The Risks We Take Duet Box Set

23. Carys

CARYS

A crack of lightning illuminates the room as Cooper drags the thick head of his cock through my sex, coating himself in my wetness. Sliding up and down, teasing me until I grasp the sheets in both hands, ready to scream. But as I open my mouth, callused fingers grip my jaw, holding me still while his mouth takes mine and our tongues dance a wicked dance.

Each stroke of his tongue takes me higher until I’m teetering on the edge of sanity, not sure how much more I can take. And when he finally pushes his cock inside me—filling me, overwhelming me—I gasp. Agony and ecstasy battle for dominance while I feel like I’m going to break in half in the most sinful way.

He impales me until there’s no space between us.

With each achingly slow stroke, his lips worship mine, and my muscles contract around him. Stretching to take him deeper. Clawing to get closer.

Callused fingers grip my jaw, holding me still while our tongues move in savage harmony. And when he finally pushes all the way inside me until there’s nothing more left, I’m utterly consumed by him.

“Coop . . .”

His thumb slips down the length of my throat, pressing down on my rapid pulse, and he licks the shell of my ear, whispering, “Tell me how it feels, baby.”

“So fucking good,” I gasp and then grasp at his ass, silently begging him to move as I grind my hips against him.

Coop drags his tongue down my neck and pulls out slowly, then sets a punishing rhythm with every hard thrust of his hips. His big body dominates mine. Fucking me harder. Fanning the flames higher. Destroying me.

One strong hand wraps powerfully around my throat, but I want more.

I close my hand around his wrist and whisper, “Tighter.”

Coop’s blue eyes burn molten hot as the fire between us soars. “You like this, baby?”

“So much,” I plead as I buck against him. “So close.”

The connection between us is more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. It’s a white-hot flame licking across my skin as Coop’s hand tightens, cutting off the tiniest bit of my oxygen, and my muscles immediately contract around him. Red-hot pleasure flows through my veins, feeding the inferno inside my body.

Cooper’s lips capture mine, swallowing my moan as my walls clamp down on his cock, milking him.

A warmth washes over me as he fills me, jerking and groaning against my lips.

We collapse into a mess of sweaty bodies and tangled limbs.

My head presses against his chest, resting over his heart.

He runs his fingers through my hair, and I shiver in his arms. “Jesus, Carys. That was... I don’t have the words.”

My lips tip up as a smile stretches across my face. “Yeah, it was,” I tell him softly. “Why did we wait so long to do that?” I try to hold back the giggle that’s building inside me. “We could have been doing that for years.”

Cooper kisses the top of my head, then rolls me over on top of him. “Then I guess we better start making up for lost time.”

“ B aby.” Cooper kisses my bare shoulder, then sits up. “I’m going to my room before anyone wakes up.”

“Don’t go.” I tug him down until he’s lying alongside me. His warm breath fans my face, and I tuck my body against his. The storm still rages outside, and I want nothing more than to spend every last second of it in bed with him. “Just a few more minutes before we have to go back to reality. How much longer until we’re both back in California?”

Cooper runs the tips of his fingers down my spine. “A few more weeks,” he growls. “And I swear to God, Carys, I hope you don’t have classes for a few fucking days when we get there because I’m not letting you out of bed for a month.”

“Promise?” I drag my nails down his naked chest, then play with the waistband of his boxers. “What if I said I don’t want to let you out of bed now ?” I slip my hand inside his boxers and wrap my fist around his hardening cock, stroking it once... twice.

“You’re not playing fair, Carys,” Cooper groans, and I slowly shake my head no and press my lips to his neck.

“Who says I’m playing, Coop?” I lick lazy lines down his neck and along each indent of his chest and abs as I push him back down flat on the bed and get comfortable between his legs.

“No more playing. No more hiding. At least not with each other. Now, it’s all about taking what I want.” I grip his boxer briefs and push them down his legs, then toss them to the floor. I flatten my tongue and slowly lick my way up the length of his velvety smooth cock, like he’s the most decadent thing I’ve ever had in my mouth... because he is.

“Jesus, baby.” His rough voice is enough to soak my already wet panties.

“Shh,” I order as I take him in my mouth and hollow my cheeks.

The noise Coop makes in his chest is deep and gravelly and, no doubt, the best sound I’ve ever heard.

I take him deeper.

“That’s it, baby. Take me down your throat, just like that.”

I gag when I take him into the back of my throat, and Coop runs his rough hand lovingly down my body, cupping my ass. “That’s it, baby. Now, sit that needy pussy on my face and let me taste you.”

I look up at him through my lashes with wide eyes, both incredibly turned-on and yet nervous about the logistics.

“Carys... Come here.” Coop’s pale blue eyes glow with need in the dark room. His words, whispered and commanding, are just loud enough over the hard rain lashing against the French doors.

I crawl up the bed hesitantly, not sure how this is going to work.

“Sit on my face, Carys.” I never knew I’d like being bossed around in bed, but when Cooper growls the words, I nearly melt. He tugs my hips, his fingers biting into my soft skin until I give in and swing one leg carefully over his face.

Before I even get myself settled, he tugs me down against his mouth, and my panties are pushed aside as Coop’s tongue slides inside my wet pussy, sending shock waves through my core.

“Ohmygod,” I moan at the first lash of his tongue. “How am I...?” Coop’s fingers open me to him while he sucks my clit into his mouth, and I ride his face. “Oh... God.”

“Suck, Carys. Or this stops,” he growls, and I try to concentrate.

