The Risks We Take Duet Box Set

27. Carys

CARYS

I press Cooper’s cock against my entrance, then brace my hands against his shoulders as I slide down over him. Pleasure spikes, tinged with pain, as he stretches me so thoroughly my body vibrates around his. I move achingly slowly, my eyes locked on his. Wanting this to last forever but chasing the high I’ve missed since last month.

“Take your time, Carys. I don’t want to hurt you.” His hand grips my chin and pulls my face down to his.

Goosebumps cover my skin as I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and try to move. “God, Coop. I missed you.” I press my lips to his. They’re firm, warm, and so utterly delicious, I get lost in the perfection of it all for a moment.

When he angles my head and takes control of the kiss, a slow moan spills past my lips, and Coop’s tongue slips inside my mouth, deepening our connection. Teasing me. Tasting me. Taking me higher.

Water spills over the edge of the tub, but I don’t care.

Can’t care.

I just need to get closer.

Take him deeper.

“More, Coop,” I pant between kisses, then lean my forehead against his as I finally take him completely inside me, stretched and full. “I need more.”

“Good, baby,” he murmurs against my lips.

His praise is like a soft, loving stroke against my hypersensitive skin. Then, he finally begins moving in slow lazy strokes, like we have all the time in the world.

And we finally do.

There’s no fear of who might hear us.

No timetable where one of us is hopping on a plane. Just us.

Just this.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” He groans as his hips pick up speed. He grinds into me, creating the most delicious friction against my clit as his cock hits my g-spot over and over and over again.

I mewl at his words, unable to form a coherent thought.

Lost in my lust.

Chasing my orgasm.

Coop drags a callused thumb over my peaked nipple, then pinches it while capturing my mouth and thrusting his hips. The fire inside me that’s slowly building roars to life and threatens to devour me. “Do you want it harder?”

Unable to form words, I nod and lick his lower lip eagerly.

“Words, Carys. Tell me,” he growls against my mouth.

“Yes.” I inhale and he rewards me by pinching my nipple tighter. My breath catches in my throat. “Just like that.”

He drags his tongue over the same nipple, lavishing it with attention, then teases it with his teeth while he fucks me harder. Rougher. With a sweet abandon we didn’t get to have at the beach.

I’m lost to the sensations, to the pain and the pleasure. The heat races through me while the flame burns hot against my skin.

One hand slides down to my ass and grips one cheek, opening me, while the other skims my puckered hole, and I jerk with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and desire.

“Not yet, baby. Not in here, and not like this. We’ve got the rest of our lives.” His tongue pushes into my mouth, dancing with mine. “And I’m just getting started with your beautiful body.”

Cooper’s words take me higher. As I meet him thrust for thrust, my orgasm starts with the slow build I’ve only ever had with him. My core tightens as my pussy flutters around him, and I realize I’m drowning... in him... in us.

Drowning in what we are in this moment.

What we could be... will be in all the years to come.

I’m overwhelmed by my feelings and his and am still amazed that this man feels the same way I do. The flames lick higher when Coop takes my other nipple into his mouth and bites down. When he runs his tongue over the same spot, my toes curl, and my body weakens. He thrusts up at the same time he pulls my body down against his, and I shatter in his arms, screaming his name without a care for who can hear us.

Cooper follows me over the cliff as he comes on a roar.

He holds me, whispering words that soothe my soul.

“Coop...” I lie limp in his arms with my lips pressed to the warm skin of his neck. “I love you.”

“You’re the only person I’ve ever said that to, Carys. You’re the love of my life. The only one. The only one there will ever be.”

We lie there until the water begins to chill. “Don’t break my heart, Cooper.”

He presses his lips to mine and runs his hand over my hair. “You’re the one with all the power, Carys. You always will be.”

It’s not until later, after we dried off and are lying down on the bed, bathed in the glow of the warm mid-afternoon sun, that Cooper’s breath evens out. I realize he’s fallen asleep and finally answer him with a whispered plea into the universe as I feel the tug of sleep dragging me under.

