The Risks We Take Duet Box Set

95. February

FEbrUARY

Carys

C ooper walks into our bedroom and wraps his hands around my waist, then skims his lips over my neck, sending a shiver dancing down my spine. “When I left you this morning, you were sleepy and naked. Why are you dressed?”

“Chloe called a few minutes ago. She’s sneaking out and leaving the kids with Dean.” I button my jeans as I back out of Cooper’s reach, shaking my head. “Hands off, hot stuff. I’m meeting the girls for breakfast.”

“But baby,” he pouts. “It’ll only take a minute.”

It’s never just a minute with this man.

Once he sits down on our bed, I step between his legs and tangle my fingers in his hair. No man should look as good as my husband does when he comes home from the gym. I press my lips to his. “As enticing as that sounds, I’m already late.”

Coop flips me over onto the bed in a smooth move, then settles himself between my legs and steals my breath from my lungs. One finger strokes under the strap of my silk bra as his hot breath fans my face. “Then five more minutes won’t make a difference.” He pops the button on my jeans and looks up at me, hungry.

“Five whole minutes?” I tease, knowing just how much my husband can accomplish in five whole minutes.

His hand slides under my panties and cups my pussy, and my breath catches in my throat. All thoughts of getting to breakfast on time evaporate like a puff of smoke. It’s just him and me, and there’s never a time I don’t want this man. “Make me come, Cooper.”

I kick my jeans off and shove down his gym shorts and boxers.

Suddenly desperate and needy for him.

Coop’s baby blues darken as he runs his cock along the seam of my sex, teasing me just enough before filling me in a deep, hard, delicious stroke. Filling me so completely that he takes my breath away. Always.

“Oh God,” I gasp and dig my nails into his ass, pulling him closer.

Wanting him deeper.

Harder .

Needing more.

Always more .

“You need it fast, baby?” His teeth graze over my nipple before his lips close around it, and my back bows off the bed.

A strangled moan leaves my lips, and my sexy man grins.

“I know what my girl needs.” Of course he does. He knows my body better than I ever could. He wraps my legs around his hips and pulls me up onto his lap so we’re chest to chest. No space separating us. Just like I love.

I stare into his endless blue eyes, then wrap my arms around his neck. “I love you, Coop,” I whisper breathlessly.

The heat from his eyes sears my soul, like it always has.

Always will.

“More than the air I breathe, Carys.”

I rock my hips against his and kiss him frantically.

His tongue pushes into my mouth and sets a fast rhythm, mirroring the rhythm of his hips, which rockets me into the heavens. The base of his cock rubs my clit with every snap, and that’s all it takes before a shower of color explodes behind my eyes.

“Always, Cooper,” I gasp.

“ P ay up.” Chloe holds her hand out to Daphne and Maddie when I walk over to their table at The Busy Bee later that morning.

D slaps a five down on the table, and Maddie groans when she looks in her purse. “I don’t have any cash on me. I’ll catch you next time.”

“Next time what?” I ask as I join my best friends and lift the steaming coffee they’ve already ordered for me up to my lips. Plates full of food sit in front of each of them, as well as my seat.

The three of them smile conspiratorially. “Hope you were in the mood for waffles. We figured you worked up an appetite and didn’t feel like waiting for your late ass to get here, so we ordered already.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I try to lie. But it’s not exactly the first time I’ve been late because Coop and I lost track of time.

Daphne chokes on her orange juice. “Did you look in the mirror before you left?”

“Yes, I looked in the mirror.” I think I did. I run my hand over my hair and second-guess my answer. The three of them laugh in unison. “Fine. Maybe not.”

“Babe.” Maddie grins. “You’re definitely rocking the...”—she lowers her voice, then whispers—“freshly fucked hair.”

“Mads, if you’re gonna be a big girl and curse like the rest of us, you’ve got to stop whispering the naughty words,” Daphne antagonizes her. “Nobody is going to yell at you.”

“I’m not cursing.” When we all side-eye her, she adds, “There are better words to use most of the time. But you,”—my bestie and neighbor points my way—“there’s no other word for how you look right now.”

“Fine.” I take the cherry out of the dollop of whipped cream and drop it on Chloe’s plate. “I am freshly fucked. And let me just add, the man made me come twice in ten minutes. It was so worth being late.”

A throat clears, and my cheeks flame red as I look and see the server standing at our table. I swear this woman must think we’re a bunch of little hoes. “Sorry.” I hide my face.

“Do you ladies need anything else?” The pretty blonde smiles knowingly before we tell her we’re fine.

I wait for her to leave the table, then give up on containing my smile. “So, Nattie and I saw her OB yesterday.” I can barely contain my giddiness.

“Wren?” Chloe asks, and I nod. “Well? Come on, Sinclair. Don’t make me beg for answers. I left Dean with both boys this morning. Do you have any idea how many blow jobs I’m going to owe the man?” She kicks my foot under the table. “I mean, really?”

“Oh stop. You love sucking your husband’s dick,” I giggle, and she shrugs and rubs her tiny little baby bump. “You’re not wrong.”

“And...” I look between the three of them, excitement vibrating from every inch of my skin. “The babies finally cooperated.” I pause for a moment and bite down on my bottom lip, trying to contain myself. “We’re having boys.”