Page 37 of Revelry

“Fucking incredible,” Coop whispers in my ear.

“God I wanna taste her right now.” Levi growls and my eyes snap open to glare at him.

“Never going to happen,” I whisper, when I’ve caught my breath.

“Never say never, Red,” Levi says, as he jumps up from his seat. “I gotta go knock one out.”

I bury my head in my hands. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“What? You didn’t enjoy it?” Cooper asks.

I give him a look. “Well obviously I enjoyed it. Jesus, Coop, that can’t happen again.”

“I’m pretty sure it could.” He smirks. “In fact, we should totally just go for the trifecta, the holy trinity of orgasms.”

“Stop talking.”

Deb’s voice rings out from across the cabin. “I won, so pay up motherfuckers.”

“You didn’t win,” Ash says.

“It’s on a plane and he made her come, more than once.”

“The bet was sex, Deb,” Zed says. “Do you need me to remind you of the difference between finger banging and a deep, hard cocking?”

Oh my god.Did the entire plane hear me come?

“Will you three please shut up?” I hiss. I’m mortified that not only was it obvious to Levi, who was sitting right in front of us, but also to the rest of the passengers.

“Is there a problem here?” the stewardess asks. She’s not the one who Coop promised his guitar to—it’s the other one. The unpleasant one who told me I couldn’t board with the band.

“Nope, no problem,” Cooper says.

“I’m going to have to ask you to keep the noise to a minimum,” she says, looking at each of us in turn with her no nonsense school-teacher expression. Of course this makes us all laugh, because apparently the six of us are just big children. “You’re disturbing the other passengers.”

“It won’t happen again,” Cooper says, and he ducks his head to hide his smile. He doesn’t do it often, and when he unleashes his grin, it’s … wow. I’ve never been one of those girls who’s struck dumb by beautiful men, but staring at that grin makes me think I’ve never really seen a man worthy of rendering me an idiot, not the way Cooper Ryan is worthy. He catches me staring and then he’s smiling for an entirely different reason.

“You know, I could get used to flying with you, Ali-Cat.”

I don’t bother to tell him that I could get used to having his hands on me, or that right now, in this very moment, I want to travel on all of the airplanes with him, every flight he has to take for the remainder of his life. I want to be on those beside him, if only to feel his hands on me again.

Jesus Christ. Snap the fuck out of it, you stupid whore. He gives you two orgasms and suddenly you’re gonna give him every flight for the rest of your life? Wake the fuck up, Ali. He’s a rock star, and you … you’re just … someone who hasn’t felt the adoration in a man’s touch for far too long. This is not a big deal. It is not a thing. Nor will it ever be a thing.

“I think we should make a bet of our own,” Coop says, leaning in to whisper in my ear. He gently squeezes my thigh, and it’s only then that I realise his hand has been there the entire time.How did I not feel it burning my flesh?

“I don’t think we should even be talking right now, let alone making wagers.” I take his hand from my leg and let it fall into his lap, but he slides it between my legs once more and presses in hard against my clit.

“One week and I’ll have you naked beneath me, your legs wrapped around my hips as I drive into you and you sink your nails into my back.” He nips at my ear as he says this, his hand working me over in slow circles again. “One week, Ali-Cat, and I’ll be seated balls deep inside you, and you’ll be screaming my name as you come.”

“And if I’m not?” I pant and lick my lips as he strokes me faster. “If you’re not inside me? If I’m not sinking my nails in your back and screaming your name? What then?”

“Then I walk away. I leave you the hell alone.” He stops his stroking, forcing an involuntary gasp from my lungs.

“I hate you so much, Cooper Ryan.”

He chuckles. “No, you really don’t.”

God damn him, he was right. I have a lot of feelings swirling around in my head right now, but none of them are even remotely close to hate, and that frightens me more than the prospect of losing this bet.

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