“I don’t want the power. I just want you.”

B ang. Bang. Bang.

“What the fuck?” Coop jackknifes up into a sitting position, essentially throwing me across the bed, as a loud thumping against my bedroom door obnoxiously echoes through my sleepy brain.

“Crown up, buttercup. Get some clothes on and come get dinner with Linc and me,” Emerson yells while she continues to beat a horrific rhythm against the door. “You’ve got ten minutes, then I’m coming in.”

Cooper’s tired eyes dart to mine. “Is she serious?”

Em answers before I get a chance. “ She’s serious, Sinclair. Get moving.”

With the white pin-dot sheet pooling around my naked waist, I sit up, and Cooper’s eyes look me over, darkening with need. “We need twenty minutes, Em. And you might want to get away from the door.”

He throws the sheet back from the bed and crawls over me.

“I’m hungry,” Em whines. “Come on.”

“Twenty minutes, Em,” I yell as I lock my legs around Coop’s waist. “Now, go away.” I circle his cock with my hand and pump. “Think we can make twenty minutes work?”

He traces his tongue over the hollow of my neck. “I don’t need twenty minutes to make you come.”

C ooper did not need twenty minutes to make me come. Nope. He accomplished that feat two times in under ten. Now, we’re sitting at a dark booth in Casa De Reyes in old town San Diego, enjoying the absolutely best down-home Mexican food of my life.

“How have we lived here for years and never heard of this place?” Linc asks around a mouthful of pork burrito with pineapple juice dripping down his chin.

Emerson hands him a napkin. “You’re just not one of the cool kids, Linc.”

He looks hurt for a hot minute before he plants his juicy lips on hers and steals a shrimp right out of her spicy Caesar salad. “Whatever. I can live with that.”

“So, how was Kroydon Hills, CC? Was it good to be home, or were you counting down the days until you were back here?” Emerson sips her water and eyes me cautiously, like my answer is significant, though I’m not sure why.

I momentarily lift my eyes to Cooper’s, trying to decide how to respond. “I guess a little bit of both.” He runs his hand under the hem of my black sundress and squeezes my thigh under the table. I somehow manage to contain my involuntary yelp. “But being home was nice. Getting to spend time with everyone was great.”

His callused fingers continue their exploration as they make their way up to my crossed legs and help me uncross them. A cold sweat breaks out over my skin as I realize what he’s about to do. But I don’t hesitate as I spread my thighs, giving him better access.

He rewards me by lightly stroking over my now-damp panties.

Warmth travels up my face, and I run my teeth over my bottom lip, trying to act natural but failing.

“Being back here feels like a relief too. I don’t have to be as guarded here.”

Cooper’s finger glides under my silk panties, and I squirm in my seat as Emerson looks at me with accusatory eyes.

Damn it. She knows.

But it feels too good to make him stop, and I want more.

He doesn’t stop, even with eyes on us. Instead, he pushes his thumb down on my clit and strokes that spot inside me he finds with ease.

My body tightens to a nearly painful point as I cling desperately to any sense of sanity I have while my walls clamp down around Cooper’s finger.

“You really didn’t tell anyone about... Ya know. You two?” Linc’s question is directed toward Coop, who silently shakes his head no.

Good. I hope he’s as affected as I am right now. But when he adds a second finger, I no longer care and force down a moan, sipping my water as I try to hide the tremor wracking my body. “Not yet,” I squeak, covering my face with my napkin and coughing as warmth washes over me and I come.

Right here in a booth inside Casa De Reyes.

Oh. My. God.

Cooper withdraws his fingers, then casually slides one through the guac on his plate and sucks it clean.

Oh holy hell.

“Well, it’s not like you’re going to have a ton of time together to get caught.” Linc shrugs his shoulders and snags another shrimp from Emerson. “Not for the next couple of months, anyway.”

“Seriously, chew before you speak, or there will be no blow job tonight.”

I don’t react to Em’s crass words.

Instead, I turn my head slowly toward Cooper, who looks ready to jump over the table and kill Linc.