Page 26 of Interception

Faith means well, but she can be a little pushy when it comes to my love life lately. She reads into everything, and it doesn’t seem to bother Coop. He and I have had a couple of disagreements when it comes to how we handle being out in public together—nothing to write home about—but he’s stubborn, and so am I.

I almost missed the Hall of Fame ceremony because I just couldn’t face all the attention I knew would come with being there as part of the Faith and Hunter show. In the end, I wanted to be there for her, and I hated being away from Coop. I’m glad I came to my senses, or I would’ve missed seeing my best friend being proposed to.

Since Hunter popped the question, Faith has weddings on the brain. Heck, I think she’d make it a double wedding with Coop and me if she thought I’d go for it.

I’ve barely seen Coop this week—being maid of honor is time-consuming. I’m looking forward to it all being over, so I can spend the weekend locked away in my hotel suite with him. He’s been off doing best-man stuff, which I assume means they have been drinking and going to strip clubs. Coop says that’s not how he’s been spending his time the past few days, but I doubt he’d tell me if he was letting some stripper grind her skanky ass on his lap. It’s a tradition for a bachelor party.

Faith has been a bundle of nerves, worrying that she might fall flat on her face on the way to the altar, which, let’s face it, is a possibility. I bought her some tricked-out Converse to try to mitigate her propensity for ending up on her ass. I swear an elephant is more graceful than my beautiful bestie.

Once I got her to go to sleep, I snuck out of our room and went to see her dad. She says she’s okay with them not being at the wedding, but I know her—it would be a gray cloud hanging over the best day of her life.

Thankfully, I was able to talk her dad into coming and walking her down the aisle. It won’t fix things between them, but it’s a start, and when they finally get back to a good place, her wedding day won’t be looming in the background as something they missed out on. Now, all we need to do is get through the ceremony with Faith in one piece, and my job as maid of honor will be a roaring success.

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Faith looks stunning as she walks down the aisle on her dad’s arm. Her eyes are fixed on Hunter, and he’s beaming ear to ear at the sight of her. Coop is standing at his side, but he’s not paying attention to the bride. His smoldering gaze is leveled at me. He looks so freaking sexy in a tux, it should be illegal. The stuff I want to do to him right now is definitely illegal in most states.

My breath quickens at the sight of him, my heart thumping so hard I think it’s going to jump straight out of my chest. I’m mesmerized by him, only registering Faith as she thrusts her bouquet into my hands. I don’t really remember much about the ceremony. It goes by in a blur, and Coop never breaks eye contact with me. Even when he’s called upon for rings, he just holds them out for Hunter to take. The guests notice, and a little ripple of laughter spreads through the pews.

When all is said and done, and the ‘I dos’ are behind us, we follow the bride and groom, Coop’s hand on the small of my back, the heat of his large palm causing a spark to ignite deep in my core. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait until we get back to our suite. I might have to be the clichéd bridesmaid getting freaky in the cloakroom.

“You look… stunning, Zee. I’m sporting a semi right now.”

“Only a semi? Clearly, I have room for improvement. Would it tip the odds in my favor if I told you I’m going commando under this fancy-ass dress?”

“Fuck me.”

“I plan to. As soon as we get to the reception.”

“That’s not quick enough for me, beautiful. We have our own car and a nice privacy screen between that fine ass of yours and the driver.” A thrill courses through me at the dark and delicious tone of his voice.

“You can put that mouth of yours to good use.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The second we load Faith and her dress into their car, Coop grabs my hand and pulls me toward ours, eager to get a few moments of privacy. He closes the door and barks at the driver.

“How long does it take to get to the reception venue from here?”

“Ten minutes, sir.”

“I’m going to need you to triple that time frame for me… at least.”

“Don’t you have to be there for the photographs of the bridal party, sir?”

“They can start without us. Do me a solid and put that screen up.” He does as he’s asked, and the moment the privacy screen is in place, Coop slides his hand down my leg, reaching for the hem of my dress.

“So you only need thirty minutes? Am I only getting half an orgasm?” As his hand wanders up the inside of my thigh, I’m rewarded with the catch of his breath when he feels how wet I am for him.

“I’m pretty sure I can make you come a handful of times at least. You’re already slick for me.”

“Then stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“I’m putting my mouth right where you want it. Between your thighs. Now lie back and enjoy.” God, he’s hot. I do as he asks, lying across the back seat, letting him push my dress up to my waist. His gaze is greedy as he takes in the sight of me with my legs open wide and my pussy desperate for his kiss.

Coop likes to tease me, to drive me to the brink of insanity before he gives me what I want. He enjoys watching me squirm. It takes him a minute to maneuver his body into the right position, even in this generous back seat. There’s nothing hotter than a man in a tux nestled between your legs, especially when that man is Cooper Danford.

“Kiss me, Coop.” He looks up at me with a sly grin.

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