Cook Brothers: The Whole Flipping Family

by BJ Harvey

  I kiss the top of her mound just above where I know she wants me to be, lifting my eyes to meet her glazed ones.

  “How about my tongue?”

  She shakes her head. “Huh?”

  My entire body vibrates with the need to devour her until she can’t take anymore, then start all over again. “You’re totally gone, aren’t you?”

  I chuckle against her skin, and a soft moan escapes her lips, her body rippling as a shudder courses through her from her head to her toes.

  “Co… put up or shut—”

  I don’t give her a chance to finish because I dive straight in. Gripping her thighs, spreading her wide for me, I wrap my lips around her clit and, flicking back and forth against the nub, increase the speed. I groan low and hard when her hand lands on my head, holding me in place.

  I drag my mouth down to her sex, spearing my tongue inside her wet heat, losing my mind when she starts to rock against me. Returning to her clit, I up the ante, determined and desperate to hear her scream my name.

  “Fingers,” she pants. “Two fingers. Now, Co.” If I wasn’t addicted to the taste and feel of her, I’d give her shit for directing me. But it’s so damn hot to hear her tell me what she needs, I do it without question. I cup her sex and push my fingers inside, sucking her clit into my mouth in hard, rhythmic draws in time with each thrust of my hand. She grips my hair in both hands, her legs scissoring against the mattress before I feel it coming. Her core tightens around my hand, her thighs squeezing my head like a vise. I watch her torso undulate, her back arching, her body contorting as she opens her mouth and lets out a gratifying cry, my name crossing her lips over and over along with a few scattered “oh Gods” and “thank Christs.”

  Wanting more—needing more—I double my efforts and catapult her straight into her second orgasm, her pussy pulsing and sucking me in like she never wants to let me go.

  I grind my cock into the mattress, focusing on the languid rolls of my tongue over her sensitive clit and slowing the thrusts of my fingers as I bring her back down to earth.

  Her thighs fall onto the bed, her grip on my head turning from a tight pull to a massaging stroke. Expecting her to need a moment or ten to recover, I’m shocked as shit when her arms grip my biceps, urging me up and over her.

  She tugs my mouth to hers, driving her tongue into my mouth in a hard, deep kiss that blows my mind and scatters what’s left of my brain cells. My only thought is that I need to be inside her right about now.

  “Fuck, you’re good at that. But now,” she says before hooking a leg over my hips and flipping me onto my back. Straddling me, she glides her drenched center against my shaft, from base to tip and back again.

  She leans over me, brushing her lips teasingly over mine, our breaths intermingling. “I taste good on you,” she rasps, before kissing me hard and fast again. Then she’s reaching sideways, and when she moves back, she’s holding a foil packet between her fingers.

  “Care to do the honors?” she says with a sexy grin.

  I quirk a brow. “And take away your fun?”

  She throws her head back and laughs, exposing her neck. Unable to resist, I lift up and pepper her throat with kisses, sucking the skin over her pulse point, the thrum of her heartbeat vibrating against my wet lips.

  I snake my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb and dropping back onto the pillow as her pants turn into a breathy moan.

  “Keep that up, and I’ll be three to your none.”

  “And that’s a problem?”

  “I want to come on your cock, Co. Let’s get onto that,” she rasps.

  I grip the back of her neck, staring straight into her eyes. “Wherever you want me, however you want me, Skye.”

  “Fuck, you know how to turn a girl on.”

  Now it’s my turn to grin. “Oh, you have no idea.” I flex my fingers. “But you will if you hurry up with that condom.”

  I don’t think I’ve ever seen her move that fast, and in the blink of an eye and with a few hard and firm strokes of my cock, she’s positioned her hips above me.

  Nudging the tip of me inside her, she leans over, grabs hold of my shoulders, and, eyes locked with mine, drives down, taking me all the way to the hilt.

