The Perfect Stroke

by Jordan Marie

  “Gray! Stop! Oh God, stop!” It takes him a minute to realize I’m asking him to quit, probably because, greedy whore that I am, I still have both my legs wrapped around him trying to hold him inside. God.

  “It’s okay, baby, don’t get scared on me. This is good. What we have is good,” he croons, but he doesn’t understand.

  “You don’t have a condom on. We can’t do this. Oh shit, Gray! Get up!” I urge him, unlocking my legs from around him.

  “Aren’t you on the pill?” he asks, still not moving.

  “What? Yeah, of course.”

  “Then what’s the problem?” he asks, sounding confused.

  “Hello? The pill doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t protect you from diseases…”

  “I’m clean, Cooper.”

  “You did a sex tape. You want me to just trust that…?”

  “You trusted me enough to fuck me in the first place,” he says, and now he’s starting to sound upset with me. That, however, doesn’t stop him from starting to move back inside of me. He angles his body and the sensation is so good, I nearly lose my train of thought.

  “Gray! You can’t come inside of me,” I tell him, my voice dripping in panic.

  “Relax, I’ll pull out and come all over your stomach, but we will be talking about this later. I’m not going to wear condoms with you forever, Cooper. I want you like this again. Fuck, over and over, just like this,” he says, slamming into me.

  I want to argue, but as he pushes me toward my climax, I can do nothing but hold onto him. I want more of this too. I want it over and over, just like him.

  I call out his name as I shatter into a million pieces. I’m barely coming back down when I feel him leave my body, and I want to cry at the loss. I feel his warm cum fall against my stomach and my hand automatically goes there to hold on to it, to rub it against my skin and keep it as close as I can get. I feel a moment of sadness because, although I know I am right, I am perversely wishing it was inside of me, that I could feel the hot spray deep in my body. Shit!

  Grayson Lucas is making me break all of my rules.

  CC is unusually quiet as we make our way from the barn back to Mom’s house. I reach out and take her hand and our fingers slide together. It feels good, and when I squeeze her hand reassuringly, she looks up at me. For a second, I see fear in those green eyes, but then a slow smile breaks on her lips. A smile for me. It’s mine, I’m claiming it, just like I’ve claimed her.

  “Wait! Where are you going?” she whispers loudly, sounding as if I’m doing something completely crazy, which maybe I am, because in my head I’m trying to figure out how to talk CC into having sex with me without worrying about the birth control. Any birth control. Just from the panic in the barn alone, I know that’s not going to be easily done. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s what I want. She’s mine forever. I’m not giving her up, even if I can’t tell her that yet. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I did, she would run. That can’t happen.

  “We’re already late for dinner. Mom will skin us both alive if we don’t get in there pretty soon.”

  “I can’t go in there!”

  “Why not?” I ask, thoroughly confused.

  “We just had sex!”

  “Sweet lips, not to point out the obvious, but I think they all know that.”

  “But I have your protein sauce all over my stomach!”

  “Protein sauce?”

  “You know what I mean! I’m all sticky!”

  “We wiped it off. It’s fine. You’re being crazy over nothing. Besides, you made me put it there. I would have much rather had my little soldiers swimming inside that sweet little body of yours and eventually dripping down your thighs to remind you of everything we did.”

  “Your little soldiers need to stay far and away from my insides, Grayson Lucas.”

  “We’ll see,” I tell her, frowning. Getting in her unprotected might be a little harder than I anticipated.

  “We’ll see? There’s nothing to see!” she practically shouts.

  I ignore her, instead choosing to open the door to the kitchen and gently, but firmly, pushing her inside. She stumbles slightly before looking over her shoulder and shooting me a look to kill. I grin just to piss her off more.

  “What are we seeing?” White asks.

  “Cooper doesn’t want to have a baby with me,” I tell him like that’s something I discuss every day. The room goes silent, but I ignore them all. They don’t get it. When I decided CC was mine, all of my normal routines were thrown out the window. I’m not interested in other women. I’m not interested in trying to burn her out of my system. I want to keep her attached to my side. I want to make sure she can’t get away. I can’t give her those reasons out loud yet because my CC is as skittish as a young colt. I’m not going to make a big secret about shit, either. She needs to hear some of it. She needs to get used to it because I’m going nowhere.

