Page 137 of Vegas Heat

It’s way too quick.

“Oh God, Cooper, oh my God!” she nearly yells, and I cover her mouth with mine to keep her screams at bay as I plow into her tight little body. She holds on for the wild ride, and I feel her starting to contract over me to the symphony of her moans, and that’s when my body can’t take it anymore. I let go, too, fallinginto the ocean of bliss far below right along with her, pumping into her as I grunt through my climax, my neck corded as I tip my head back through the release.

She clings tightly to me as we both make our way out of the haze, and I press my lips to hers once more, my body trembling from a hard and fast climax it wasn’t expecting less than five minutes ago.

“Jeez, Noah. Where’d you learn to bang like that?” she asks.

I laugh as I pull out of her. I grab a tissue from the counter and head over toward the bathroom to take care of the condom. “You really want to know?” I ask as I tuck my dick back into my shorts and return to her.

She wrinkles her nose as she hops down from the table to gather her clothes. “No, not really. I wish we were each other’s firsts.”

It’s my turn to wrinkle my nose. “You wouldn’t have wanted to be my first. It wasn’t pretty. But I do wish I was your first. The thought of you with somebody else makes me want to rage.”

She giggles. “You should’ve seen your face every time Justin came over.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You were trying to make me jealous.”

She shakes her head. “I was trying to get you to see how stupid you were being.” She reaches over and taps me on the nose, and I can’t help a laugh.

“Well, you won.”

She reaches over and lightly runs her fingertips along the outside of my shorts, feeling her way along my cock. “I think we both won.” She offers a sassy little wink, and I can’t help my laugh.

She turns toward the door, and I grab her ass before I haul her back into my arms. I kiss her good and hard, leaving her with a memory that will help get us both through the rest of the day,and then I open the door, peek around to see the weight room is still empty, and let her out first.

We both hear the door to the weight room open a beat later. “Oh, hey Dad!” she says way too brightly as I’m walking out of the training room.

“What are you two doing in here?” he asks a little gruffly.

I glance over at her, and her cheeks are turning red as she keeps her eyes firmly planted on Troy.

“I, uh, was just using the restroom in the training room,” I say, my voice hitching a little with my lie. “I didn’t know Gabby was in here.”

She clears her throat. “I got out of class early and came down here looking for you,” she says to her father, and she moves toward him and away from me.

They head out of the weight room, and I collapse down on a bench as I think how close a call that was.

I really need to become better at lying, especially if what we’re doing is going to continue to be our little secret.

CHAPTER 12: COOPER

In the last week, we’ve managed to find time alone together every day. It helps tremendously that Troy has been spending the night away from the house, but he doesn’t exactly fill us in on his plans, so while we find places to kiss and touch and be together, I’ve been heading back to my own bedroom just in case he happens to come home looking for his daughter.

It all feels so…immature.

This is an adult relationship, but I’m in it with someone who isn’t ready to tell her father.

Hell, I’m not ready to tell him, either. Mostly because I know he isn’t going to like it, and I want to live in this bliss just a little while longer.

It’s Sunday night, and I don’t want to leave her, but tomorrow morning we fly to Boston to try to talk AJ Winters into playing ball with us.

We’re laying in her bed in that post-sex afterglow, her head on my chest and my arms around her, when I say, “You should hang with Kaylee while I’m gone.”

“I would love to, but is she looking for new friends?” she asks.

“She loved spending time with you at the game. You two are close to the same age and I think she likes having someone to bond with in a similar situation.”

“Being the young filly taming the party boy athlete?”

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