Damaged and the Beas(53)

         
       
        

Cooper paused, waiting for me to complain. I turned my head and met his gaze. When I said nothing, he licked again, and I shivered. Sensing the smile on his face, I knew he wanted me to feel good. What he was doing, softly, carefully, did feel incredible, but I knew I would panic. I would hit a point when I returned to the smelly trailer and wouldn't be with Cooper anymore.

Until the moment arrived, I soaked in every hint of bliss. He was so gentle, and I felt my pleasure building. Cooper ran his tongue deeply from my clit to my anus and then back. It felt amazing, and I moaned into my hand. Yet I felt the panic rise in me as the pleasure intensified.

Inhaling harshly, I tightened my grip on the sheets and prayed he would stop. Without delay, Cooper crawled closer and then pulled me up to kneel like him.

"It's me," he said, lifting my chin so I would look at him. "It'll never be anyone else. With me, you'll always be safe."

Placing my hands on his chest, I nodded. "I love you."

Cooper glared full of rage. "If I could find those bastards, I'd kill every one of them so you'd know they were gone from the world. No," he said, sliding his hands into my hair and pulling me closer for a kiss. Once his lips left mine, he gave me an angry smile. "I'd hunt them down and let you kill them. Let you kill them slowly and make them suffer like they made you suffer."

The smile on my face confused me because I never once thought of revenge. While I always said I would kill them if they came back, I didn't really believe I would. Yet when Cooper put the image in my mind of slowly killing those bastards, I liked the thought.

"You're mine," I said, and Cooper smiled so sweetly. "It's why I marked your butt."

Cooper's soft smile shifted into a horny grin. "I still haven't retaliated for all those love bites."

"What will my punishment be?"

"I want to kiss all over you."

Knowing what he meant, I asked, "If I get scared, you'll stop?"

"Yes," he whispered, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. "I need you to come. I need to watch you lose control and know you feel even a tiny bit as good as I do every time we're together. I need you to let me give you this, Farah."

"Can I lie on my back so I can see you? I like watching you when we're together."

"Oh, do you?" he asked, grinning as I rested on my back.

"Yes, so much," I murmured, stroking my nipples and wiping the arrogant look right off Cooper's face. "You like when I do this."

"Once I figure out how to make you come, I'll teach you to make yourself come so I can watch. You look so hot when you touch yourself. Your lips do this sexy thing," he said, imitating my open mouthed stare. 

"That looks stupid."

"Maybe on me. On you, it's fucking hot."

Wiggling on the bed, I spread my legs. "You have great lips too, Coop."

"Fuck," he moaned, clearly wanting to skip my part so he could find relief for his erection.

"We'll give it a few minutes. If it doesn't happen, you can climb up here, and we try a different way."

Cooper grinned and then kissed my inner thigh. "You're letting those walls come down for me," he whispered. "Every wall you remove makes you more beautiful."

Smiling until his fingers spread me open and he kissed my clit, I soon sighed long and loud. Cooper might be horny, but he was tender and slow with his every caress. His lips sucked and kissed me so patiently. Every time the panic struck, I looked at him and remembered where I was.

The pleasure built with waves of heat, and I thought I might finally orgasm. Cooper thought it too by how he was careful not to push too hard. Even so close, I couldn't let go completely, and I never came. The pleasure still felt better than anything I'd experienced before. Reaching for him, I was relieved when he was in my arms.

"One day, I'm making you come," Cooper whispered against my ear as he entered me, "and it'll be a day we mark on the calendar and celebrate each year like the Fourth of July."

Aroused from earlier, I wasn't interested in talking. Clinging to Cooper, I enjoyed his every thrust. Our lips met, and I kissed him so hard that I might have left a bruise.

"You're mine," I whispered as he propped himself over me and thrust in a hard frenzy.

Holding onto his forearms while he moved deeper and harder, I couldn't take my eyes off of Cooper. His muscles flexed with every movement, and I thought about when his size scared me. Now all of his power provided me a sense of security. Cooper loved me, and I was safe with him.

