Damaged and the Beast (Damaged #1)

“So good.”


“Do you think you’ll come?” he asked again. “Should I slow down?”

“No, I’m fine. Go to it, champ.”

Cooper rolled his eyes while I laughed and returned to humming. Maybe the song aroused him because he was thrusting wildly. Even holding onto his forearms, each thrust pushed me a tiny bit closer to the edge of the bed. Would I fall off? Would he fall with me? Would it even disrupt his rhythm if we went tumbling?

I never found out because Cooper came hard long before I fell off the bed. He was out of breath over me and I grinned at his flushed cheeks.

“You want me so bad,” I teased.

Resting his body on mine, still deep inside, Cooper grinned as he wiped sweat from my face.

“I wished you liked it half as much as I do.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You don’t know what I feel. I’m too mysterious.”

Cooper laughed. “A femme fatale.”

“I like when you’re inside me.”

Cooper smiled softly. “If you let me go down on you for like two minutes and hated it, I’d stop. I bet after two minutes though, you’d beg me to stay down there forever.”

“No.”

“It feels so good.”

“How do you know?”

“Girls freak the hell out when I do it. You can’t beat the response.”

“No.”

Tracing my face, he sighed. “Baby, you let me do other stuff those guys did. Why not let me help you feel good?”

Grinding my teeth, I wished he would get off me. Instead, he watched me with a light frown.

“He bit me,” I whispered, breathing too fast. “It was the only time any of it felt good then he bit me. I don’t want that. What if I freak out? What if…?”

Cooper kissed my cheeks. “It’s okay. I’ll never make you do something you don’t want.”

“I’m afraid I’ll have a panic attack. Just thinking about it makes me feel like I’ll have one.”

“Don’t be scared. I love you and I’ll never hurt you.”

“I love you too, but I’m messed up and I can’t fix it.”

“You don’t cry as much anymore,” he said, leaning on his side next to me. “You seemed to like it a few minutes ago. You’re fixing yourself. Be patient.”

Cooper sat up and reached for the beers. He handed me one then leaned against the headboard. When he lifted an arm for me to cuddle under, I crawled over and wrapped myself around him.

“There’s no hickey.” I said, looking at his throat.

“You didn’t suck hard enough,” he mumbled, finishing his beer. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m going to suck you until I make a hickey. I want to mark you.”

Cooper laughed. “You’re so goofy drunk. It’s fucking perfect.”

Straddling him, I licked his throat. “I’m going to suck on you like a crazed vacuum cleaner so prepare yourself.”

Cooper was still laughing when I latched on. I didn’t know if I sucked soft or hard. I wasn’t really sure what happened next because everything got fuzzy fast. Waking up the next morning, I thought we had sex again and maybe ate. Otherwise, most of the night was a blank. Looking over my shoulder, I found Cooper asleep on his stomach.

After a quick trip the bathroom to clean up, I returned to bed where Cooper was still dead to the world. The morning light created a golden hue to his muscular back, so I tugged down the sheet to see the skull tattoo on the lower part of his back. Soon, the sheet rested at the curve just above his butt. Feeling daring, I tugged it down a bit more to admire his beautiful ass. I’d never thought I’d be a butt girl, but Cooper sported one hell of an ass.

The second the sheet reached his thighs, I was in a state of hysterics. Even covering my mouth, I woke Cooper who watched me through half opened lids.

“What?”

Wiping my eyes, I couldn’t stop laughing. I reached over to rub his head then gave him a kiss on the cheek before enjoying my handiwork again.

“No, really, what are you laughing at?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I figured out how to give you a hickey. At least, I hope it was me who gave you all those butt hickeys.”

As I counted my love bites, Cooper twisted around to see as I poked each one. Giggling, I noticed his gaze was dark and hungry.

“What?” I asked, suddenly nervous.

“You’re happy, right? I want you to be happy.”

“I am,” I said, patting his ass. “I learned a new skill.”

Laughing, Cooper rolled off the bed. Walking his stellar ass to the bathroom, he moved around for a while then laughed again.

“I don’t know when you did all that,” he said, returning. “I could have sworn you passed out first.”

Cooper studied me then pointed and twirled his finger. “Butt in the air. I’m getting even.”

I turned over, resting on my knees and elbows. “Be gentle.”

Cooper acted as if he would slap my butt then his hand stopped and he merely caressed me. Climbing onto the bed, he licked his lips.