the hot young stud of the golf course.”

  “Jesus,” I grumble, pushing the paper out of her hands and pulling her into my body. Then, I burrow my head into her neck. God, she tastes so sweet here—like sugar. I could spend hours nibbling, biting, and kissing nothing but the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. I run my tongue up her collarbone and then gently knead her neck with my teeth, groaning as her hips shift and she grinds against my hard cock. I feel her fingers thread through my hair and she holds me close. “I can’t get enough of you, Cooper. I don’t think I ever will,” I tell her with stark honesty. I’ve spent this last week trying to show her how much I love her. I haven’t said the words. It’s a fucked up mess that the man who meant to always stay single now finds himself in love with a woman who is so freaking scared of commitment it oozes out of her pores. It’s probably fate’s sadistic karma. Somehow, I will make her see what we have. What we are together is a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

  In the past week, she’s thrown up some of my tabloid exploits. I’ve laughed them off, but even that’s getting tiring. I want to tell her that’s all in the past. Hell, since meeting CC, I haven’t looked at another woman. I don’t see them and that’s the truth.

  “Gray,” she whimpers, sliding back and forth on my cock. My dick slides in just the right spot and I wish to fuck that I wasn’t wearing my shorts.

  “I’m going to fuck you, CC. I’m going to bend you over this table and fuck you so hard that the people in the next room will hear you crying out my name.” I can feel the way her body quakes at my words, her fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain, and she moans while she continues trying to ride the hard outline of my dick. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to push that pretty face of yours down on the glass of this table and hold you in place while I feed your hungry pussy every inch of my cock?”

  “Oh fuck,” she whispers, her hands moving from my hair. I raise up from where I’m whispering in her ear to watch her hands move under my shirt. I grab the collar on each end and pull, ignoring the buttons that fly, interested only in exposing her lush breasts. I watch as CC toys with her nipples, her hips undulating against me. She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s very close to making herself come. That can’t happen, even if she is using my body and my hard-as-a-rock cock to get what she wants. I watch for another minute because I’m a man and this is the fucking hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Then I grab hold of her and stand up in one swift movement.

  “Gray!” she whines, her body shaking since she was so close.

  I ignore her protest and, instead, rip the shirt from her body. I should make a rule that she doesn’t wear clothes when we’re in the hotel room together; it slows me down too fucking much. I use my hand to push everything off the table. The vase and flowers crash first with a heavy thud on the carpet, followed by the breakfast dishes we used earlier. I ignore the noise, shifting us around so she’s in front of me. Then I push her against the table, bending her over. Her hands go out to steady herself. I’d worry I’m going too far if it weren’t for her ass pushing out against me, demanding more.

  “Hurry, Gray,” she urges.

  Fuck, she really is perfect for me.

  40

  CC

  He pushes me down on the cool glass of the table and I gasp as my breasts press down and my nipples caress the cold surface. I feel Gray close behind me, his hand pressing down on my back to keep me in place. He needn’t worry; I’m not going anywhere. Hell, I was supposed to go back to Kentucky, and instead I’m planning on going with Gray to Arizona. If I’m completely honest, I’m already wondering if Jackson can take over longer. I have it bad for this man, and as much as it scares me, I can’t seem to push him away.

  He keeps one hand on my back and I feel his other on the inside of one of my thighs, pulling it so my legs are apart. Then I feel him behind me, completely naked. His legs press against mine, and I can feel his cock slide against my ass as I wait for what comes next.

  “So ready for me. Are you willing to admit you’re mine yet, CC?” he asks, his voice hoarse. A million butterflies move in my stomach at his words. He’s been pushing and pushing for me to give him this. I haven’t. I want to say it out loud because inside I know it’s true, but I just can’t seem to.

  “Stop talking and start fucking,” I growl, but break off when his hand connects with my ass. Fire lances through my body. “Gray!” I yell, but he spanks me again. I breathe through it as his hand connects again. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask just as another one is delivered.

  “You’re mine, CC.”

  “I’m not…” I start to deny it, but the words refuse to come out. In the end, I whimper as his hand slaps my ass again. Somewhere while he delivers his punishment, it changes from pain to… an added pleasure.

  “You are mine, CC. Your body knows it, you know it. You just need to admit it,” he whispers against my ass as his tongue moves over the hot, tender skin. His lips place small kisses along the spots he has spanked and his hand moves down to find my pussy. “You’re so wet for me. I think my Cooper likes being spanked.” God. He’s right. I’m soaked and I’m aching to have him inside of me. “Your pussy is holding onto my fingers so tight, it’s going to break them,” he groans. His fingers move in and out of me, hard and fast. Gray’s right. I’m clenching my muscles so tight on his arm trying to keep his fingers exactly where I need them to come. I’m riding them with all that I have, needing to come so bad, I’m almost mindless.