  From there, it turns ravenous. It’s bruising, it’s frenzied, it’s Skye riding my cock like she owns it. It’s me thrusting up on her downward glides. It’s messy kisses, and tangled tongues, roaming hands and nails biting into skin.

  My climax hurtles down my spine, and I know I want—need—her to have that orgasm trifecta before I empty myself inside her.

  “Get yourself there, babe.”

  “I’m… trying…”

  I double my efforts, fighting every urge to flip her over and take her there just with my cock.

  “Skye…” I growl, pulling her in with one hand, ravaging her mouth with mine while gripping her ass with the other and directing her to go harder, faster, quicker.

  Then I feel it—her entire body quivering as she reaches her peak and with a long, throaty scream into my mouth, she dives headfirst over the edge and rides through her climax.

  “Thank fuck,” I groan as I plant my feet, arch my back, thrust my hips up, and empty myself inside of her.

  We lie there, both struggling to catch our breath, our bodies covered in sweat in what just might be the best workout known to man.

  “We’re totally doing that again,” she breathes, collapsing onto her back beside me. She turns onto her side to face me, throwing a thigh over my legs. “Just saying, I knew it would be good, but God damn, Cass. I’m glad to say the rumors about you were all true.”

  I shake my head, unable to wipe the satisfied smile off my face. “Give me twenty minutes, and I’m good to go.”

  “Food first though.”

  I lie there staring up at the ceiling, my heart rate slowly regulating back to non-heart-attack levels. Why the hell did I wait five weeks—hell, a whole damn year—for this?

  “You okay there, Cass? Have I worn the old man out?”

  I roll over and press my body against her side, my fingers driving into her hair, gently pulling her in to bring our faces close together. “You know how I said twenty minutes?”

  “Mm-hmm,” she pants, licking her lips.

  “You wrap your mouth around my dick, and that time will be halved,” I say, thrusting my semi-hard cock against her thigh.

  Her eyes flash with heat, and with another hard, fast, thorough kiss, she smirks.

  “Let’s see if you’re right then.”

  14

  Skye

  “More,” I moan, digging my forehead into the mattress. Cohen’s grip on my waist tightens as I push down against his face buried between my legs. “C’mon, Cass. Give me your cock.”

  “Soon,” he mumbles against me.

  I’m on my hands and knees because when I woke up with my best friend’s mouth helping himself to breakfast—me—I immediately tried to multitask and turn around to do to him what he was doing to me. Except Cohen enacted a quick flip-and-roll maneuver so fast it made my head spin, and I found myself in the position I’m in now: chest down, ass up, legs spread as wide as they can go, and Cohen controlling my hips with his big hands splayed wide.

  “Co…” I cry, half scared my second orgasm in the space of five minutes might very well kill me. I decide to try the one thing I’ve learned spurs him into action every single time—begging. “Please, Co. I want to finish with you inside me.”

  With one last kiss to my clit, he lifts my pelvis up, sliding out from beneath me.

  Lifting my head, I push up with my arms, looking over my shoulder to find blazing brown eyes staring right back at me, his hands sliding the condom down to the base of his cock.

  “You want this?” he asks, his chest still heaving, his lips and chin glistening in the dim light of his bedroom.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think you’ve had two already, and if you don’t wait to have the third along with
me, I might have to cut you off.”

  I gasp. “You can’t get enough of me.”

  His gaze slides down my back, coming to a stop where I want him to be already, then his eyes lock on my face. “You’re right. Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be fun to see who’d break first,” he says before grabbing hold of my ass, positioning himself at my entrance, then driving all the way in. “Fuuuuck. Every time. So tight. So wet. So… damn… good…” he says in a low, rough growl that could get me off without any P in V action.

  Last night, we finished a twelve-hour shift and ended up grabbing dinner on the way home and just hanging out on Cohen’s couch. When I got up and said I should go upstairs, I was shut up in a variety of ways until I was so spent—and unable to walk straight—that I couldn’t fight it when Cohen pulled the covers up and told me to sleep.

  But if a sleepover means waking up like this—sign me up.

