by Megan Smith
“Take me home, Cooper.” She bites my ear lobe again and that’s all it takes. I’ll do anything she wants me to right now. Well, almost anything.
I reach up and grab her hands from around my neck. “Let’s get out of here.”
Shit. I forgot about our problem. I scan the area quickly before going over to Jackson and letting him know we are getting a taxi home.
“You aren’t going to Kenz’s?” He asks.
I look back to Jaylinn and shake my head. “Jaylinn’s got a headache.”
Chloe smiles and shakes her head.
“I’m sure her head is killing her.” Jackson says with a grin.
He thinks I’m going home to finally have sex with Jaylinn but they couldn’t be more wrong. She’s going to remember this night for the rest of her life but I’m not sleeping with her. She’s had a few too many drinks and I’m wound too tight for any of that tonight but she’ll be screaming my name over and over, that’s for sure.
The girls hug and I shake Jackson’s hand before I lead Jaylinn off the dance floor and out of the club before her half-sister can set her claws into our perfect night.
Cooper hails us a taxi and before the seats even have a chance to warm up we are on each other. Cooper pulls me on his lap so that I’m straddling him. I place my hands on each side of his face and kiss him like my life depends on it.
The alcohol is coursing through our bodies but maybe this is what I need to finally get him to make love to me. It’s all or nothing tonight. It’s a new year with new changes. Cooper is either going to hit a grand slam or he’s striking out tonight.
I break the kiss, “I…” I reach down and start to unbutton his shirt. “We need to get home quickly.”
Cooper chuckles and grabs my wrist, stopping me. “We’ve got all night, Twinkle Toes,” He gives me a devilish smile, “and all day tomorrow.”
I kiss him desperately again. Cooper runs his hands up my thighs and grazes my panties. “Damn,” Cooper breathes heavily, “you’re already wet. I can feel it through your panties.”
I run my hands through his hair and pull on it. I bring his head closer to me and moan seductively. Cooper grips my hips and grinds me against his body.
The cab driver clears his throat. “No sex in here…”
I freeze. Shit, I forgot where we were for a second. Cooper chuckles and removes me from his lap. I look up and notice that we’ve pulled up in front of the house. Cooper slides out and extends a hand out for me. He pays the cab fare and then picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
Cooper’s phone starts ringing. I smack him on his ass. “Put me down.”
“Nope.” He opens the front door and we step into the house.
Cooper’s phone rings again.
“You better answer that.” I say playfully. “It’s probably your other girlfriend looking for you.”
He slips my heels off one by one and leaves them by the front door before heading into the kitchen. He places me down on the counter and fishes his phone out of pocket.
“Hello?”
Cooper tucks a piece of my hair that has escaped from my up-do behind my ear and runs his finger over my cheek and down my neck, causing a trail of goose bumps to appear in his wake.
He chuckles, “What? She had a headache and wanted to go to bed.”
I raise my eyebrows at him.
He takes the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker phone.
“I mean it, asshole. Give her some aspirin and put her to bed. And when I say to bed I mean alone.”
Ah, big protective brother is always looking out for my virtue, such a big brotherly act.
I moan, kind of quietly but loud enough for Hunter to hear.
“Cooper!” He bellows.
Cooper and I chuckle. It’s so easy now that the tables are turned.
“Relax, we’re in the kitchen.” I giggle.
“Oh that’s not much better considering the story you told me about Hailey and Mason.” I can imagine him rolling his eyes right about now. “Let’s leave the running of the bases to the field, alright?”
“Yes Dad.” I answer.
I hear the baby crying in the background. “Don’t you have a baby to feed or something? A shitty diaper to change?” I ask.
“Look, Jay---”
Cooper cuts Hunter off from lecturing me. “Go take care of your family, Hunter. I’ll take care of mine.”
Cooper’s admission that I’m his family grabs at my heart. He’s never actually said something like that that I know of. I’m a little in shock and my eyes are wide in surprise but Cooper doesn’t say anything more about it. He just hangs up the phone before Hunter can respond.
Cooper pushes the phone aside and then takes me by surprise when he roughly spreads my legs apart and steps between them. He tips my head back and devours my mouth. His tongue makes slow, sweet love to mine. A tingling sensation starts from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
Reluctantly we part a few inches apart both gasping for air. His kiss has left a burning fire in my mouth.
“Cooper,” I say, breathlessly moaning out his name. The sound hits him and I see that immediately.
I’ve never seen Cooper’s eyes this shade of blue, they’re almost black and it nearly did me in just by the color to know what he’s feeling. His eyes flick between mine and my lips. I stick my tongue out to wet my lips. Cooper growls, literally growls, and pulls me to the end of the counter.
“I want you in the worst fucking way, Jay…” he growls again, this time against my skin and it sends a tingle through my entire body. “I want to taste every single inch of you.” His teeth nip lightly at my neck, giving me a sample of what he wants, maybe even needs at this point. “I want the scent of your body all over me, on my bed…and the feel of your bare skin pressed against mine.”
