Damaged and the Beast (Damaged #1)

“Don’t think about that. Just let me serve you.”


Grinning, I moaned again as he rubbed at my heel. For the next few minutes, we watched each other and I knew we were thinking the same thing. Relaxed under the late summer sun and soaking in the hot water, I really felt like I could do it sober. Cooper needed to be mine. He said he loved me. Despite what I said in the truck, I knew I loved him too. I needed to let go and embrace this opportunity.

Tugging my feet away gently, I sat up then reached for him. Cooper exhaled in a way that made me think he was waiting for this moment since we stepped into the hot tub. I straddled him and was a little surprised to find him already hard between my legs.

“Been that way since you stripped down for me in the house,” he said as I frowned. “Your face is so expressive that it’s like every thought is there for me to see.”

Rolling my eyes, I held onto his shoulders then stood and lowered my bikini bottom. Cooper hooked a finger in the material and tugged it off. Looking up between my legs, Cooper just sighed.

“Every inch of you is perfect.”

“Doubtful.”

“Shut up,” he spat, squirming out of his boxers until they were floating nearby. “You see things all wrong when it comes to you. It’s like you’re blind.”

“Or stupid.”

Cooper wrapped his arms around me as I settled over his erection. “Never stupid. My girl can’t see what I see about her. That’s a good thing though. I don’t want her getting stuck up and dumping me.”

Rolling my hips so I caressed his stiff cock between our bodies, I whispered, “Today is a perfect day.” I lifted my hips as Cooper guided himself inside me. “Perfect.”

Once full, I tried to find a rhythm, but it felt wrong. I met Cooper’s gaze and he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know how…”

When I lowered my gaze, Cooper took me by the chin and forced me to look at him. “Know how to what?”

“Like how, you know, the rhythm.”

“Oh, I have a simple technique that will help you.”

Expecting his hands to move to my hips, they instead removed my bikini top and settled on my breasts.

“Just follow my lead,” he said, giving me a sexy little grin.

“Wha…?”

I gasped as his thumbs stroked up over my nipples to tell me to lift my hips. Then, his thumbs stroked down and my hips followed. I never would have guessed I’d love having my nipples teased, but it felt like heaven. While I would have told Cooper this fact, I’d lost the ability to speak as we worked ourselves into a nice rhythm.

Holding onto his shoulders, I lifted and fell at his direction until Cooper was at the brink. One hand curled around my neck and pulled me down to kiss him. The other hand took my left hip and guided me. Soon, both hands were on my hips as he helped me bring him closer and closer. Finally, he groaned in this wonderful way that made me feel like I accomplished something great. It was stupid, but I felt proud to see him come apart because of me.

As Cooper wrapped me in his arms, I felt completely safe. Even though I smiled at him, he stared at me with a hurt expression. “Why are you crying?”

Wiping my eyes, I hadn’t even realized. “I don’t know.”

“Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head. “It was so good.”

“You didn’t come.”

“It was still really good.”

Cooper wiped my cheeks. “I really thought you were ready to come. I’m usually good at reading girls, but you started crying instead.”

“I’m just weird. Broken or something. It’s not personal.”

I looked down into the water where we were still together. Cooper lifted me gently off him then pulled me closer onto his lap.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I can get better.”

“Stop saying that,” he whispered back at me.

“I don’t want you to dump me.”

Cooper shook his head. “Those days out of town were fucked up. I missed you way too much to be normal and I knew then. I just knew you really were my girl. It wasn’t some crush on a hot chick who teased me. You were the one and I loved you. That’s the fucked up part. I love you and you’re mine and I can’t get you to feel good. Hell, forget feeling good. I can’t even keep you from crying while I feel good.”

“It’s not you.”

“I’m not helping matters.”

“By complaining?” I asked, looking up at him. “No, you’re really not helping.”

Cooper grinned. “You’re such a little bitch.”

“And you’re a raging asshole.”