  “Still with me?” he rasps, rolling his hips in a spectacular party trick that has my back arching and my toes curling.

  “Too much talking,” I pant. “Not enough—ahhh.” He thrusts deep, pummeling faster into me. I throw out my arms and grab the headboard, wrapping my fingers tight around the wooden slats and pushing back, giving it as good as I’m getting.

  “Jesus Christ, babe. Yes… keep doing… it… ugh…” Cohen grinds out, harder and bigger inside me. My climax barrels down on me and with a rushed out “I’m coming,” my entire body contorts like a circus performer, and I’m crying out his name and God’s and see stars all at the same time.

  I’m barely back down to earth when Cohen grunts out his own orgasm and leans over and on top of me.

  I collapse onto the bed, and he falls on top of me, both of us breathing hard and heavy.

  “I think you might’ve killed me,” I say. He kisses my shoulder and chuckles, his cock still twitching deep inside me. “Or maybe just my vagina.”

  Laughing again, he pulls out and moves to his side. Splaying his hand on my stomach, he rolls me with him. I curl up against him, luxuriating in the warmth of his body at my back.

  I freeze. We’re spooning. What’s worse is it seems like a natural progression. Highly questionable is the fact that I like it. What’s that about?

  “Didn’t pick you for a cuddler, Cass.”

  “Huh?” he mumbles groggily.

  I sigh. “Nothing.” I close my eyes and let myself doze, leaning back against his chest, trying not to think about how nice it is. Mainly because that’s not what this thing between us is supposed to be about.

  “You falling asleep on me? We only just woke up,” he asks.

  “Beside you.”

  “Potato, po-tah-toe.”

  “Want me to go then?”

  “Nah. Stay,” he says, pressing his lips to the back of my neck.

  “Good. Your bed is surprisingly comfy.”

  “So are you.”

  “Co?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Thank you,” I murmur.

  “You don’t have to thank me for fucking you, brat. It’s my pleasure.” I feel his smile against my skin. If I had the energy, I’d kick his shin or slap his arm, but that involves too much effort.

  “You’re thinking about hitting me, aren’t you?” he says.

  I burrow into the pillow. “Too much effort. Maybe later.”

  “Sleep, brat. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

  “You sleep too?”

  With my eyes closed, I feel him shift over me, and his finger glide down my cheek and over my jaw. “I’m just going to check in upstairs, then I’ll be back.”

  “Won’t know I’m here?”

  “Nobody will know, Skye. It’ll be our little secret,” he says quietly.

  “Between us. No feelings. Got it,” I breathe out, and that’s the last thing I remember.

  It’s not until the ride to work later that day that I decide to broach the subject. I may have been sleepy, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t aware.

  “So… is this thing between us just… between us?”

  He glances sideways and frowns. “What do you mean? I’m not out screwing anyone else. You’re more than enough of a handful for me.”

  I grin and shake my head. “Good to know I’m keeping you on your toes.”

  “And giving me daily workouts.”

  I shrug. “What can I say? I have a healthy sex drive.”

  “Lucky for you, so do I,” he says with a sexy grin that makes me want to straddle him.

  We’ve had each other in our beds, on my couch, on his kitchen counter—which we may have broken a little—and in the shower, but it’s strictly hands-off while working.

  There’s also the promise we made each other not to complicate anything. Doing stuff outside of sex with a person you actually like—and who rocks your world on a regular basis—is pretty high risk in the catching feels stakes.

  So I’m trying to hold back to ensure our friends with benefits agreement stays exactly that.

  “Why do you ask?” Co asks.

  “I just thought we should clarify whether we’re just keeping this on the down-low at work or everywhere.”

  He worries his lip, his shoulders tensing. Knowing him as well as I do, I take a guess he’s feeling a little uncomfortable right now.

  “Co? Just talk. I’m not a nagging girlfriend trapping you. I’m the best friend you’re dicking who is known to spend time around your friends and family, and who wants to know who might now know we’re sleeping together?”