If I wasn’t wet before I’m soaking just from his words. Cooper and I rarely talk when we’re messing around, mostly because our mouths are busy and there doesn’t seem to be a need for words, but tonight it’s different. He’s different. I’m different. We’re different.
He gathers the bottom of my dress in his hands. I shift from side to side as he pushes it up around my hips. He grabs my ass and lifts me from the counter. “Jesus…I love your ass.”
I wrap my legs and arms around Cooper as he carries me to the bedroom; all the while he keeps kneading my ass. When we reach the room I slowly unwrap my legs from around him and slide down his body. With my feet on the floor I slide my hands down over his shoulders to his chest and give him a little shove. He lands on the bed and braces himself up on his elbows.
I kneel between Cooper’s knees and reach for the button on his jeans. “I want these off.” My voice is breathy.
I unzip his jeans and open them so he can lift his hips. I pull them down to his ankles and make quick work of untying his shoes and throwing them over my shoulder. I remove his jeans the rest of the way with lightning speed. Cooper’s erection is free and he’s already hard. I lick my lips at the sight of it.
Slowly, I run my hands up his muscular thighs and grip him in my right hand. He sucks a breath in through his teeth, his jaw is clenched and his eyes are a midnight shade. I move my hand up and down then slowly lean forward and lick the tip with my tongue. Being slightly intoxicated is making me a little brave. It’s exactly what I need.
I’ve never actually given Cooper a blow job before. We’ve messed around plenty but this is a first for me and I want that with him.
“Fuck Jay. What are…” his voice falls away, unable to get the words out when he sees my mouth on him.
He tries to sit up but I use my left hand and push firmly on his stomach. He sighs but stays where he is.
“Let me, Coop.” I plead. “I know I’ve never done this before but I want this with you. Now.”
Cooper nods his head as if he wants this as much as I do. I stroke from base to tip a few times and watch as his thighs tense. I lean forward again, taking the tip of h
im into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.
He moans and that gives me the courage I need to keep going. I can do this.
With him in my mouth I remember Hailey telling to make eye contact every once in a while. It was weird as hell asking her for advice but it was either her or MacKenzie and I really didn’t want to hear what gets my brother off. That’s just gross.
But I do as she said and lift my eyes to his, seeing his reaction.
“Suck a little harder.” Cooper says as he reaches forward to guide my head. “Fuck…yeah, like that.”
Cooper gets a little too excited and thrusts into my mouth a little too far and it makes me gag. I don’t stop but I push back a little on the hand that’s still holding my head and he doesn’t resist.
“So fucking good,” his breathing picks up and every once in a while he moans in a breathless voice. “Damn…”
I finally find a rhythm that he seems to like and I’m comfortable with. I’ve got one hand holding the base and I’m stroking him as I move my head up and down. I look back up to Cooper and within seconds he has me pinned under him on the bed.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth.” Cooper says with a shaky breath. He reaches down for my left thigh and puts it up on his hip as he grinds against me. This is the closest that Cooper’s dick has ever been to where I want him, need him.
I suck in a sharp breath at the sensation. I reach up and run my hands through his hair.
Cooper kisses my lips, my cheek, down to my jaw, before gently biting on my earlobe. “I love you.” He whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
He continues down my neck, biting and sucking along the way. My heart is hammering foolishly. Cooper reaches down and removes my dress the rest of the way before his lips touch my right nipple with a tantalizing possessiveness that he’s never shown before.
Everything about tonight is different. I guess I’ve finally broken that wall with him and we can move forward instead of spinning our wheels and never getting anywhere.
After showing the same possessiveness to my left nipple, his tongue makes a path down my ribs to my stomach. He takes his time tracing the words of my tattoo with the tip of his tongue. He looks up with so much passion in his eyes that my stomach does a little flip.
“Inhale the future, exhale the past. You’re living to those words every day.” He kisses the words. “My brave, fearless girl,” Cooper says, sliding my panties off. The thought of him kissing me lower sends a shiver through my body and his left hand moves to my stomach, holding me in place.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as Cooper places an open mouthed kiss on my pussy. I sigh loudly as he does it again and again. We’ve been around this block plenty of times and each and every time gets better.
His tongue works like magic as it always does with him. He knows the amount of pressure to apply and the right spot to send me into sweet agony as an orgasm rocks my body. I cry out from the release but Cooper doesn’t stop, not even for a minute to let me catch my breath. He’s living up to his promise that I would be screaming his name.
Finally having enough, I start to desperately pull him into me, needing him more than I ever have. “Please Coop,” I beg as I take on his body weight.
Suddenly, just like that I feel the shift happening. Cooper freezes; his eyes close and his body tenses over mine. The moment of ecstasy passing quickly, I turn my head, not wanting him to see my now tear filled eyes.
“Look at me.” Cooper’s voice is husky and demanding, but still shaken from the moment. “I know things aren’t going the way you want them to. I’m trying Jay, I’m fucking trying.” His voice shakes slightly at his words. “I don’t want to screw anything up with you. You’ve been through enough shit your entire life; sometimes I don’t know how you do it.”
