Love Sex & Other Games: Part 3

by Cheryl McIntyre

  I laugh, but the humor fades quickly as his hands begin exploring my body. He sweeps his fingers over my ass, palming each cheek, moving lower on the backs of my thighs, then back up, tracing my spine all the way to my neck. He brushes my hair to the side and lowers his head to trail openmouthed kisses along my shoulder. He tugs at the collar of my shirt, shifting it out of the way and continues to my clavicle.

  “Cooper?”

  “Hm?” he hums, tongue flicking out to lick the groove just under my throat.

  “I want you.”

  “You have me.”

  I shake my head and try again. “I need you.”

  “I need you too.”

  I grab his head, lifting it so he can see the expression on my face. Read the sincerity in my eyes. “I want to have sex with you. Here. Tonight. Now.”

  ~*~

  Cooper

  Fireworks explode above our heads.

  Light shines down from the Heavens, encasing us in a warm golden illumination.

  A choir of cherubs belts out an awe-inspiring rendition of the Hallelujah Chorus.

  “Are you sure?” I ask, my voice a rough rasp.

  Dear lord, please, please, please don’t let me be dreaming. This wouldn’t be the first dream I’ve had about Emerson Metz. It just might be the cruelest. And wettest.

  She nods slowly, her teeth capturing her lip. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”

  Angel-Cooper pops up on one shoulder, Devil-Cooper on the other. But this time, both nod enthusiastically in mutual agreement. We should do this.

  Thank god.

  I scoop Em up, my hands gripping her ass. She clutches my shoulders and wraps her legs around my waist as I speed-walk us to the bedroom. Yes, I’m in a hurry. No, I’m not ashamed.

  She slides down my body and I’m already painfully hard for her. Then she lifts her arms above her head and looks at me expectantly. Christ. I adore this woman. I can’t fight my smile as I slide my fingers into the hem of her shirt. She sucks in a breath as I graze her stomach, her ribs, her breasts, drawing her shirt up and over her head.

  It falls from my fingers. Em runs a hand down my chest, stopping at the edge of my tee. She grips it and I break out into a full-on grin, lifting my arms, mirroring her a moment ago. My shirt joins hers. Her hands move back to my chest, the tips of her nails skating over my abs. My stomach muscles contract, tightening with eagerness. In one fluid motion, her tongue follows the same path as her hands, tasting my skin, and making me release a growl of satisfaction. My eyelids are heavy with lust, drooping as I watch her. A stunning sight—the most gorgeous I’ve ever seen.

  She pauses at the waist of my jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper over my erection. I reach for her pants at the same time, working them down her legs. All other thoughts fade. Emerson is the only thing on my mind. I kneel in front of her, helping her step out of one side, then the other, before taking my time, kissing my way back up.

  Em looks down at me, brushing the hair away from my face to gaze at me unobstructed. There’s so much in her expression—trust and affection and a hundred other emotions I can’t identify. I don’t have words to describe how it makes me feel. But it makes me want to be the best person I can be for her.

  I hook my thumbs into her panties and meet her eyes. I don’t use words to ask her if she’s sure again and she doesn’t need them to answer. She nods, her lip trapped between her teeth once more.

  I tug, slipping her panties off. This is one of those surreal moments, where I feel grateful for everything that has ever happened in my life, leading me to this exact place in this exact moment. Good or bad, it’s all brought me to Em. And I am one lucky bastard.

  When I stand, she repeats the motions, lowering herself to help me out of the rest of my clothes. My beautiful girl, still on her knees, reaches for my cock, but I catch her hands, pulling her back to her feet. The way I feel right now, I don’t think I’d last more than a second and I really want to prolong this—make it great for both of us.

  I slide her bra straps down her arms. She unhooks the clasp and lets it fall to the floor. We’re standing in a pile of clothing, bared to each other in every way possible. My heart is hammering against my ribcage. Her pulse is throbbing in her neck. I touch it because I need to know if we’re in sync. If our hearts are beating in time.

  They are.

  Amazing.

  She’s perfect for me. All this time, and I never knew she was just across the street.

  I skim my fingers along her cheek, her jaw, her neck. I know what this means, her giving herself to me in this way.

