Cooper (Full Throttle Series)

by Hazel Parker

I sent my mother home, to which she protested at first. But one look at my sister and Jane was standing up, and we ended up ganging up on her until she finally relented.

  Jane was fast asleep on the couch, but I was still pretty restless. I went to the lobby, where I sat on a waiting chair, took out my phone and dialed a number.

  Sara answered on the third ring, and the sound of her sleepy voice had me missing her all of a sudden.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Sara.”

  “Cooper!” Her voice instantly went on alert. “Are you in Texas now?”

  “Yeah, I am. I’m sorry about the date.”

  “Don’t even think about it. What happened?”

  Quickly, I gave her a brief explanation of what happened to my father. She expressed her worry and hoped that my dad would be okay, and I thanked her. Not really wanting hospital talk right now, I changed the topic.

  “So what did you end up doing tonight?”

  “I stayed home and watched a movie. Read myself to sleep I guess.”

  I grinned. “Sounds pretty fun.”

  “Not as fun as going out.”

  “Aww. But staying in is pretty fun, too. Just snuggling on the couch…some kissing here and there…” Although I didn’t think it would just be a little kissing when it came to Sara. I was so into her that the need pretty much consumed my every waking moment, and it had been pure torture trying not to kiss her on that second date. But I wanted the pace to be slow and the wait to be worth it.

  I just didn’t know how long I could last without ravishing her.

  “I’d love a kiss here and there…” she breathed out.

  And just like that, my cock was already surging up and aching so hard for her.

  Because I seemed to like torture and couldn’t resist her, I began teasing her back by asking if she had any underwear on. She responded by telling me she wasn’t wearing any, which had me groaning like my life depended on it. Jesus. If I was there…

  But I wasn’t there, and I still had some things to take care of here. When I told her that I might miss the race on Sunday, she made some concerned noises again before eventually telling me to take care of myself and my family, because that was more important.

  I hung up with a smile, then rubbed my face when I realized I was getting in too deep.

  And shit. I didn’t care. Not at all.

  *****

  My father, James Oliver, was released on Sunday afternoon after tests came back with good news. He had strict orders to rest and some suggestions for lifestyle changes. It was good seeing my eldest brother, Oliver, drive, while all the rest of us nagged my father before catching up with each other in the old family vehicle. I spilled the beans on Jane’s dating status and watched in glee as everyone grilled her. She, of course, gave me the death stare the whole time while insisting to my equally overprotective brothers that it really was nothing and we should all just mind our business.

  Then she dropped the bomb.

  “Cooper called someone last night. A woman. He told her about what happened back here and asked about her underwear.”

  And just like that, all attention turned to me.

  I stared at Jane’s gleeful face in shock, then blinked when she told me that she went out for a bit to get some water before slipping back in last night. Now it was my turn to get roasted, with my dad telling me that it was good I was dating seriously and my mom telling me to bring her home if I could. Great. I did my best to dodge the questions, then turned to glare at Jane. She smirked right back, and we ended up just laughing.

  Dinner was a great affair. My mom’s homemade cooking was the best, and tasting it now had me feeling bliss and taking me back. The thought popped in my mind that I would love to see Sara taste actual Texan food, and before I knew it, I was excusing myself and texting her while I looked out on our backyard, which extended to the ranch in the distance.

  It was already late at night, which meant the place was pretty dark with only the moon and the barn and stable lights turned on—and of course, the back porch. I was surprised when my phone pinged and Sara texted back right away, asking how everything was going. We texted back and forth, then turned to teasing, and pretty soon the ache was back inside me and not going away anytime soon.

  “I knew it! You really are dating someone seriously, aren’t you?”

  The accusing female tone had me whirling around and smirking in amusement. “You’re such a mongrel, aren’t you?”

  Jane pouted, then stepped over to the back porch as well. She stared at me for a while, scrutinizing me like some kind of investigator. “You’re not denying it.”

  “I’m not confirming, either.”

