Page 13 of That One Moment

“Missed you, baby,” I say, pressing my lips to Cooper’s gloss-covered ones. He tastes like watermelon and something that is so uniquely him. It’s a taste I will never tire of.

“You saw me last night.” Cooper nuzzles his nose against my neck, then gently places a kiss to the tender flesh, making my whole body quake.

“It’s not enough, never enough.” I take a step back reluctantly as I hear the hall doors close. “What are you doing here?”

He points behind him in the direction of the library. “I had to return a book and thought I would sneak in a few moments with you before class. But,” he turns to face the closed doors of my classroom, “I think you have to go already.”

“I’m sorry, I do. But I’ll see you later?”

Cooper nods then kisses my cheek. I begrudgingly walk into class, take a seat at the back and listen to my professor drone on about the history and theory of architecture.

“I never want to stop kissing you,” I say as I lift Cooper and press him against the wall of my bedroom. His legs wrap around me and I kiss him hungrily. Between back to back classes, followed by study groups and a late dinner, it’s been an entire day since I’ve had his mouth on mine. Something I had to rectify before the door was even shut.

He moans as he kisses me, his tongue sweeping in and out of my mouth, and I return the action, tasting sweetness - like the cinnamon and apple pie he ate earlier. He’s delicious, warm and inviting, and I want to both devour him and savour him, move faster and slow down. He makes me want to experience a million different things as I hold him against me.

“You should definitely not stop kissing me. Perk of being my boyfriend,” he mumbles against my lips, rubbing his hands over my shoulders and down my chest, fiddling with the buttons onmy shirt. “But maybe, you could do something other than kiss me?”

I still, my hands holding tightly to his firm ass. “Yeah? You’d want that?”

“Um…one thousand percent yes. I mean this,” he gestures down at us, our bodies pressed together, “is amazing but, I want you, Jamie. In every way I can have you.”

I kiss him roughly, kneading the globes of his ass, and he squeals as I turn around and throw him onto my unmade bed. Crawling over his slender form, I kiss a line from below his ear, along his neck and then pull his shirt down and suck a mark onto his collarbone.

“God, I want that. Wantyouso badly, baby.” Sitting up, I rip off my shirt, my eyes honing in on the blush that rises up along his neck, reddening his ears. He squirms beneath me then sits up to remove his own shirt.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Have I told you that before?” I lean down and suck his nipple into my mouth. Cooper’s hands grip my hair and he mewls when I add teeth.

“Tell me again.” His voice is a whisper, a sweet gentle plea as I suck and bite at his now swollen nipple.

“You’re beautiful Cooper, so fucking beautiful. Stunning,” I say, as I sit up and run my hands up and down his naked chest. He trembles beneath my touch and I watch my hands as they dip lower, rubbing over the erection in his jeans. My own dick is rock hard and aching but I’m in no rush to take this any further yet. If I could lie here and map the plains of his body for the next week, I would do it.

“Touch me, Jamie. Please.” His skin flushes a pretty pink and I lean over him and kiss his lips, while my hands work to undo his jeans. I’m just pulling the zip down when his phone rings and he lifts his hips to retrieve it from his back pocket. Frown lineswrinkle his gorgeous face and I turn so I can see the name on his screen.

Caiden.

“Ignore it.” I try to kiss him again but he pushes me back until we’re both sitting up.

“I can’t. He was going to see our mum today. If he’s calling so soon, it means something’s wrong.” My head hangs and I sigh then scoot off and flop down on the bed next to him, throwing my arm over my eyes. “I’m sorry,” Cooper says, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek.

I’m not angry with him, I could never be. Cooper has a big heart, especially where his brother is concerned, and he’d do anything for him. I don’t understand their bond - I’ve never had a sibling let alone a twin - but I accept that it’s important to him.

Cooper answers the phone and I listen as he talks to Caiden, his voice laced with concern.

“Where are you now, Cade?” I can’t make out the answer, the line too muffled for me to hear. “Well why the fuck are you there? Fucking hell, Caiden, when will you stop doing this?” He’s quiet again as he stands and puts his shirt back on. “Just stay there, I’m coming.”

It takes us twenty minutes to reach Bad Bob’s, a bar in the wrong part of town.

We walk in, hand in hand. The air is thick with the smell of beer and fried food, and there’s a murmur of conversation mixing with the crackly beat rumbling through the speakers. Dropping Cooper’s hand, I place it on his lower back and guide him forward, towards the bar.

Before we get to it, a lady dressed in a short leather dress and leather crop top, pushes past a few bikers and comes to stand in front of us.

“You here to pick that drunk up off my restroom floor?” she asks, and Cooper flinches. I take his hand again and squeeze it.

“Afraid so. I’m sorry for any trouble he’s caused,” he says. I wonder how many times he's apologised for his brother's actions.

She shakes her head then points down the hallway. “He’s just down there, get him out of here and tell him not to come back. He’s lucky he didn’t get his ass handed to him when he tried to fight Earl.” She gestures towards an attractive guy sitting on a barstool watching a game of pool. “The shiner was a warning.”

“I really am sorry,” Cooper says again. With his hand tightly gripping mine, we head down the dingy hallway. The dim light flickers and a few people pass us but say nothing when they do. Opening the door, we’re hit with the scent of ammonia and vomit. My eyes scan the poorly lit room, two stalls and three urinals, until they land on Caiden. He’s sitting with his back to the wall, his arms wrapped around his head and he’s visibly shaking. An open bottle of vodka lays dripping on the floor at his feet. I'm pretty sure the bartender didn't sell that to him, which means he brought it along from home.

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