Knowing he was close, I teased his nipples like he did to mine. While his weren't nearly as sensitive, it was all the help he needed as his need intensified.

"No one else," he gasped, finally coming hard inside me. "Never anyone else again."

"Never," I whispered, stroking his face as his movements slowed.

Once resting together, we said nothing. What was there to say anyway? We were where we belonged, and nothing could tear us apart. As if proving me wrong, the sound of approaching motorcycles tensed me out of Cooper's arms.

"Shit," he muttered, getting up to look outside. "It's my pop's friends. I forgot they come in for the fair."

"Should I go?"

Cooper glanced back at me with a frown and looked ready to bitch before changing his mind. His frown eased as he walked towards the dresser.

"Let's take a quick shower and get breakfast."

Forcing myself to go to the window, I looked outside where thirty Harleys were parked in the massive driveway. Some of the bikers were women, most weren't.

"Do you recognize any of them?" Cooper asked, throwing clothes onto his bed.

"A few from your dad's bar."

"But none from before?"

Turning to him, I shook my head. Cooper nodded and then reached for my hand.

"There are a lot of fucking bikers in this country, so I probably don't know them. If you ever see one of those fuckers though, you tell me, and I'll make him wish for death. Do you understand?"

Nodding, I walked with him to the shower. We soaped off without any fooling around. Nervous now, I tried to hide this fact, but didn't succeed. To avoid making my tension worse, Cooper never once got anything sexy going even though he was hard again. Seeing me wet had that effect on him.



       
         
       
        

Out of the shower, Cooper handed me his shirt to wear and I finally calmed down. I was impressed by how he thought to comfort me in such a way. In fact, he knew how to calm me better than I could calm myself now. Somewhere along the way, Cooper Johansson had become the Farah whisperer. When I told him this as we walked downstairs, he laughed so hard I thought he would fall.

"Hell yeah, I am," he said as we joined the others.





Chapter Twenty


The big Exam Day arrived, and New Hampton fell into an eerie silence. Walking to my first class, I was shocked by the tension in the air. The first big college-wide tests sobered the usually wild student body. The exams were scheduled on a single day to ensure everyone showed up. They were also scheduled on a Tuesday because students like Cooper didn't attend school on Fridays. I was still amazed by how much the administration kowtowed to certain whims.

Sitting in my first class, I wasn't overly nervous about the exams. I only missed one day of classes, and I had always been good at tests. While I didn't necessarily expect to ace them all, I figured I should easily pass. Then I looked at the first question and realized I might be in trouble.

By the third class, I knew I was in trouble. I would barely skate by because I really didn't know most of the answers. How had I forgotten so much of the lessons? I took good notes and studied each day. Maybe not as much as I should have since I had work and Cooper, but I did study. Yet I figured I'd get low C's on the exams when I was accustomed to solid B's.

Waiting for the last exam of the day, I wished Cooper would arrive and cheer me up. My mind raced with all of the questions from all of the exams. I had also begun second-guessing my answers. Instead of Cooper, Nick appeared.

"It's not that bad," he said, grinning. "The tests don't even count for much of our final grades. It's just a thing the school does to force students to stop partying and take classes seriously. A wake-up call."

"I sure got one," I said softly. "Are you feeling good about your tests?"

Nick ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed loudly. "Good? No. Okay? Yeah, I guess. I'm not great at tests, but I think I remembered most things."

"Do you think we could maybe study again like we did before? I don't really know anyone else in most of my classes, and I'm pretty sure I did bad on the tests."

"Sure. I only have my roommate Tad to study with and the guy is drunk most days."

I felt like being proactive helped settle my anxiety. By the time Cooper arrived looking grumpy, I wasn't nearly as worried about the tests.

"Did your big brain let you down?" I asked as we sat in the back. 

"What?" he muttered, still grumpy.

"Should I not talk to you?"

"Do you want to talk to me?" When his tone shut me up, and I stared at my desk, Cooper leaned over and whispered, "Why are you always fucking talking to him?"