  “But you always deny when it’s not true,” she said triumphantly. “I can’t believe this. This is…”

  “Odd?”

  “Phenomenal. When are the grandkids coming?”

  “Let me take her to bed first.”

  Jane wrinkled her nose. “Eww, no sex talk with you. But seriously. Are you bringing her home for Thanksgiving?”

  “Only if you bring your casual date,” I shot back.

  She shook her head quickly enough at that. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be pleased that she really wasn’t serious about it, or worried that…well, she really wasn’t serious about it. It was a two-way street, and I still hadn’t gotten over my protective instincts over her. Jane saw the look in my eyes and decided to change the topic, and I let it go. For now.

  When I went to my bedroom, I texted Sara some more, and she would reply. We switched to online chat and went at it well into the night, and the laidback feeling of it had me relaxing and getting comfortable in bed. At the same time, I anticipated every response and found myself grinning at how candidly funny she was. She really was letting more of herself out with me, and it was delightful.

  It was also absolutely erotic.

  Just like last night, our chat turned from perfectly innocent to perfectly suggestive in just the span of a few seconds, with me instigating it. I wish I could have called her, but it was already midnight, and I didn’t think I would be able to stop myself from taking things further if I heard her voice. I’d never had phone sex before, and the idea of wrapping my hand around my dick while I listened to her voice…damn it.

  Now I was hard as a rock just at the thought.

  When she didn’t respond anymore, I figured she already fell asleep and tried to do the same.

  The next day I focused on my family, checking on the ranch and making sure my dad was tightly settled before I told them it was time for me to leave and that I’d be back for Thanksgiving.

  The plane was delayed, and I ended up waiting in the airport until late afternoon and arriving back in Florida in the evening. It wasn’t that late, and as I got in my car to drive to my apartment, I realized that was the last place I wanted to be.

  So I turned the car and drove off elsewhere.

  The mansion was quiet, but the lights were all turned on inside. I wondered if this was a good idea, as she might have guests or some housekeeper who wouldn’t be able to keep her mouth shut. Then, deciding to throw all caution to the wind and just ask her point blank if she wanted to go out for dinner tonight, I rang the bell. Even if she was busy, I’d get to see her for just a little bit.

  Christ. I was turning so damn sentimental.

  The door opened, and I looked up as Sara said my name in a surprised tone. There was delight there, followed by what had to be a little bit of panic, and I could see why.

  Sara was wearing nothing but sweat shorts that looked like panties with how short they were, emphasizing long, creamy legs to perfection. Her curls were messy and all over the place, framing her wide eyes, and her top was black, tiny, clinging to every inch of her skin…and emphasizing her cleavage and soft breasts underneath that indicated she wasn’t wearing any bra.

  My mind blanked. My mouth watered.

  I thought I could control myself a little longer, and I thought I could keep this
casual for longer. I was wrong. I was so wrong, I should be kicked in the ass for it.

  And when I stepped forward, I knew I was doomed, and there was no turning back.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  SARA

  His eyes devoured me.

  There was no other description for it—not that my mind was busy trying to find alternative words, because I was too busy taking him in, too. He was wearing tight jeans, a belt, and a checkered red cotton dress shirt, and he was wearing boots. The only thing missing was a cowboy hat, and the sight of the live, true cowboy right in front of me had my throat going dry and my body tightening in response.

  And then he spoke, and the deep Southern drawl did me in.

  “Sara…is it a bad time?”

  I stared at him for a few seconds, unable to breathe properly. Then I inhaled, exhaled, and answered him. “It’s perfect.”

  Gray eyes darkened at that.

  Then he was stepping forward.

  I thought he would kiss me right then and there, but all he was doing was staring at me. It was playing hell on my nerves, and before I knew it, I was babbling as if my life depended on it.

  “You missed the race yesterday. Gray won,” I blurted out. “And Honey came second. She was so happy, and I’m sure you already know all this.” I figured he would get distracted by talk of the race, but no. He kept looking at me like a meal, and God…I was already wet. “Isn’t it awesome? Her winning?”