  Suddenly, he takes his hand away. I try to rise up and complain but he keeps his hold solidly on my back, forbidding me to move. Then all at once, I feel the head of his cock sliding in the slick cream at my center. I can feel him at my opening and I whimper, needing him to push inside, to end this torture. When he does nothing, I all but snarl. “Gray! Stop torturing me!” My demand is met with a tight laugh, but even through it, I can hear the need in him.

  “I don’t have a condom. Are you going to let me fuck you raw?” he rumbles behind me as just the tip of his cock presses inside of me.

  “Damn it, Gray,” I growl because he’s been trying for a week to get me here. He thinks I’m being crazy, and a part of me thinks I am too. My whole life, no one sticks around though. Even people who care about me leave. Banger left. He may not have meant to, but he did. Letting Gray in completely is opening myself up to more pain, and I don’t think I can handle the pain that would be associated with losing Gray.

  “Tell me, CC,” he growls.

  “Yes, damn it. I want it too,” I growl, trying to ignore the tear that falls from my eye. It’s not because of what we’re doing; it’s the fear of losing Gray… because I might love him.

  All thought flees when he thrusts inside of me completely. When he sinks all the way in, he holds himself still. I feel his body stretched over me, his breath near my back. I close my eyes and memorize the feel of him
everywhere—the feel of him inside me. Proving how well Gray knows me, his next words grab ahold of me and do not let me go.

  “Don’t be afraid, CC. I’m here, baby, and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers. His hand pets my back before tangling in my hair. Then his other hand reaches around and zeroes in on my clit. He begins slowly manipulating it with his fingers and then starts setting a slow pace with his body.

  He fucks me slow and steady and the emotions are thick, my breath stalling in my chest when I hear him moan and feel his hot cum pour into me.

  “Never letting you go, baby. Never letting you go…”

  His words are the last I hear before I completely fragment into a million pieces with the largest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My entire body shakes and I squeeze my eyes shut. Then I bite my lip to keep from begging him to promise me he’ll always stay.

  Please, God, don’t let him be lying…

  41

  Gray

  “Cooper? Where are you? I have something I need to run by you!” I yell, coming through the hotel room. I don’t know how I’ve managed it, but somehow I’ve kept CC with me for two weeks. We’ve traveled through Nebraska, Arizona, and North Dakota. Now we’re in Mississippi. I’ve won each of the courses—and rather easily. What’s even better is that the press has been following me more and more. In fact, last tournament, more fanfare showed up in North Dakota to watch me work my magic than actually showed up for some of the premiere tournaments and talent. I don’t really give a fuck. However, it does mean one thing: Now the assholes in charge have set up a dinner with me. They’ve talked to Seth and they want me onboard in Hilton Head next week. Seth’s urging me to play ball. I want to say I don’t give a fuck. The truth is, however, that the competitive side in me realizes these tournaments are where the real talent is. The men who eat, drink, and sleep golf. The men who leave it all out on the green. In my career, I’ve had one motto: To be the best, you have to play the best. That competitive drive is what got me this far and I can’t ignore it now.

  All of that boils down to the fact that I’m meeting a bunch of stuffy suits for dinner tomorrow night, which would be easy, but it worries me how CC is going to react. Even I have to admit I’m nervous about it. Dinners haven’t exactly gone well with me and CC. Worse, Riverton will be at this meeting. I can only hope that Cammie doesn’t show up. It’s going to take a miracle to talk CC into going to this damn dinner as it is—a miracle I’ll never pull off if I can’t even find her. She’s not in the main room or the attached kitchen. The bedroom is empty, too.

  “Cooper!” I yell again, starting to get worried.

  “In here,” she calls from the bathroom. I open the door and what I see makes me feel like a hand is squeezing my heart. CC is in a bubble bath, her flowing red hair pinned atop her head, but a few curls have fallen down to frame her face. Her body is wet, shiny, and perfect, and I get just enough of a glance before the bubbles curve around and hide her from me, making me want more.

  “Damn, there’s a vision for a man to come home to,” I tell her, and I’m not joking. At all.

  “Except we’re not home, Einstein. We’re in a hotel.”

  “Honey, with a body like that, it doesn’t matter where we’re at,” I tell her, but I am mad at myself. What I really want to tell her is that anywhere she’s at feels like home to me. I can’t say that. She may be thawing out some, but she’s definitely not ready to hear me tell her how I really feel… what I really want.

  “So much flattery. Now can you get out of here so I can finish my bath?”

  “Um… go ahead and bathe, I’m not stopping you,” I tell her, leaning on the bathroom door and crossing my arms. Fuck no. I’m not about to leave. I’m not stupid.

  “Okay, let me rephrase that: Leave so I can finish my bubble bath without you bothering me.”

  “I’ll be good. You won’t even know I’m here.”

  “Yeah, sure. Your tongue is sticking out, pervert.”

  “What? I’m innocent.”

  “Whatever. You would think you’d be worn out especially after this morning.”

  “This morning was just an early workout. You should know your man by now, woman,” I tell her, and she gets this look on her face that stays there for all of a few seconds. Then, she just shakes her head at me.