  “I can’t believe you,” she huffs in my ear for me alone. “Ignore him. He hit his head on a stall door in the barn. He’s obviously delirious,” she says louder for everyone to hear. Everyone remains silent, most likely because they know I’m totally serious.

  Mom reaches over and takes a piece of hay that was stuck in CC’s hair. “You seem to have hay in your hair, sweetie. You really should have picked the kitchen table. That hay can be mighty uncomfortable. And the barn usually has mosquitoes big enough to carry a body off,” she says.

  “Umm…”

  “And you needn’t worry. Janson made sure this table could hold up an army. It’s sturdy enough to handle anything you two do.”

  “Umm,” CC says again, probably not knowing what to say. Mom has that effect on everyone, and has it often.

  “There’s a lot of good memories on this table. It’s our favorite worshipping altar,” Janson agrees.

  “You guys, really? I eat off this table!” Cyan growls, being the lone Lucas sibling who still lives at home.

  “So do I,” says Janson, grinning and winking at Mom.

  Everyone moans at the yuckiness of thinking of our Mom like that. Hell, my own moan joins in.

  “You have a very strange family, crayon man.”

  “If I had a dollar…” I sigh, then put some roast on CC’s plate before adding some to mine. I do the same with the mashed potatoes.

  “What if I didn’t want mashed potatoes?” she asks, then reaches over to get a roll and put it on my plate.

  “You love mashed potatoes. The waitress at the diner always makes sure you get a double order and you eat every bite,” I tell her, pulling off a piece of the roll with my fingers and popping it in my mouth.

  She turns to look at me, studying my face. “You notice things like that?”

  “I notice everything about you, Cooper.”

  “Why?” she asks, sounding really confused.

  “Because you matter,” I tell her, kissing her briefly on the lips. Then I return to eating, leaving her to think while I get lost in the conversations going on around us. I figure I’ve given her enough to think about.

  Rome wasn’t built in a day. Tomorrow, I’ll push a little more.

  “This was your room growing up?”

  “What gave it away?”

  “The naked girl posters.”

  “Well, this was also Green’s room, so those are his, and I’d like to point out that some of them are wearing clothes.”

  “Like… those two over there?” I point to the wall across from the bed.

  “Well, those are Green’s. Really, they all are, except Sophia Loren there. That one is all mine.”

  “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Hell no! That woman is trophy-boner worthy.”

  “Okay, first of all, talking about other women inducing boners while in bed with me? Yeah, that should never happen again.”

  “Point made, sweet lips,” he whispers, rolling over me so his body covers mine. He kisses along the inside of my neck and, just like that, I have to strug
gle to remember what we were talking about.

  “Second, what is a trophy-boner?”

  “It’s what you get from me every fucking time without even trying,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling it to his dick. He wraps my hand around it, putting his own on top of mine. We stroke his cock together while looking into each other’s eyes.

  I grin. “That is impressive.”

  “And you and Sophia Loren are the only two women to ever get me this hard,” he whispers, biting on my earlobe.

  “Oh my God! You do realize that she’s, like, one hundred and eighty now, right?”

  “Sacrilege! She’s like eighty, eighty-one tops.”

  “It scares me that you know this.”

  “Hey, I get invested when it matters,” he murmurs, sliding down my body and kissing my stomach. I reluctantly let go of his cock, but only because his mouth is headed in a direction I’d definitely like to have it. I close my eyes and enjoy the way his lips graze against the skin on my stomach and the small kisses he places along my hip bone.

  “Cooper, I have a favor to ask you.”

  “What’s that?” Something in his tone pulls me out of my happy place.

  “I want you to go to Nebraska with me.”

  “Nebraska?” I’m completely alert now. My body stiffens and Gray must notice because he sighs and pulls up so he can lie beside me. He picks up my hand and pulls it to him, letting his fingers trace around the bones in my wrists as he massages my palm.