  “Hmm,” he finally murmured. His thumb touched my cheek, then trailed a hot path down my neck that had me inwardly gasping. I swallowed, and his gaze trailed in that direction, too.

  Desperate to erase the tension, I backed away. He followed me, up until I felt my back pressing against a wall. He kept going.

  “Cooper? What do you…want?”

  “I want to suck on your nipples.”

  Oh, God. Heat rushed down below and made me throb.

  I tried to find the right words to say. I really did. But Cooper was already leaning forward and capturing my mouth with his, and all I could do was stay still and not fight it anymore.

  It was a soft, savoring kiss. It was almost teasing, especially when his tongue slid out to lick my bottom lip. But what started out soft turned scorching hot in an instant when his hand went up and cupped my breast over my top, where my nipple readily stiffened for him. Pinpricks of pleasure slid through, and a moan came out of my throat before I could stop it.

  “I’ve been wanting this…wanting you…for too long…” he rasped.

  Fingers went down and slid inside my shorts, where he found what I hadn’t been able to tell him in the beginning. He paused for a bit, then groaned as he whispered those fingers against my skin.

  “You didn’t tell me you weren’t wearing anything…”

  I swallowed again. “Now you know,” I whispered shakily. This time, it was me tiptoeing up to kiss him, sliding my own tongue in to taste him.

  The kiss turned greedy and fast from there, and so did the touch of his hands. Desperation slid in and grabbed us by the throat, and his forefinger played with my slit before sliding in and making me wetter than ever. It was so sudden that I wasn’t prepared for the heat that built in my stomach, nor was I prepared for the thumb that rubbed against my nipple.

  Before I knew it, I was exploding then and there and moaning out in pleasure as fireworks wet off all over my body and left me blind. I reveled in it, having not had an orgasm in so long and almost sobbing at how good it felt.

  Eventually, the rush of pleasure dissipated enough for common sense to come back—and with it, realization as I looked at him in horror.

  “Oh, my God. I’m so sorry.” Embarrassment filled me. “I don’t…I didn’t…that was too fast…”

  My explanation turned into a gasp when he crushed his mouth against mine. His body pushed me against the wall again, and shock entered me at the thick, hard ridge I felt pulsing against my stomach.

  He was aroused.

  He was so turned on at me coming early.

  “That was sexy as fuck,” he groaned out. “That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. You’re so wet and tight, Sara.”

  His words sent my body tingling again. “It’s been pure agony not having you.”

  “Then let me please you. Let me fuck you hard, Sara.”

  Those dirty words did me in. Before I knew it, I was nodding my head frantically and giving kisses as much as I got. He placed his hands on my ass and lifted me up until I could wrap my legs around his waist. I unbuttoned his shirt, then gave up and just pulled it open and buttons went flying.

  “I’ll buy you a new one.”

  A choked chuckle came out of him, and he cruised his kisses down my throat. We stumbled down the living room, me trying to direct him to the bedroom upstairs. But we never made it, because the couch was there and he was already dropping me.

  Cooper removed the rest of the shirt I destroyed, and I was treated to a sight of rock-hard abs that I was going lick all over. They were that mouth-watering. His body was tanned and hard, and when he began removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, I found myself licking my bottom lip in anticipation.

  But Cooper stopped, a smirk playing on his lips. The dimple played there, too, wreaking havoc on my system as he leaned forward and crawled towards me. He pulled my ankles in one singular movement until I was flat on my back and breathless all over again.

  Then he began to slide my top down.

  It made me feel shy at first, especially when I hadn’t been naked in front of anyone in a long time. But Cooper took his time sliding my top completely down until my breasts were exposed to his gaze. His eyes focused, then darkened so intensely that I could only hold my breath. Cooper’s mouth parted, and I watched his fingers slide down and trace circles down the underside of them. Then his thumbs began rubbing, teasing me into tight peaks until all I could do was close my eyes and bite my lip.

