Damaged and the Beas(48)

"You do."

"Maybe, but it's hard to know that when I see the fear on your face. You look at me like I'm hurting you and I feel like I should stop, but you want me to keep going. I feel guilty for enjoying your body."

"I wish I could stop crying. I don't know why it happens sometimes and not others. I don't know how to control it. I just know I want to be with you."

Cooper watched me as his fingers tapped at the bed. Finally, he said what was on his mind. "Tell me you don't really think I want to fix you so I can have more sex."

"I don't," I said, feeling guilty. "The only person I've ever trusted is Tawny, and she knows not to push certain things. I know you want to help, but I can't go back there. It seems like I already am, but it's only in small doses. I can make myself forget most of it. I'm sorry I hurt you and I don't really think that's why you want me to get better. If it were, I wouldn't have told you what I did. I would never have trusted you with even that much."

"Can I sit closer?" Cooper asked, and I loved him for being so careful.

"I feel dirty now, but once I have a nice shower, then I can feel normal. Does that make sense?"

Cooper shook his head. "I don't get it. I know I should, but I look at you, and it's so clear how you shouldn't feel bad. Those fuckers should feel bad. Instead, you feel dirty. I don't get it, but I'm trying."

"Do you see me differently now?" I asked, lowering my gaze. "I want you to be honest."

"I still want you, if that's what you're asking. I wanted you the moment I saw you. It was just lust then. When you messed with me that first night at Denny's, I wanted you so fucking bad. Eventually, I needed you though. I know you're damaged, and I've fucked up, but we belong together. Nothing you say or do or anything that was done to you changes how you're mine."

Smiling, I glanced at the shower. "I'll clean up, and we can have lunch."

Cooper shared my smile, looking relieved. "I'll make you forget all about missing school and work. You'll be too happy to feel guilty for blowing off that shit."

Sliding off the bed, I walked to the bathroom with the plan of ridding myself of the dirtiness on my skin. I used the hottest water I could endure while scrubbing my body with Cooper's body wash. Leaving the bathroom, I found Cooper staring at his hands. When he looked up at me, he searched my face for something and then smiled.

"You are so hot wet."

"We could still … "

"No," he interrupted, standing up. "I'm hungry, and we're having a great day and then I'm slobbering all over you. It'll be amazing."

"It sounds amazing," I teased, kissing him before he disappeared into the bathroom.

"I'll leave the door open so you can enjoy the view."

Laughing, I dressed and then took him up on his offer. I rested on the toilet seat and watched him lather up behind the clear shower door. Cooper grinned when he saw me smiling.

"You can't know how difficult it is to be rational around you," he said, still grinning.

Glancing down at his erection pressed against his belly, I sighed. "I think I do know. I should join you."

"Don't. If you cried right now, I'd feel like shit. Let's just be happy for a while."

Frowning, I crossed my arms. "Well, I'm not leaving the bathroom. Nothing out there is as sexy as in here."



       
         
       
        

"Hell yeah," he groaned. "Don't tease though. I'm this close to turning the water to cold."

"Or you could fix your problem."

Cooper squinted at me. "Really?"

Pulling off my shirt, I lowered my bra. Standing closer to the shower door, I stretched. "Here's your visual inspiration. I could lick my lips a lot if you think it'd help?"

"Fucking A," he said, stroking himself. "Say my name."

"Cooper," I moaned softly, rolling my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers like he always did. "Oh, Cooper, I'm yours. I need you. I wish you were inside me, Cooper."

His gaze held mine as I teased myself and he stroked his cock. I eventually just looked at where he worked himself closer to relief. Soon, I licked my lips while thinking about making him feel good using my hand.

While I didn't know how long Cooper had been in a state of heat, it didn't take him long to find relief. I doubted it would take him long to need more relief. To prolong his comfort, I immediately dressed and left the bathroom.

