So Far Gone in You(Primal Heat 2)(31)

“Or piss me off every chance you get.” Olin wasn’t trying to be difficult. He was being himself.

Coop chuckled. “Yeah, I can guarantee you’ll stay pissed at me a lot.” The man shrugged. “Call me demented, but I like battling wits with you.”

Olin chuckled right along with Coop. “I do, too.”

Coop spun, and Olin landed on his back. He gazed up at Coop as the guy leaned back and began to slide Olin’s pajama bottoms from his body. Coop didn’t rush. He took his time, as if opening a long-awaited Christmas present. His eyes followed the progress of the path, as if memorizing every inch of skin he revealed.

“I can guarantee that if you give me babies I’ll cherish each and every one because they’ll be a part of you and a part of me.” Coop’s hands ghosted up Olin’s legs after he tossed the pajamas aside. Olin’s stomach jerked when Coop leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his belly.

Olin’s mind had gone blank. He had absolutely no comeback. The sincerity in the man’s words, along with the longing in his eyes, told Olin that Coop would make good on each of his guarantees.

“But what I can guarantee the most is that I’ll love you until the end of time.”

It was as if all the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. Olin found it hard to breathe, hard to think. Coop was offering him every secret desire Olin had longed for.

“You love me?”

“How can I not?” Coop asked as his fingers explored Olin. “You’re my little wildcat.”

“I–”

Coop shook his head. “I know you’re struggling with a lot of things. I don’t expect you to say you love me back. That’ll come with time.”

“But–”

Coop pressed a finger over Olin’s lips. “I’m just happy that you’re here, willing to try.”

Olin narrowed his eyes and pushed Coop’s hand away. “Will you let me talk, damn it.”

Coop’s lips twisted to the side as a smile formed. “Fine, go ahead.”

“Stop telling me what I feel, dork.” He lightly slapped Coop’s chest. “Yeah, I’m a big bucket of confusion. I’ll admit that. But I wouldn’t be giving myself to you, willing to spend the rest of my life with you if I didn’t love you.”

And that was when Olin realized it was the honest truth. He’d been snarly with Coop from the beginning only because he’d been fighting against how he felt, the strong attraction, the undeniable need to be with the man. It all clicked into place like a completed puzzle.

Olin blinked up at Coop and then curled his fists at his sides. He’d said it, and he wasn’t going to try and joke his way out of it.

Coop dipped his head and captured Olin’s lips once again. This time it was a little wilder, needier. Olin wrapped his legs around Coop’s thick waist and tried to pull him closer, but Coop kept an inch between them, as if it was his turn to torture Olin.

Olin’s heart raced as Coop’s beard scraped along his skin. Coop kissed him along the jaw, behind his ear, and down his shoulder, where he licked a path along the area where Olin’s neck met his shoulder. Was he ready to get bitten? Was Coop going to do it now?

But then Coop moved lower down Olin’s body, and Olin had no choice but to unwrap his legs from around the man’s waist.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Coop pressed his hands to Olin’s inner thighs and spread his legs. His fingers trailed over Olin’s skin, making Olin shake as he waited to see what Coop would do. “You’re like this angel with a crooked halo who fell out of the sky and right into my arms.”

Olin’s grin was wide. “You’re such a poet. A crooked halo, huh?”

Coop’s light chuckle was filled with tenderness. “I happen to like your crooked halo. It gives you a fiery personality.”

He arched his back when Coop settled Olin’s legs on his shoulders and then nuzzled his balls. Coop bathed them with his tongue, making Olin shudder and moan.

Olin wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed the base to stop himself from coming. With Coop, Olin seemed to have an easy trigger. He could already feel his balls drawing up tight. It would be embarrassing as hell if he came just from the man licking his sac.

Coop eased back and then blew soft tufts of air over the wet skin. Olin hissed and squeezed his cock even harder. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Maybe.”

Before Olin could argue, Coop’s lips hovered over the head of his cock and waited. It took Olin a second to figure out why the man hesitated. When it finally dawned on him, he guided his erection toward Coop’s mouth. Coop’s tongue lashed out, sliding over the slit, licking up the clear pre-cum. How was Olin supposed to last? He wasn’t going to.