Page 49 of Ruthless Wars

It looks like a star. A four-pointed star with a square in the middle, connecting each of the star valleys. It’s the same on the Valor Group logo. I gently rub it, about to ask more, until he tightens his hold.

We’re heading up a spiral staircase that’s almost too cramped for Coop’s large frame, especially with him carrying me. My arms tighten around his neck.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he says, casting a sexy smile down at me.

The staircase opens to a large room with floor-to-ceiling windows on two of the four walls. The expansive room is set up for entertaining, with various seats and tables scattered throughout, a lavish bar stocked with shelves of liquor, and a priceless view of the sunset over the sparkling ocean.

Bypassing the seats of varying sizes and two sofas on opposite ends of the room, Coop seats himself on the largest center ottoman, resting me on his lap.

He picks up a small remote on the table, and with a press of a button, both walls of glass slide away to open the room to the outdoors. The breeze is warm and fragrant with the tang of the sea and the perfume of flowers.

The second I take a deep inhale, his lips suck on a breast and I arch back, desperate for him to take more of me.

His large hands wrap around my waist, repositioning me like a rag doll until I’m straddled on top of him. He fists my hair, and my wetness breaks free again.

“Now that we have the house to ourselves, you can make all the noise you want,” he says as his hand slides between my spread-open legs, and I whimper as that sinful finger takes a long glide between my folds. “God, you’re wet.”

I can feel the head of his cock at my entrance, and my eyes meet his before dropping to his dick. He glides it back and forth, and I rock, chasing it, needing it.

I have no idea when he managed to wrap himself in a condom, but there it is. Even now, I have a tight thrill in my stomach at the sight of him, ready to fill me with a cock so big that no matter how many times he’s done it in the past, I still have doubts this man will actually fit. It makes me want to give praise to the company who manages to make condoms this size.

My musings end when he grabs my ass and makes my pussy take every last inch of him all at once. By the way he moans, he loves it as much as I do. For a fraction of a second, I can’t move or speak or breathe until his teeth are on my ear, and my body moves in harmony with his.

“Fuck me, temptress. Ah, fuck me just like that.”

And I do, picking up the pace and watching his eyes roll back.

“So goddamn tight,” he says softly before his body drops back, still holding me, but with just enough give that I control the pace.

His hand cups my breast before his thumb and finger pinch my nipple, softly then hard, until I’m moaning and crying, channeling every bit of my CrossFit training to push myself and take as much of him as I can.

“God, that’s it ...”

His words trail off, but his body is bucking into mine, forcing me to take him at an angle that makes me certain my pussy is spoiled for life.

“Yes, right there.” I moan, riding this peak of pleasure like Lady Godiva on a mechanical bull.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice dark and insistent. He presses a thumb to my clit and pulls my ass to get so balls-deep inside me, there’s no way I can hold the eruption back.

When a finger barely touches the sensitive spot on my ass, every cell in my body bursts into flames, exploding as both his hands lock onto my hips, riding me as hard as I’m riding him. As his thickness pulses deep within me, I collapse on him, panting as our sweat-drenched bodies cool in the evening breeze.

We must have dozed off, because the next thing I know, I’m cuddled in Coop’s arms in a room, dark but for the warm glow from the patio lights below.

“Wherever they went, they must be naked,” I hear someone say from downstairs, undoubtedly deducing that from the trail of clothes we left at the entrance.

By his heavy breathing and the relaxed weight of his arms around me, I’m guessing Sleeping Beauty didn’t hear a thing.

“Coop,” I whisper, lightly stroking the heavenly muscles of his chest as I press tender kisses to it, but he doesn’t stir. I give his bicep a series of taps, and he tightens his hold on me, kissing my head to prolong the snuggle.

“Just a few more minutes,” he murmurs sleepily.

“Um, they’re looking for us, and neither of us has access to clothes.”

“It’s fine,” Coop says, lazily indifferent as he blinks open his eyes. “I’m not sure if I mentioned this, but my family are all naturists.”

My sleepy eyes fly open wide. Okay, there’s a bit of fine print I missed. “So, when you say naturist, do you mean—”

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