Page 18 of September's Bad Boy: Cooper
His fingers curl inside me, finding a spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He watches me with hungry eyes, his breathing as ragged as mine.
"Please," I gasp, beyond caring how desperate I sound. "I need you now."
Cooper withdraws his hand slowly, and I whimper at the loss. He positions himself between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Our eyes lock as he pushes forward, stretching me almost too much.
"Breathe," he whispers, his thumb stroking my cheek.
I inhale shakily, forcing my muscles to relax. He slides deeper, filling me inch by delicious inch until he's fully seated inside me. We both freeze, adjusting to the sensation.
"You okay?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
Unable to form words, I nod. My hands grip his biceps, feeling the tension in his muscles as he restrains himself.
"Move," I finally manage. "Please move.”
Cooper groans, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that coils heat low in my body. Each thrust sends waves of sensation through me unlike anything I've ever experienced. My eyes flutter closed, overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside me, around me, consuming me completely.
"Look at me," he commands softly, and when I open my eyes, his dark gaze burns into mine. "I want to see you."
The intimacy of his stare steals my breath. What’s unfolding between us is more than physical—it’s raw, consuming, and threaded with an emotion I don’t dare try to name or define.
He picks up the pace, and I match his rhythm instinctively. My hands roam his back, feeling the flex of muscle as he moves above me. When he shifts the angle slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside me, I gasp his name.
He holds the angle, each thrust deliberate and precise. The pressure builds low in my belly, coiling tighter with each movement until I can barely breathe. Instinct takes over—my legs wrap around his waist, dragging him deeper still.
"I can feel you getting close," he murmurs against my ear, his voice like gravel. "Let go for me, Riley."
His words push me higher, the tension building until I'm trembling beneath him. When his hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit with just the right pressure, I shatter. My back arches off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over me, his name a broken cry on my lips.
Cooper's rhythm falters as I clench around him, his breathing harsh against my neck. He thrusts once, twice more before he follows me over the edge, his body tensing above mine as he groans my name.
For a moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing each other's air. His weight presses me into the mattress, but I don't want him to move. I want to memorize this feeling—the heat of his skin, the way his heart hammers against mine, the slight tremor in his muscles.
Eventually, he shifts to the side, careful not to crush me. His arm stays draped over my waist, keeping me close as we catch our breath. I turn toward him, and rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
He kisses my hair, his voice low. “I’ve waited years to touch you and not hate myself for it.”
I lift my head, meeting his gaze. “And?”
He smiles, tired and tender. “It was worth the wait.”
I press my lips to his again, and it’s as if the universe aligns, reminding me I’m exactly where I was always meant to be.
CHAPTER 8
COOPER
The smoke hits me before I even make it to the fence line. Thick, acrid, and rolling low across Shane’s pasture like a living thing. I pull the truck off the road and don’t bother with the keys. I’m already out the door, sprinting toward the blaze.
Shane called ten minutes ago, voice tight with panic. Said something sparked along the fence, and the wind is pushing it toward the barn. Grabbing the fire extinguishers from the gym, I shoved gloves and a bandana in my pockets and prayed I’d make it in time.
I hated to leave Riley alone in my bed, but as soon as she knew what was going on she said to go, and she’d call the girls to see what she could do to help. I only left once she promised to stay back and stay safe.
The fire isn’t raging yet, but the grass is dry as bone and the wind’s against us. A few of Shane’s ranch hands are already working to stamp out the outer edges, but the flames leap faster than they can beat them down.
"Coop!" Shane yells from the side of the barn as he's moving horses to safety, his face streaked with soot. "We’ve got animals trapped inside. A calf won’t move. She’s panicked."
Without any hesitation, I grab the closest extinguisher, sling a rag over my mouth, and run for the barn as more men show up. One call, and I know the entire town will be here to help, but we have to move fast.