  She hasn’t said it. Neither have I. But I know what it means.

  What it means for her.

  What it means for me.

  What it means for us.

  I pull her tight against me, all points touching, and press my lips to hers. She opens for me immediately, silently asking to deepen the kiss. And I do. I give her exactly what she wants. I will give her everything she wants. Now. Tomorrow. For as long as I can.

  I pull back and grab her thighs, tipping her back on the bed. She squeaks with surprise, laughing as she lands on the mattress. I watch her for a moment, contemplating every dirty thing I’m going to do to her before we have sex. Taking someone’s virginity is big, and I’m going to make sure it’s one of the best experiences of her life. I know it will definitely be the best of mine.

  Em grabs my hand, yanking me down on top of her. Her laughter dies as my cock presses between her legs. I drop my head to hers and just breathe. I’m not even inside of her and it’s already too much.

  “Cooper,” she sighs. It’s an urgent plea that I feel everywhere.

  Without hesitation, I nip her breast and draw her nipple into my mouth, sweeping my tongue over the rigid peak. She jerks her hips, rubbing against me and I groan loudly. She so wet, sliding against me, slick with arousal.

  I can’t take it. I need to taste her.

  My hold is firm as I push her hips to the bed and move down her body. I release her to push her legs wider apart to accommodate my shoulders. Then I decide I want as much of her against me as I can get, and drape one leg over my back, lower myself, and wrap the other around me.

  I kiss her thighs, her hips, her pelvic bones, before sliding my finger through her folds, followed by my tongue. She moans, thrusting against my mouth and it’s a wonder I don’t come.

  She claws at my head, wild with need as I glide my tongue against her clit again and again, softly, slowly. Working her up gently, steadily. She whimpers, fingers locking into my hair. Her legs stiffen and I know she’s on the brink of orgasm, so I double the pressure, the pace, and I don’t stop even as she’s screaming my name. Even as she tries to shove me away, even as she begins clutching me closer. I make her come a second time, hot and sticky in my mouth, and I lap at her until she’s limp with satisfaction.

  Emerson’s chest rises and falls with her panted breaths. She watches me with hooded eyes as I climb off the bed and make my way around the bed to the nightstand. I pull the box of condoms out, and then quickly duck, slapping my hand through the drawer.

  I drop to my knees, frantically searching through the pens and papers and other useless random shit filling the stand.

  “NO. No, no, no, no, no, nooooo.” I slam the drawer shut and bang my head against the arm resting along the side of the bed.

  “Why do bad things happen to good people?” I groan.

  Em lifts onto her elbow, worry creasing her brows as she watches me.

  “I don’t have any condoms.” It comes out in some twisted form of anger, desperation, and sorrow. Why, god, why? Why have you deserted me in my moment of need? I’m going to die. I’m going to internally combust never knowing what if feels like to be inside of my girlfriend.

  Life is so unfair.

  I grab my jeans and push to my feet. “Do not go anywhere,” I command. “Do not get dressed. And for the love of all that is holy in the world, do not
fall asleep.”

  “Where are you going?”

  I tug one pant leg on, the movement almost hostile. “To buy condoms,” I say. “If,” I add, “I make it.” Blue balls are a real thing. A very problematic, terrible thing.

  “I’m on the pill.”

  I pause, staring at her. I need more than that. I’m not going to assume anything.

  “We could…” She shrugs, eyes moving around the room. “We could not worry about it. I mean, you usually use one, right?”

  “Always,” I confirm.

  “I trust you.”

  I almost do it—my cock is one hundred percent for it—but Angel-Cooper makes an appearance, reminding me of the last person I had my dick inside and the fact I haven’t been tested since. Even Devil-Cooper looks skeptical.

  My chin hits my chest as I drop my head. “Goddamn it. No, we can’t. I want to do this right. I want to make sure you always trust me. I don’t take that lightly. So, I’m making an appointment Monday morning and getting tested, but until we know for certain I’m safe, we need to use a condom.”

  This is the most unromantic conversation to have right now. I’m completely killing the mood. And regardless of knowing it’s the right thing, I feel like an idiot for turning that down. And an asshole. If I didn’t stick my dick in questionable women, I’d be enjoying an incredible one at the moment.

