Page 56 of The Cowboy Complication

Isla whimpered, the soft sound shooting straight to his throbbing dick as he raced along with her. "I don't know."

"You don't know, or you don't want to tell me?"

Those were two very different things, but both would be a tragedy. And he’d give his eyeteeth to rectify each of them.

"I don't know." Isla’s eyes were glazed as they met him through the screen. "I would tell you anything."

"Then tell me why you don't know which one you like better." His suspicions were building—right along with his climax—and this encounter with Isla was proving he could not only be amused and aroused at the same time, but he could also be pissed and aroused at the same time.

"I don't know because I've never experienced one of them."

Her confession was what he’d expected. And—on a deep, despicable level—what he’d wanted to hear. Thinking of another man touching her the way he couldn’t made him want to throw things. Made him want to march downstairs and drive to her apartment just to prove how much better he was at it.

Hearing the piece of shit she was with before not only didn’t appreciate her on a personal level, but also on a sexual level, was motivation he didn’t need. A challenge he couldn’t accept.

“That’s a fucking shame, Princess.” It took everything he had to stop himself from offering to rectify the mistake. From helping her decide a preference. “You should be with someone who loves making you feel good.”

She should be with him.

It was a truth he’d avoided. Refused to even consider. But in this moment, watching how fucking perfect she looked making herself come, it was impossible to deny.

Isla should be his.

He was the one who took care of her. He was the one who looked out for her. He was the one who put her above himself.

He was the one who should be making her feel good.

“Cooper?” His name whispered across her lips as her brows pinched tight, every muscle in her body tense. She was on the edge, and he was the one she was thinking of. The one she wanted to ensure was there with her when she came.

“Right here, Princess.” He was so focused on her, his own impending orgasm barely registered. All that mattered was her. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”

As if she’d been waiting—holding out for reassurance—Isla cried out, body shuddering, back arching as she unraveled.

He watched, committing every sound and every motion to memory so at least he could claim this part of her for himself. This moment as his own.

It wasn’t until Isla’s body went limp against the blankets of her bed that he noticed the cooling lines of his own release streaked across his stomach. Looking down at them, he chuckled, shocked at how irrelevant his own pleasure had been. The laugh wasn’t in amusement. It was more of an ‘oh shit’ sort of thing.

He was fucked.

“Looks like you made a little mess.” Isla rolled onto her side, tits pressing together to make the perfect place to?—

Fuck.

Cooper scrubbed a hand over his face, trying to get his thoughts back in line. “Yeah. I should probably get a towel. Hang on.”

He stood from the bed and went to the attached bathroom, wiping down with the hand towel he kept beside the sink before tossing the soiled cloth into the hamper. When he went back, it was to find Isla had pulled on a T-shirt and was walking through her apartment.

“Sorry.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “I needed a drink.” She opened her fridge, fished out a bottle of water, and carried it to the couch where she sat down. “How was your day?”

“Long.” He picked up his phone and walked into the bathroom, needing to take a shower before he put on any clothes of his own. “I’m looking forward to having a day off tomorrow.”

Isla’s brows lifted as she took a drink. After swallowing the mouthful she said, “A whole day off? Who even are you?”

“Right?” Cooper set her onto the counter and reached in to start the water. “I won’t know what to do with myself after I drop you off at Grady’s.” He grabbed a towel from the bar and draped it over the counter. “Maybe I’ll stick around and annoy Gram-Gram.”

Isla pressed her lips together, shifting on the couch. “Speaking of Gram-Gram.” She leaned back, adjusting the position of her phone so just her face and shoulders were in the frame. “She gave me a car today.”

Cooper went still, certain he hadn’t heard correctly. “Griselda gave you a car?”

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