  His shoulders relax as he gets off the freeway and turns left in the direction of the fire station. That means we’ve only got five minutes before we’re arriving at work.

  “So I preface this by saying that when I spoke to them, it was before we slept together.”

  I tilt my head, my lips twitching. “Okay…”

  “After Bry’s wedding, I had lunch with Jamie and Ax, and I was so freaked out by the couch and the kiss and you propositioning me for—”

  “For exactly what we’re now doing?” I say with an arched brow.

  “Yeah,” he says awkwardly, a rare yet adorable look on him. For a man who’s so confident, so cocky, and so damn good between the sheets, the dichotomy makes my heart skip. Shit. Stop thinking he’s adorable!

  “Okay, so come on then, Cass. What did big brother number-one say?”

  He snorts before curving his lips into a half-smirk. “Not to screw things up.”

  I scrunch my face up. “What?”

  “He said not to mess up our working relationship and friendship.”

  “Why do you think I only offered friends with benefits? Sheesh, sometimes I think you Cook men are worse than a bunch of emo women on their periods with an axe to grind about male oppression.”

  His eyes bug out before he splutters out a laugh. “You do know that if I said what you just did, you’d probably kick me in the balls before cutting them off, shoving them down my throat, and throwing me in Lake Michigan?”

  I shrug because he’s not wrong. “Only because you have a penis, not a vagina. Only those of us with boobs can talk disparagingly about women being horrible when it’s shark week. It’s our right.”

  “Vagina rights?” he asks.

  “Yep.” I put an arm in the air, my hand in a fist. “Pussy power. Yee haa.”

  He chuckles, flicking on the signal before moving the steering wheel and turning into the same street as the fire station.

  “So Jamie is a no. Anyone else have an opinion?” I ask. It might be a little surprising that the eldest Cook brother isn’t a fan of Team SkyCo, but he’s only one out of four siblings. Maybe we can still come out on top. Not that it matters for no-strings sex.

  “Jax is all for us sleeping together because Jax is all for sex and living life large, so he’d never not be supportive.”

  “So just Jax and Jamie then? But neither knows we’re actually doing it now, right?” I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t told anyone.

  “Yeah. So no need to feel
awkward when we swing by Mom and Dad’s for Thanksgiving lunch this week,” he says with a wink.

  “Well, only my sister knows I’ve wanted to jump your bones for a year, so she’ll just be wanting confirmation you’re as good as I imagined and hoped you’d be—if we manage the impossible feat of catching meals at both our mother’s houses,” I reply, my lips twitching when his mouth drops open.

  I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at his wide eyes, watching as his expression turns serious. “Nobody knows we’re sleeping together, Skye.” He reaches out and smooths his hand over my thigh, sending a shiver through me, chased closely with warmth. “I wouldn’t disrespect you like that. I’m not one to spread my laundry far and wide.”

  “Dammit. Stop being nice.”

  He parks the car parallel to the sidewalk down from the firehouse and turns off the engine before spinning in his seat, stretching an arm around the back of my seat and leaning in.

  Now he brings out the slow-growing I’ve-seen-you-naked-and-want-to-again smirk that has the power to melt panties at a single glance. “Does being nice not come with the territory when I’ve made you come and plan to again?” He dips his chin, so close to me, I can feel his warm breath over my cheek. “Do you know how hard it’s going to be to spend twenty-four hours near you, watching you in that uniform and not being able to cup your ass…” He slides his splayed hand on my thigh higher, his thumb pressing against the seam of my pants. My responding moan catches in my throat as I tremble under his touch. “Not being able to kiss you… or even think about getting you naked and screaming beneath me for an entire day?”

  My breath catches, and I squeeze my thighs together, trapping his hand exactly where I’m guessing we both want it right now.

  I lean in, closing my eyes and touching my forehead to his as I try to calm my hormones a bit, considering we’re on the clock soon without any way to do anything to ease the ache. Two can play at this game.