  He was good. He was so good at this that I could do nothing but moan and lose myself in the pleasure. He pinched and rolled my nipples playfully, all while his mouth whispered kisses on my neck. Then the fingers were gone, replaced by something wet and soft enough to shock my eyes back open. I found his gaze focused on me and a smirk play on his lips before he bent down again.

  Then he enclosed his lips over one nipple and tugged.

  While I thought his fingers were good, they were nothing compared to his mouth. Then his tongue came out to alternate between licking and sucking, and I was lost in all the raging emotions hurtling inside me. My hands flew to grip his hair, then hold him in place as I writhed at the pleasure that burned higher in me.

  I was hot. I felt hot all over, and I was throbbing with the need that boiled. His hands slid my shorts down, even while he tugged softly on my nipples before sucking hard. I might have called his name. I might have said many other things, but for the life of me, I couldn’t recall anything.

  My moan turned into a squeak when I found my body rolled around all of a sudden until I was lying on top of him—or rather, on top of his chest and straddling him. Cooper lifted me up, hooded eyes brimming with hunger, watching me closely as he slowly spread my legs and lifted me in front of his mouth. I held on to the couch’s backrest, suspended in the air as I stared down at him uncertainly.

  Slowly, Cooper’s tongue came out. Slowly, he licked my slit in whispered motions, gradually increasing the pressure until I was trembling all over. My grip on the couch tightened.

  “Ride me, Sara.”

  It was the boldest request I have ever gotten. At the same time, it was so erotic that I found I couldn’t control my body even if I tried. I lifted my hips up, watching as he licked his lips in anticipation. Then I threw caution to the wind and did as he said, rolling my hips in a circular motion as his head drew closer again.

  He licked. He sucked. He used his tongue to pleasure me, lapping and groaning as he told me how good I tasted. It only served to make me bolder, and before I knew it, I was really riding him—r
iding him for all I was worth, unable to control the motion. I was sobbing from the pleasure of trying to hold on.

  “Come for me, Sara.”

  It was enough. It was too much. He sucked on my clit, and I was exploding before him, my body and senses shaking from the intensity of it. Cooper slid me down as he crashed his mouth against mine, and I tasted myself faintly. His fingers were playing with my clit, flicking repeatedly as I rode wave after wave of pleasure before finally coming down from my high. When I did, I reciprocated the kiss, thrusting my tongue inside the cavern of his mouth and losing myself in his hot taste.

  My hands weren’t idle, either. I wanted to give him the pleasure that he gave me, and I started doing so by caressing his chest—running my hands all over those hard, smooth planes of muscle, then trailing down until I could finally unzip his pants. We rolled around again and landed on the rug with a soft thud, and none of us cared as I frantically slid his pants down and stared at the most shocking sight.

  “You’re not wearing underwear either,” I gasped accusingly.

  Cooper smirked. But I could only keep staring at the cock that jutted out—his large, hard cock that was beyond perfection in its sheer size alone. I gulped as it pointed up, already leaking pre-cum. I suddenly felt so, so thirsty.

  Carefully, I wrapped my hand around it, watching as his eyes flared and his whole body tensed. He gritted his teeth, even while his muscles flexed. Fascinated, I began stroking, using slow movements at first before heightening the sensation firmly. His eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, and the sheer power it brought me had me wanting more. I kept stroking, then caressed his balls, feeling them tighten.

  Just as I was about to push him off and kneel down in front of him, he pushed my hand away. I made a tiny sound of protest, but he silenced it with another drunken kiss.

  “Don’t you like it?” I asked with a pout.

  Cooper chuckled darkly as he licked my ear. “I like it a little too much. But I want something more, Sara.”

  I felt him nudge at my entrance. I spread my legs eagerly, already rolling my hips against his as his tip touched me. His tongue played with mine for a little bit, distracting me in the exchange of dominance going on between us.