  Em crawls across the bed, leaning over to root through my nightstand. “Cooper, sometimes it’s really annoying how gentlemanly you are. It’s like a blessing and a curse. I appreciate your willingness to do the right thing when I’m in a clear state of mind, but when everything’s blurry with lust, I really wish you’d be a little irrespons—” She stops abruptly. My hands freeze on my zipper.

  “Oh, my god. I found one.” She holds it up triumphantly and I’m so happy I may cry.

  The choir breaks out in song. “Thank god.”

  I lose the pants and leap onto the bed. She laughs as I position myself above her and roll the miracle condom on. Her legs circle my waist, our eyes meeting. I lean in, kissing her as I push inside, gently, but quickly, breaking through that fragile tissue. She gasps, stealing the breath from my lips. I go still, waiting to make sure she’s okay. It kills me to cause her any pain. There’s nothing I want more—not my own gratification, nothing—than to take away her discomfort and make her feel good.

  A beat passes, then two. And then she’s moving against me. Flexing her hips to glide up and down my length. We both watch as I slide in and out of her. A flawless rhythm, her body connecting with mine, seeking satisfaction. It’s almost hypnotic.

  She pulls me closer, kissing me. I feel like I’m floating, like I’m falling, back and forth, up and down. She’s everything I never knew I wanted. Our fingers interlock and I pin our joined hands to the bed beside her head. I take control, thrusting faster, harder, trying to reach the deepest parts of her until I can’t be sure where I end and she begins.

  Em makes a noise, full of pleasure, her body clenching around me. She looks at me in awe as she let’s go and I follow, matching her moans as we come together.

  I stay inside of her, caressing strands of hair off of her face, kissing her, absorbing the entire experience. Wondering how quickly I can get condoms so we can do it again. And again and again and again.

  “Cooper?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Why didn’t you tell me it would be like that?”

  “What was it like?” I ask.

  “Amazing.”

  I chuckle in full agreement. “I didn’t know. I assumed. But I didn’t know.”

  I don’t think most people have any idea how closely men relate sex and emotion. I know I didn’t. That’s supposed to be a chick thing, but I think women are better at disconnecting than men are. Yes, us men can fuck someone we don’t give a shit about and have a wonderful time doing it. But when we care about someone, the sex is completely different. We can still fuck. We can still have a great time. We can still be dirty, lecherous bastards, but we aren’t just fucking with our dicks. When a man cares about a woman, he fucks her with his heart. His mind. His soul.

  Did you just roll your eyes? Don’t do that. It’s one hundred percent true. I know it sounds weird. But I don’t know a prettier way to say it.

  “Is there anything else you’ve been keeping from me that I should know about?” She sounds sleepy, sated, and content.

  I run my finger down the bridge of her nose. “Just one thing.”

  “What?” she asks, her gaze holding mine, a smile lifting her lips.

  “I love you.”

  The End Beginning

  I loved these characters and I adored writing their story. This is something I might consider revisiting later in the future if the demand is there. If you would like more in the Love Sex & Other Games series, let me know by leaving a review and telling me you want more.

  Acknowledgements

  Again, a great big thank you to caffeine, you kept me going and gave me strength when I needed it most.

  Thank you, thank, thank you to my sister and editor, Dawn. You are the greatest and I love you.

  To my niece, Becca, thank you for CPing and always making me laugh. Have given in and Googled blue waffle yet…?

  Thank you, Daryl, for my gorgeous cover. Seriously, it’s still my favorite.

  Mom, thank you for loving this book to the point of threatening my life if I didn’t do right by Coop and Em. I hope my dedication didn’t freak you out…too much! I love you!!

  Beth Michele, Sunniva Dee, Kristy DeBoer, thank you for being some of my biggest supporters. I am incredibly lucky to not only know you ladies, but to call you all my friends. Love you!

  And to all you readers, bloggers, and book lovers, thank you for being you. Thank you for reading. And thank you for allowing me to share my stories with you.

  About the Author

  Cheryl McIntyre is the author of the bestselling Sometimes Never series, as well as the Dirty series, Infinitely, Dark Calling, Villain, and HARD. She resides in Ohio with her high school sweetheart, their two sons, one daughter, and one fur son.

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