I don’t respond for a couple of moments, needing to find the perfect words. I reach up and cup his face in my hands. “I do it because I have you in my corner, Cooper.” A damn tear slips from my eye. “I want this and need this with you. This is the only thing that’s holding us back. We need this. Why can’t you see that?”
“I can’t lose you, Jay. I know this is what you think you want, or need, but what if it’s not?” He pauses and then clears his throat, his eyes so sincere it’s hard to look past them, but I need to. “What if this hurts you even more?”
“It’s what I want.” I try to convey myself through my words but they don’t seem to give him the answer he needs to move forward. “I promise you that, Cooper.”
“I can’t.” He rolls off me with a frustrated sigh.
The moment is completely gone and with it is my patience. I grab the sheets to cover my body as I sit up. When I look over at Cooper he’s looking up to the ceiling, lost in thought. The tears come at full force because I’m pissed at him, at myself for setting myself up for this hurt again.
When he realizes I’m crying, Cooper rolls over and tries to console me but I want no part of it. My grip is slipping by the second. I climb out of bed and grab my clothes piece by piece with shaking hands.
“Why aren’t I good enough for you to sleep with, Cooper?” I yell angrily, unable to look at him. “You used to screw anything that looked in your direction but not me. Why damn it?”
Cooper slowly sits up, his eyes holding anger through a strangled truth. “Jay,” His voice cracks when he says my name, as if it pains him to say it. “You are good enough. Don’t you get it?” He says furiously, watching my every reaction to his words. “You’re too good for me! It’s my fucking fault that any of this happened to you in the first place. I should have never brought you to the damn party.”
“And I’ve told you hundred times that it’s not your God damn fault.” I seethe with anger and humiliation, unwilling to let this go. “Did you know what that asshole was going to do to me?”
“No---”
“Exactly, so get the fuck over it.” I’m so pissed I can barely get the words out over my shaking. “Move on like I’m trying to do!”
Cooper just sits there. He doesn't say anything but I can tell by the look on his face that he has more than this to say, yet for some reason he feels a need to hold back.
How dare he? Now isn’t the time.
Damn him.
So I go for what I know will make him see, make him understand what he’s done.
"Babe Ruth was right you know," I stare into his blue eyes, wanting my words to pack a punch. "Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game," I shake my head. "It looks like you struck out, Coop."
I leave the room before he has a chance to say anything.
I wait a little while before going after her, hoping that with some time she’s cooled off and we can talk about this. Maybe I can make her see my side and understand where I’m coming from. Not likely, but it’s worth a try.
Heading downstairs to look for her I notice the shoes that I left by the door are missing and her keys aren’t in the bowl near the front door either.
Fuck!
She’s left. She shouldn’t be driving this late at night and not right after our fight. I lean against the wall and slide down. I hang my head, “I really fucked up with her this time.” I mumble to no one.
Reaching into my jeans pocket, I pull my cell phone out. I send a text to Mason.
Me 10:12pm: How are things going over there?
A few minutes go by and no reply. The worst case scenario could be that Jaylinn ran over there and now a shit storm is brewing. She’s not really the type of person to do something like that but we didn’t exactly leave things in a good way so I’m not sure how she’d have reacted.
Why didn’t I stop her?
Why do I feel this like someone has punched me in the stomach?
My phone finally dings with a new message.
Mason 10:28pm: Everything is good. How’s Jay feeling?
So she didn’t run over there then. Where the hell did she go?
I stand, throw on my shoes, grab m
y keys and wallet and set out to find her. We have to talk about this. I have to make it right. I shouldn’t be driving but I’m desperate to find her.
The first place I go is to her mom’s. If she didn’t go to MacKenzie’s then she had to have gone home.
Twenty minutes later I pull up in from of her mom’s and Jaylinn’s car isn’t here.
Think Cooper, where else would she have gone?
I know she’s friends with a few girls from soccer but I don’t know where they live.
Would she have gone there?
Not really having any ideas I decide to stop at Mason’s. She isn’t here. My last thought could be Jackson’s house. Pulling down the street I can see that she hasn’t gone there either.
I try and text her to see if she’ll answer.
Me 11:22pm: We need to talk. Where are you?
Ten minutes go by and no response. I decide to head back home, hoping and praying that she’s there.
I pull into the driveway of my house next to the empty spot where Jaylinn’s car should be. I shut off the truck and rest my forehead against the steering wheel. Fear and anger knot up inside me as my hands start to shake.
My phone dings. I reach down on the seat next to me. Hunter’s name comes up and I cringe. I slide my finger across the screen and tap on the message.
Hunter 11:35pm: What’s going on with my sister?
I bang my fist against the steering wheel and toss my phone on the passenger seat. I don’t know what the fuck to write back. I need a drink. I need something to help me cope with this fucked up situation.
I reach for my phone and head inside. Kicking off my shoes, I stagger into the kitchen and go right for the only other thing that will calm this ache in my chest, my tequila. I forgo getting a shot glass and take a swig right from the bottle. I don’t even have the energy to move so I sit on the floor and lean my back up against the cabinet.