I take him back in my mouth and try to focus on not biting off his dick while he works me into a fucking frenzy. I swallow him down into the back of my throat and hum around his dick. Tears pool in my eyes as I try to get him to come, because holy hell, I’m already there.

“So close,” I pant around him as I add my hand to work his cock faster and feel the first thrum of my orgasm threatening to tear through me without my permission.

I try to hold still, to not rock back against his face. But there’s no stopping the growing wave from breaking when he sucks my clit into his mouth. I come on his face with his cock in my mouth, moaning and panting and praying no one else in the house is awake.

My release pushes Coop over the edge, and I swallow the hot streams of come down my throat before I collapse next to him, boneless.

“Jesus, baby. We should start every day that way.” He runs his hand up and down my bare calf, and I purr like a blissed-out kitten at the heavenly touch.

“Yeah, we should.” I smile while I lie there like a limp noodle, not able to move. “Now, you can go.”

Coop tickles the back of my knee, making me laugh louder than I should. “Oh, I see how it’s gonna be. Use me, then discard me.” He stands up and slides on his shorts from last night, then smacks my ass, no doubt leaving a handprint. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

The smile in his voice is as beautiful as the one on his face.

And both do warm and gooey things to my already warm and gooey insides.

I ’m not sure how much time has passed when I feel the weight of another person on my bed and crack open one eye. Chloe’s lying next to me on top of the covers, her hair damp from the rain and a mischievous grin on her face. I yank the sheet up to cover my bare chest.

“What the hell, Chloe?”

She reaches down to the floor and grabs a t-shirt to throw at me, then sits up. “Like I haven’t seen your tits before. Come on, now.”

I slide my arms through the soft shirt and realize my mistake before Chloe’s wide eyes double in size. “Oh. My. God. I fucking knew it.”

His scent surrounds me.

There’s absolutely no mistaking whose shirt I just threw on, considering Navy is written across the front of it in black.

“You two avoided each other all night last night, but I caught you staring at him a few times during dinner.” She smacks my thigh, then crosses her arms over her chest. “Holy. Shit. You and Coop?” Uncontrollable laughter bubbles up her chest, and I whack her as hard as I can with a pillow.

“Shut up.” That just makes her laugh harder. “I’m serious, Chloe. Please lower your voice.”

She jumps from the bed and starts pacing my room. “Okay, okay. But I have so many questions... Like how long has this been going on? Does anyone else know?” She bites down on her long purple nail, then starts laughing like a loon. “Your brother is going to shit a solid gold brick, Carys.”

I stand, and Cooper’s shirt falls down to my knees. “This is brand new, Chloe. It started... like, just started the night before he left for his last mission. Then he came home and turned right around to go to training. Yesterday was the first time we’ve seen each other in over a month.”

She nods her head as she follows along. “Okay, so it’s new. Who knows?”

“Our friends in California, and now you. That’s it. And it needs to stay that way. At least for now, Chloe. You can’t say anything—to anyone. Please. Give us time to figure this out,” I beg her, not sure if I should cry or laugh at the tortured look on her face.

“This is the juiciest piece of gossip we’ve seen since your brother walked in on your mom and Coach banging on the kitchen table, and you want me to keep it to myself?” She kicks that around for another moment, and I grab a pair of sweats out of my suitcase and drag them up my legs. “Fine. But what do I get out of it?”

My head whips around to hers. “My undying love?” It shouldn’t be a question, but it absolutely is.

“Not good enough,” she cackles like an evil queen.

“Not good enough?” I pick up my brush from the dresser and throw it at her, missing her by at least a foot.

So not the athlete in the family. “What the hell do you want? A bigger stake in Le Désir?”

Chloe snags the brush from the floor and waves it in front of my face. “Nope. But you better name your first baby Chloe.” She offers me the brush, and I just stare in shock. “Now change your damn shirt and use the brush on the rat’s nest sitting on your head. Murphy made a breakfast feast since Coop has to head back tonight, and I’m supposed to be dragging you over there.”

If Aiden hadn’t been blessed by the football gods, he’d have been a chef. I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what he does after his football career ends someday.

I take the brush back and look at myself in the mirror. “I need to shower.”

I smell like sex and Cooper.

“Nope. You need to come with me now, or there won’t be any food left.”

“Fine.” I grab a tank with a built-in bra from my suitcase and change out of Cooper’s shirt, then throw on a hoodie. “Did you let Coop know?”

“He’s over there, having coffee now. He, Brady, and Bash went sunrise surfing.”

“In the rain?” I look outside and see that it’s let up to a steady drizzle.

Guess he went there when he left me.

She nods her head. “Yup. Now come on.”

B reakfast was a whole new experience in awkward, and as much as I love my family, I’m definitely ready to be back in California, without the worry of hiding something from the people I love. That, by itself, should be raising red flags about this thing between Cooper and me, but it doesn’t. Instead, I concentrate on not paying any more attention to him than I do to anyone else.

The second round of the storm kicks in, and as we all clean up the ridiculous number of pots, pans, and dishes my brother used to cook his feast, my head starts to bother me. I pour myself a cup of tea and take it into the family room after the last dish is put away, then sit next to my brother and lay my now-aching head on his shoulder.

The guys are deciding what everyone feels like doing during our rainout. No beach today. Mom, Coach, Dec, and Belles are taking the kiddos to the movies to see the newest Disney flick, and Nattie offered to watch Nixon for them, so they didn’t have to bring a baby along. The other girls are talking about manis, pedis, and Avengers —our version of chick flicks. But I don’t join in. Instead, I close my eyes and feel myself drifting off.