Page 12 of Swiped By My Dad's Best Friend
My right hand tingled with the urge to smack something.
Thank fuck I was leaving tomorrow. Any more time around Cooper Rutledge, and I’d end up spanking him, fucking him—or more likely, both.
Matthew would kill me, but it’d be a hell of a way to go.
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Cooper was leaning against my bedroom door at the B&B when I finally got back from the restaurant. Matthew and I had stayed for an extra drink after Cooper and Lena left.
I paused at the top of the stairs, body clenching tight with need. This wasn’t the Cooper of last night, dressed casually in sweats and a T, a guy who was hot and knew he didn’t have to try. It wasn’t the Cooper from dinner, either, still disheveled from a day of what sounded like hard labor.
No, this Cooper was on a whole other level—one designed to tempt me.
And oh, how he did.
Thumbs tucked into his pockets, those long slender fingers I’d fantasized about were framing his package in a pair of the tightest jeans I’d ever seen. He had his hips canted forward a bit, his upper back resting against the door, a skintight black T-shirt a contrast with his golden hair.
He straightened when he saw me. “There you are. What kept you?”
“Catching up with your dad.”
I reluctantly took the final steps toward my room, feeling like a man on the way to the gallows. I recognized the gleam to his eyes, the tension vibrating through him. I wasn’t getting out of this unscathed.
The question was: Resist or surrender?
“What are you doing here?” I managed, my voice a husky rasp of what it should be.
“Do you really need to ask that?”
I swallowed hard. “We’ve been through this. You’re my best friend’s son.”
“I know.” His eyes fluttered shut, as if he were seeking strength. When they opened again, a look of fierce determination met my gaze. “But you’re leaving tomorrow.”
He stepped in close, bringing a heady, spicy scent of bodywash and aftershave to my nostrils. He had showered, shaved, groomed—for me.
“You’re leaving,” he repeated. “So, really, what harm would it do if we gave in to this?”
I blinked, thrown by this tack. “I…But, Matthew…” My mouth opened and closed, grasping for the words to explain my dilemma. Matthew and I had just mended fences after years of silence, but it wasn’t as if I owed him anything.
Not even a friend’s loyalty? Surely this violates some sort of bro code.
“No one’s ever going to know,” Cooper continued, pressing his advantage while I fumbled for reason, blood rushing from brain to cock. He wrapped his arms around my neck, bringing his chest flush against mine. One thigh pressed between my legs, nudging my quickly thickening cock. “We’re just two consenting adults who want each other.”
He hesitated, licking his lips. The same lips I’d watched slide around his fork all night, envious of a utensil.
Tonight, I could be the utensil for Cooper. The tool he used for his pleasure—and mine.
“You do want me, don’t you?” He hesitated a beat, voice quavering. “Because I’m desperate here—”
I took his mouth in a rough kiss, swallowing his words. That brief flicker of uncertainty had been my undoing. Cooper was bold and brash, and I craved the opportunity to tame that wildness in him. But I could have resisted his sexy overture, if not for that hint of vulnerability. That spoke to a deeper part of me, the one that craved someone to protect and cherish.
This was just one night. Cooper would never be mine fully. But right then, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to experience how incredible we could be together.
Cooper was right. Matthew would never know. Cooper was an adult. There was nothing wrong with enjoying what was freely offered.
But still, it felt like a surrender. To Cooper, to my base urges, to everything I’d needed for longer than I could remember.
