Page 4 of Craving Cooper

I pull on my panties, trying to ignore the noises coming from the floor below, even though it’s impossible.

Meredith is yelling for ‘more’ again, and I can hear the occasional grunt from Cooper. I hate that so much, but I hear Meredith’s cry of pleasure and Cooper’s loudest groan, and I know the moment is over… for both of them. Thank God.

Everything is quiet now. That’s not surprising. They’re probably exhausted, and I lie back for a while, wondering if the silence will last. It does sometimes, and then other times, it all starts up again… not with more sex, but with bickering. That happens a lot these days, and quite often, their bickering develops into something more. To be honest, that’s the only reason I haven’t given up on my feelings for Cooper. I’m not someone who lusts after another woman’s man. After everything Jonah did to me, I’m the last person who’d do something like that. But I can’t see how Cooper and Meredith can be anything other than miserable. Okay, so they have a lot of sex, but is that enough to hold a relationship together when they spend the rest of their time fighting? I don’t think it is… and that’s what makes me wonder if they’re right for each other. That’s what gives me hope…

Chapter Two

Cooper

I let out a groan at the sound of the alarm and reach over to turn it off, cursing under my breath.

I’d been having a fabulous dream. It involved a shapely blonde with the most perfect ass in the world, and no boundaries whatsoever. If only real life could be like that, and you could have everything you’ve ever wanted, all at once…

But it was only a dream, ended far too soon, by the buzzing of my alarm, which is more than infuriating.

It’s Saturday, goddammit, and if I hadn’t said I’d help Brady and Laurel move into their new home, I’d have been able to sleep for at least another two hours. I’d have been able to dream of that delectable ass, and everything I could do with it, but as it is…

I turn over, knowing I can spare thirty minutes, and contemplate what I can do with my hard-on, and Meredith, even if her ass is strictly out of bounds. The smile that’s tweaking at my lips soon becomes a frown when I realize she’s not lying beside me, where I’d expected her to be. Instead, she’s sitting with her back against the post at the corner of the bed, and even if she’s naked, there’s something defensive in her pose… her legs bent up and her arms wrapped around them.

“Come back to bed.” I hold out one hand and pull back the covers with the other to reveal my arousal. She glances down for a second, her eyes widening, but then raises her auburn head again, and shakes it.

“Not right now,” she says, which feels ominous.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, regretting my words before they’ve even left my lips. Of course, if I’d been a little more awake, I’d have said something different… something that wouldn’t have involved Meredith giving me an answer I don’t want to hear.

“We need to talk.”

I knew it. I knew she’d say that… or something like it.

Although to be fair, I don’t think any man wants to hear those four words… especially first thing in the morning. Or last thing at night, come to that, and I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. I’ve got a fair idea of what’s coming, so I might as well get comfortable.

“What now?” I say, unable to keep the frustration out of my voice. That’s got nothing to do with my hard-on and what we could have been doing with it. It’s got everything to do with me not wanting to have this conversation. I never do. Although I know I don’t have any choice. Meredith’s got that look in her eyes that tells me there’s no escape.

“Why do you say it like that?” she says, raising her voice a little.

This is going well. We haven’t even gotten to the crux of the problem, and she’s already mad at me.

“Like what?” I can’t help myself, and rather than placating the situation, I escalate it. Not that I think Meredith’s in the mood for being placated.

“Like this is something that happens all the time… like talking to me is the worst thing in the world. The truth is, you never want to talk.”

I sit up, glaring at her. “No. The truth is, you never want to do anything but talk.”

She kneels, exposing herself to me, reminding me of the various reasons I tolerate her. They’re all on display… all within reach. But I’m not distracted by her. I’m getting ready to defend myself against the onslaught.

“Can I remind you about last night?” she says. “There wasn’t much talking going on then.”

I can’t deny she’s right about that. When I went downstairs to let her in, I noticed the familiar sparkle in her eyes. I’d seen it before, many times. I knew exactly what it meant, and didn’t object to her dragging me back up here to my apartment. The moment the door closed, she threw herself into my arms, and while I wouldn’t say I caught her, I certainly held her. I hadn’t changed out of my scrubs, and even while we were kissing, she was already pulling off my top and yanking down my pants, her hands on my butt. I carried her to the couch, removing her jeans and t-shirt, and then we were all over each other… my dick in her mouth, my tongue on her clit, my fingers inside her wet pussy. After her first orgasm, I moved things in here so we could be more comfortable, and we fucked for as long as I could, before I finally came. I lost count of the number of orgasms she had, or how many times she screamed at me for more… but that’s Meredith for you. She’s always demanding something. Which is one of the things I find most infuriating about her. She’s put up boundaries and limitations, all of which I’ve accepted… and yet she still wants more.

“Sure,” I say. “But you started that. I didn’t. You’re the one who ripped my clothes off, Meredith.”

“Yeah. Because I hadn’t seen you all week.”

“I know. Just like every other week. There was nothing different about last night.”

“Exactly,” she says, raising her voice yet again, and waving her arms this time, just for emphasis. “That’s my point, Cooper.”

“What is?”

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