The Perfect Stroke(37)

He slams on his brakes, guiding the car to the side of the road. Thank God I’m wearing a seatbelt or else I’d be thrust through the windshield.

“I’m talking about the fact that you just sent me on my way and agreed with those assholes that I could leave you behind, and then I come back to find you hanging all over another man!”

“Oh good God! You cannot be serious! Jason is a friend! And I encouraged you to go talk business so we could get the damn party over and I could go home. I told you I didn’t want to go in the first place!”

“A pretty freaking chummy friend, if you ask me!”

“Did you seriously just say chummy?”

“Can it, Cooper. I’m not in the mood for your mouth unless it’s on my cock.”

“Well, if you quit being an ass, that could be arranged,” I huff out before I realize what I’m saying. His eyes narrow and he looks at me. Then, he reaches down and scoots his seat back all the way and reclines it until the head of the seat is practically laying on the back seat. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to put your money where your mouth is,” he says, folding his arms.

“Gray… I…”

“Chickening out, Cooper? I expected more from you.”

“We’re on the side of a road!”

“It’s a back road, but if you’re too scared to live a little…”

“I didn’t say that,” I tell him, watching as he unzips his pants. This should be the last thing I do. We need to talk about Gray going out of town, about how he expects me to just pack up and go with him. But as I watch the way his large hand wraps around his even larger cock and stroke it slowly, I know that any discussion we might have has been tabled—at least until we apparently have sex on the side of the road, because if I’m going to give him his, you better believe I’m getting mine, too.





I may be unreasonable here, who the fuck knows. What I do know is that I do not like seeing CC with another man near her. The fact that the man had his hands on her and was getting ready to dance with her pisses me off even more. I have this need inside of me to make sure she knows who the fuck she is with. I also have a need to unload inside of her, which is completely stupid and not going to happen. I will not have a kid. I shove that thought away even as a vision of CC, her stomach round with my child, comes to mind.

“I can’t believe you,” she huffs, but she’s not fooling me. I see the flare of excitement in her eyes. She wants this as much as I do.

“Stop talking,” I tell her, stroking my cock. “There’s other things you can do with your mouth.”

“So romantic.”

“Keep talking and in a few minutes it won’t matter anymore.”

“Minute man?”

“I think I’ve proven how false that is, but for some strange fucking reason, I have the need to come all over that smart little mouth of yours and remind you who you belong to.”

“Belong to?” she echoes.

Shit. I know I’ve said too much, but it’s too late to take it back now.

“My mom always had a saying,” I tell her, watching as she undoes her seatbelt and moves closer to me.

“I can’t believe you’re insisting on talking about your mother while you’re giving yourself a hand job. You’re seriously twisted, Grayson Lucas.”

“She always said you never forget to ride home on the horse that brought you to the dance.”

She stops just as she’s leaning down to my dick. She sits straight up. All at once, a beautiful smile slides onto her face, one so deep that her eyes sparkle. If I was the kind of man who was easily affected by such things, I’d say she could take my breath away in this moment. Then she reaches under her dress, shifting and moving around. At first I’m not sure what she’s doing, but when she comes out with a pair of black silk panties in her hand, I understand. I snatch them and watch her as she maneuvers herself to straddle my lap.

“I’d say that’s a good saying. Especially since you’re acting like a horse’s ass,” she whispers, but I don’t give a fuck what she’s saying at this point. I’ve moved my hands to her hips as she wiggles and settles down on me. My cock slides in between the lips of her pussy. The tip pushes against her and slides up so that it rests pressed against me and her warm, wet, cunt.

“You’re wet,” I whisper, surprised and thankful as fuck. She rotates her hips, sliding those sweet pussy lips against my cock, then grinds against me. It’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her and holding her still so I can slam inside.