Page 52 of Hooking the Captain
After I hugged my parents, my dad followed me to the carousel. As we waited for the bags to drop, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Glad to have you home, son,” he said, his voice filled with love.
“Happy to be back.”
After I grabbed my luggage, we made our way to the car. I squeezed into the back seat with Mom and Grandma and was immediately filled in on all the plans for the holiday.
“Your aunt Janice and her husband and kids are coming over for dinner tomorrow,” Mom informed me. “Then your other grandparents are coming over on Christmas.”
Just as I was about to explain that I might have plans one of the days I was home, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out, and my pulse spiked when I saw a text from Coop:
I’m leaving for Hartford tomorrow, but I’ll be home the day after Christmas. Can we meet up then?
Relieved he hadn’t changed his mind about seeing me, I typed out:
Sure. Where?
You can come to my place. 7 pm?
The mention of his place had me feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. I couldn’t wait to see him again, but his apartment was also the place where everything had gone to shit. Even though thinking about that night was depressing, I wasn’t going to say no.
I’ll see you then
It wasthe day after Christmas, and my heart pounded as I stood outside Coop’s building. Looking up toward his floor, memories of us together came flooding back. Most of them were happy—us watching movies on his couch, eating dinner together, then spending hours in his bed. But remembering the night Coop ended things between us tainted all the rest.
I took a deep breath and summoned the courage to walk inside. After I checked in with the lobby attendant, I headed toward the elevator. My fingers trembled slightly as I pushed the call button, and my stomach twisted in knots as the lift passed each floor. When the doors slid open, I stepped out and made my way down the hall.
Standing in front of his door, I raised my hand to knock, but it opened before my knuckles made contact. Coop stood there in a gray sweater and black jeans, his dark hair tousled, and his jaw sporting a couple of days’ worth of stubble. Time seemed to stand still as we stared at each other.
I opened my mouth to say hi, but he didn’t give me a chance to speak. Instead, he reached out and pulled me into a fierce kiss. My heart soared as our mouths melded together, and the misery that had plagued me during our time apart melted away instantly.
Coop’s lips moved against mine with a fiery passion that seemed to match my own desire for the man I’d been missing. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer as if he couldn’t get enough of me. Every cell in my body ignited, and everything I’d planned to say left my brain and was replaced by my desperate need for him. Our tongues danced together, and it was as if we were picking up exactly where we had left off two months ago.
“Wow,” I panted when we finally pulled apart for a much-needed breath. “I thought we’d talk first, but I’m not complaining about that greeting.”
“We can talk later.” Coop grabbed my hand. “Right now, I want to forget everything else and just be with you.”
A thrill surged through my body at his words, and without hesitation, I let him lead me to his bedroom. When I stepped inside the familiar space, it felt like coming home.
He pulled me farther into the room, so we stood next to the bed, our eyes locked in an intense stare. I could see the longing and desire burning in his gaze, reflecting my need for him. Slowly, Coop reached up and traced his fingers down the side of my face, sending shivers down my spine.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky.
“Me too, baby.”
His fingers traced my jaw, and I leaned into his touch, savoring the feel of his hands on me once again. He quickly pushed my jacket off my shoulders and then dove back in for another kiss. His hands roamed over my torso, pulling me closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of me.
“I need you,” he growled, reaching for the hem of my sweatshirt.
Once the fabric cleared my head, I returned the favor and peeled off his sweater, revealing his chiseled chest and rippled abs. Unable to resist the temptation, I sank to my knees and reached for the button of his jeans. A few seconds later, he stood in front of me naked, and my mouth watered. I took him in my hand and stroked him a few times before leaning forward and wrapping my lips around him. Coop’s fingers tangled in my hair and guided me as I moved up and down, taking him as deep as I could. His low groans filled the room, fueling my eagerness to please him.
I continued to work him over with my mouth and hands, and I could tell by the way his grip on my hair tightened that he was close to erupting. I was prepared to swallow everything he released, but he surprised me when he pulled away.
“As much as I love the way you suck my dick, I don’t want to come until you’re fucking me.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
Pushing myself up from the floor, I stripped off the rest of my clothes and laid on his bed. He grabbed a condom and some lube from his bedside table and tossed them next to me onto the comforter before straddling my hips.
I ran my hands up his thighs. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”