  “Why are you back early? I thought you said you were going to go by the course and scope things out.”

  “Well, Seth called.”

  At my words, CC sits up a little taller in the tub, which is good for me because it reveals her breasts. My eyes are glued to them, watching as the water and bubbles stream slowly, running down her breasts until her nipples are revealed.

  “Are those assholes messing with you again? What the hell can they do now? Jesus, someone needs to teach these fuckers a lesson. I might be the one to do it. What are they doing?”

  I can hear her talking, but honestly I’m paying very little attention. My eyes are glued to her body and my cock is throbbing. I’ve always enjoyed sex, but having CC is making me a self-proclaimed sex addict.

  “Gray! Eyes up here, moron. What bullshit are they pulling now?”

  “Moron? Words hurt, Cooper.”

  “I’m going to hurt you.”

  “I’ve never been into dominating women, but for you, I’d be willing to try.”

  “I know it’s hard, but will you try and be serious for a minute?”

  I crouch down by the tub, folding my hands on the edge and smiling at her. “Well, I am pretty hard.”

  “I know when there’s a naked woman in the room, your brain cells dissipate, but let’s try. What are those assholes pulling now?”

  “God, you’re sexy when you’re all set to defend me.”

  “Right now I’m thinking I might rather kill you.”

  I grin. Shit, this woman never stops giving me what I want.

  “They’re not doing anything, sweet lips. They want to meet with me.”

  “Of course they do, because they realize you’re the star. They need you. I swear, assholes with money are all the same.”

  “Hey now.”

  “You know what I mean,” she growls. “So when do you meet with them?”

  “They want to meet for dinner tomorrow night.”

  She is silent for a few minutes. Then, she takes a deep breath and her hand slides along the side of my face. “You got this.”

  There it is. CC giving me her support. CC believing in me. I don’t think she even realizes she does it, but she does. I notice, and that’s just one small thing in a million larger ones that makes her special, that makes her the woman I plan on keeping.

  “We got this,” I correct her, giving her a gentle kiss on her lips. “I thought it would be harder to talk you into having dinner with them. It means a lot that you…”

  “Wait. What are you talking about? Why would I be having dinner with them? It’s a business dinner. There’s no reason for me to be there.”

  “There’s every reason. I want you there. Hell, Cooper, I need you there.”

  “Gray, I don’t get along with those kind of people. If there’s anything our time together has taught us, it’s that.”

  “Bullshit. We’re a team, CC. You and me against them all.”

  “Gray…”

  “I need you, CC.”

  She closes her eyes, and guilt hits me. I know she’s given up a lot to come with me. I know this is hard for her. I’m a second away from telling her it’s okay when she surprises me.

  “Okay, fine,” she says.

  Elation strums through me. “You mean it?” I ask, sounding like a little kid.

  “Yeah. I mean, how bad can it be? At least Cammie and her father won’t be there,” she says.

  And here is my first huge mistake: I remain quiet. I don’t confess that Riverton will be there.

  Instead, I say, “You amaze me.” I push the guilt down, then pull her in for a kiss. Our tongues dance. Her arms go around me and she gives herself ov
er to me. I push in closer, intent on climbing into the tub and taking what’s mine.

  “Gray! What are you doing? You’ll get all wet!”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” I tell her, and I don’t. I need this. I need her. And I really don’t want to think about what’s going to happen if Riverton and Cammie are at that meeting tomorrow night.

  42

  CC

  “Are you sure I look alright?” I ask Gray for the tenth time, which is crazy since I know I look good. I’m also confident in the dress I’m wearing. I spent all day researching places on the web so I would find the perfect dress to wear. We’re having dinner at a very uptown restaurant. It took us two hours to drive here. I guess the assholes didn’t want to eat in the small town they had condemned Gray to compete in.

  “Sweetheart, you look beautiful,” he says, and the softness in his voice almost undoes me. I’m wearing a black cocktail dress. Classic, chic, and definitely not something that will embarrass me or Gray. I went to a spa and had my hair tamed and fixed. If there is one thing about my outfit that Gray doesn’t like, my hair would be it; he loves my hair and misses the curls tonight. I’d never admit it, but I kind of do, too. I take a breath at the hostess table, trying to make sure my dress is straight and I haven’t done something stupid. I look behind me thinking I will find toilet paper stuck to my dress from when I went to the bathroom, but there isn’t. It doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, but then again, I’m not exactly making a lot of sense tonight. “Stop fidgeting, Cooper. You’re beautiful. You’re the best looking woman here tonight.”

  “You haven’t seen the other women,” I tell him.

  He pulls my face close to his, so close that our foreheads touch. His hands gently cup the sides of my neck and his eyes look deep into mine. “Since the moment I met you, Claudia Cooper, other women ceased to exist for me.” His words, so softly delivered, pierce my heart and squeeze it so tight it’s hard to breathe.