Cooper appeared buck naked a few minutes later, and I wondered if lunch should wait. Somehow, I'd gotten myself into a state of heat.

"Some of it's genetics," he teased, retrieving boxers from his dresser. "The rest is hard work."

"I have a response, but I don't want you getting worked up again."

"Give it five minutes and the memory of you touching yourself and …  Fuck it, I didn't need five minutes."

We both laughed as he finished dressing in a white tee and faded jeans. His hands went absently to his short hair before he remembered he had nothing to fix up there. Shrugging, he shoved his wallet into his back pocket and then reached his hand out for me. After we had grabbed bottles of water, we headed down to his truck.

"Do you know how to drive?" he asked.

"Yes, but I don't have my license."

"Laws are for pussies. Here," he said, handing me the keys. "I know what you're thinking, and a few dents won't mean shit."

Cooper got into the truck, leaned over to help me adjust the seat, and used his new proximity to kiss me like we had forever. With his directions, we arrived at the Italian restaurant's rather packed parking lot. I wasn't sure how to angle the large truck into a spot without wiping out a few smaller cars in the process.

"Scoot," Cooper said, before disappearing out of the passenger door.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I slid over as he sat in the driver's seat. Cooper threw the truck into reverse, angled the truck without paying much attention, and slid it neatly into an open spot. 

"My hero," I said, batting my eyes at him.

"Man, I love when you're easy to please."

"With the day we have planned, I think I'll be very easy to please this evening."

Cooper stared at me and then let out an unsteady breath. "Too hot."

Leaning over, he kissed me hungrily and then started to pull away. Soon, his lips were back on mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. When Cooper's hand slid up my shirt and cupped my breast, I groaned so loudly that nearby people likely heard.

"You're actually horny," he murmured, kissing my cheeks.

"Hell yeah."

"Let's eat before I have trouble walking," he said, finally dislodging his hand from my shirt.

Grinning, I followed him out of the truck, and we walked into the restaurant. Even busy, they found us a booth in the back. After we had ordered, I inched closer to him.

"Why do you look upset?" I asked.

Cooper stared at the bread. "Last night, I thought I had lost you. I can't shake that feeling."

"I'm right here," I said, cuddled against him as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "I had a bad dream, and it wasn't about you."

"The way you looked at me though. I sat there with you staring at me in fear, and I thought how could you ever love me again when you're so afraid of me?" When I said nothing, Cooper sighed. "I lived my whole life without you, and I was fine. I was happy even. Then I meet you, and it's like an addiction. Like I can't imagine you not being there every day with me. Just the thought of you leaving is fucking awful, and I feel like nothing is worth shit. I need you in a way that you can't understand."

"I do understand," I said, running my hand over his hard chest. "It's just that I'm used to doing without so I'm better at hiding it. When I think of losing you, I feel like my life will be shit too."

"You need me."

"More than you can understand. I've only had one person who ever loved me in such a great way, and she wasn't able to give me everything. You have the power to make things beautiful for me, and you love me enough to do that. I feel safer with you than ever in my life."

Cooper smiled. "You deserve everything, and I'd give it to you if you let me."

"Why would I stop you?"

"After losing you last weekend, I feel insecure. I'm not used to the feeling, and it's fucking annoying."

"It'll pass. We've only known each other a few weeks. In a month, we'll have gotten over some of the early hiccups."

"Hiccups? Last night … "

"Stop talking about it," I said, sitting up and away from him. "I know it upset you, but I want to have a good day. I want to be here with you, not back in the panic of last night. I really don't want to be back to five years ago."

"I'm sorry."

Caressing his lips, I smiled. "You look so hot when you pout."

"It's why I do it, Farah. The whole thing is a con to reel you in," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"It so fucking worked."

"I know, right?"

Laughing, we cuddled up and waited for our food.

"What's your middle name?" I asked when our lunches arrived.

"I don't have one. Pop doesn't believe in them. Thinks they're the man's way of tracking people easier."