  “That’s where my next tournament is. I’ve been on break for a couple of weeks because of tendonitis in my shoulder. I have to go to Nebraska, and I really want you with me.”

  “They play golf in Nebraska?”

  “Yes, though everyone wants to avoid the course I’m on.”

  “I thought in golf you could pick and choose what tournaments you play in? Or did I read that wrong?”

  “You researched golf?” he asks, turning to look at me. I shrug uncomfortably. If he knew how much he consumed my thoughts, he’d probably worry. He kisses the tip of my nose and grins like a big kid on Christmas morning. “That deserves a reward, Claudia Cooper.”

  “Yeah, yeah. So why are you going to Nebraska and not one of the big time golf courses?”

  “Do you know where those are?”

  “South Carolina? Georgia?”

  “A big reward…”

  The way he says that combined with the look in his eyes causes my insides to spasm.

  “Explain now. Sex later.”

  He sighs like I just took away his favorite toy, but he does it still smiling. “Okay, well, ideally when you are a ranked golfer, you can pick and choose.”

  “Yeah, and you can’t convince me—”

  “Unless, of course, you tick the wrong people off and then your invite gets misplaced, your inquiry gets ignored, your mail gets lost…”

  “Holy shit.”

  “In short, you get blackballed by the powers that be.”

  “What did you do?”

  “We don’t need to talk about that right now,” he says uncomfortably.

  “I think we do.”

  He sighs at my answer and looks at me for a minute, then lets me have it. “Remember the tape with the two girls?”

  “I’m trying to forget. That should be another topic, by the way, that we don’t talk to each other about in bed. Or ever, really.”

  “You brought it up. It’s just that one of those girls happens to be the daughter of one of the major tour promoters and sponsors.”

  “Jesus, Gray. Haven’t you heard the saying ‘don’t shit where you eat’?”

  “You’ve been hanging around my mom a little too much.”

  “So Riverton’s sponsorship meant his money would make things easier…”

  “Well, more like he had influence with most of the powers that be. With him in my corner…”

  “You could go back to playing at the fields you love…”

  “And hopefully winning to further my rank.”

  “And here I thought golf was boring. It’s reading like a made-for-TV movie.”

  “Anyway, telling Riverton and Cammie to go fuck themselves—though, in nicer words—kind of nixed any thought of that working out. Hell, it probably made a bad situation even worse.”

  “They are vindictive assholes.”

  “So, Nebraska it is, and I want you with me.”

  “Gray…”

  “C’mon, Cooper. Come to Nebraska with me. I want you by my side.”

  I study his face. I should say no. I have a business I’ve already neglected enough by coming here. I have obligations. There’s a million reasons I should say no and, honestly, only one I should say yes.

  Gray. Gray is the reason. Gray with his wicked smile, his sexy laugh, his outrageous behavior and crazy family. Gray who makes my body melt and my heart feel light. Gray who knows that I love mashed potatoes.

  “Okay.”

  “C’mon, Cooper,” he persists. “I promise that if you… Wait. What did you say?”

  “I said okay, I’ll go to Nebraska with you.”

  “Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this, sweet lips.”

  “On one condition,” I add, interrupting him.

  “What’s that?”

  “I want my reward,” I tell him. “Now.”

  Then I watch as a smile spreads across his face and he moves his hand between my thighs. That’s about when I stop worrying about everything.

  One Week Later

  “What’s this?” CC asks.

  I look up to watch her walking to the table. She’s wearing my t-shirt and nothing else and my dick instantly tents the gym shorts I’m wearing. Maybe I can talk her into a second round.

  “My woman coming towards me to offer her pussy?” I say hopefully and only half joking.

  CC stops, looks up from the paper she’s holding, and rolls her eyes at me. “You are a horn dog.”

  “You haven’t seemed to complain much lately.”

  “I know. I think the Nebraska heat has gotten to me.”

  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. So
mehow, I will make her see that 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 tired. 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 and 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-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.