Page 21 of Cooper & Jake (Gomillion High Reunion #2)

COOPER

“Little Dude!” Peyton yells when I open the front door to Jake’s house. “I can’t believe you’re actually here. I’ve tried to give you a couple days with Jake, but I wanted to come see you.”

I step forward, pulling Peyton in for a hug. “It’s great to see you. Thank you for giving us some alone time.”

“I see it’s been good for you,” he winks, his finger rubbing at the hickey on the side of my neck.

My cheeks warm, and I smile sheepishly, shrugging my shoulders. “Can’t keep him off me.”

“I can see that.” Peyton follows me into the house, closing the door behind him. “So what have you and Jake been up to the past two days?”

My mind drifts back to how inseparable we’ve been for the last two days.

He’s taken me all around his small town of Cedar Creek, showing me all the hidden gems he’s found.

We spent a few hours at his bar, where he took me on an exclusive tour.

And if he happened to bend me over the bartop and fuck me wild, no one knows but us.

“Judging by the look on your face, that might not be something I want to know about. Where’s Jake at anyway?”

“He’s in the kitchen making a couple of sandwiches, but I bet if you hurry, you could catch him and have him make you one too.”

“Oh, good idea, Little Dude.” Peyton takes off, heading straight toward the kitchen, and I follow behind, snickering when Jake sighs loudly.

“Do you want one too?”

“Of course. I’ll take this one, and you can make another one.” He snatches up the finished sandwich on the plate, taking a huge bite and offering a wide grin. “Delicious,” he slurs as he chomps on the sandwich.

“You’re so messy,” Jake tells him, rolling his eyes and grabbing two more pieces of bread.

“What do you have planned for today, Peyton?” I ask, taking a spot at the counter. Jake pushes my plate in front of me along with a glass of ice-cold water.

Water. Fuck, I’ve been drinking so much water here.

And it has to be ice cold because it’s hot as hell here.

It’s like we’re constantly walking around flames with how much heat there is.

I thought I was used to the weather in the South from when I lived there growing up, but Texas heat is a whole other beast. I guzzle down the drink, smiling when Jake grabs the empty glass and fills it back up.

“Nothing really. Wanted to check on you both. You’ve been cooped away most of the weekend. Heh. Cooped away. Cooper.” He laughs, pointing at me, and I snicker back.

“We’re heading out to the lake. Jake rented a boat for a couple hours. Do you want to come?”

“Nah, I can’t intrude on your date today. Well, actually, I can, ’cause that sounds like fun.”

My eyes meet Jake’s over Peyton’s head, and he shakes his head slowly, smiling.

I know how important Peyton is to Jake and how inseparable they are.

Their friendship reminds me of mine and Taylor’s.

We barely go anywhere without one another.

Even her husband got used to my tagging along with everything.

Luckily, he had no problem with me, and we became great friends as well.

I want to do the same with Peyton. I want to become good friends with him, since I’m hoping I’ll be around him more, if I get my way.

Which is why I reached out to him this morning, already inviting him to the lake.

I told him I need a couple hours to plan something for Jake, so I need him to distract him once we’re done on the water.

He easily agreed and was over here in less than an hour.

I want to create an at-home date for Jake, and I’m hoping to ask him how he feels about me moving here.

It might seem fast to others, but we were together for years before, and we’ve spoken all day, every day since we reconnected.

I don’t want to be away from him much longer.

We’re both getting older, and at this stage in my life, I know what I want, and I know I want to be with him.

It’s easier for me to pack up my life and come here than it would be for him to leave everything he’s built here.

I set my sandwich down when the nerves start taking over. I know it’s going to be a lot, asking him if he’d be okay with me moving here. But I want to take the leap. I can only hope he wants to take the leap with me.

I’m putting the final touches on the table when the front door swings open and clicks shut. Wiping my sweaty hands on my shorts, I take a deep breath and then walk toward the front of the house.

“How was beer with Peyton?” I ask, walking up to Jake and wrapping my arms around his waist.

“It was fine. I feel bad that I left you alone for a couple hours,” he tells me, leaning down to kiss my lips.

We get lost in one another for a few moments, our tongues tangling together, my grip making a fist in the back of his shirt. Kissing him always feels like this: as though my body will float away, but his lips are grounding me to him. I pull away first, wanting to show him the dinner I made for us.

“I might have had an ulterior motive for having Peyton take you away.” Jake looks at me quizzically, and I grin brightly. “We planned for him to sweep you away for a couple of hours so that I could do this. Come on.”

I grab his hand, interlocking our fingers as I drag him down the hallway to the kitchen.

All the lights in the area are dimmed, and candles are lit and flickering on the table in front of us.

In the middle of the surface is a bowl of Caesar salad, and next to it are a couple steaks I seared, along with some baked potatoes and different toppings laid about.

“You did all this?”

“I did. I wanted to have a nice date night at home. So I might have gotten Peyton to help me,” I tell him sheepishly as he stares at the table.

“Thank you,” he says, still staring at the table. “No one has ever done something like this for me.” He turns around and pulls me into his embrace. “This is amazing and perfect. I love it. God, you’re so damn perfect for me.”

My body tingles at his praise, my body falling into him.

Fuck, I’m a slut for his praise. Any time he tells me how good I am or how perfect, I feel warm all over, and my dick gets instantly hard.

He wraps his arms around me tightly, then pulls me in for a long kiss.

I pull out one of the chairs, waiting for Jake to take a seat.

He pauses for a minute, then gives me another quick kiss before sitting down.

“Come on, let’s eat,” I tell him.

“God, this smells so good. You can never go wrong with steak.”

“I figured you would like that.” I take the seat across from him, and we start digging into the food. I pile my potato high with toppings and laugh when Jake does the same. “How was hanging out with Peyton?”

“Good. I missed you, though. Wanted to get back here as soon as I could.”

“I missed you, too, but um, I was hoping to talk to you about something important. I thought I could wait until we finished eating, but I can’t.”

“This sounds serious,” he says, putting his fork down on his plate.

“It kind of is? Like it’s important to me, and I’m hoping it’s important to you.”

“Hit me.”

“So, over the past couple weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.

And I completely get it if you say no or if you think it’s too soon.

But I can’t stop pondering about it, and I wanted to bring it up with you.

But please remember you can always tell me no or not now or even a ‘ hell no, that will never happen .’”

“Cooper, calm down and talk to me.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath and then blurt out, “I want to move here. I don’t have to move in with you, not right away. But I want to be here with you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can. I’m tired of only seeing you behind a screen. Yes, it’s really soon, but I know what I want.”

Wordlessly, Jake stands up and walks around the table to my side. He kneels in front of my chair, rubbing his hands on my thighs. “I spent the whole day trying to stop myself from asking if you would move here. I didn’t want you to have to give up your life for me.”

“I wouldn’t be giving up my whole life. I’ll be starting my life. With you. And yeah, I have my own practice there, but for the past few days I thought about how easy it would be to start one here.”

“You’d really do that? Wait, no, what am I saying? I can’t ask you to do that, Cooper.”

“You’re not asking.” I shrug my shoulders, smiling.

Grabbing both sides of his face, I hold him in place as I say clearly, “This is what I want. I want to be with you. For the rest of our lives. We’ve already missed out on so much time together, and I don’t want to waste any more.

I know what I want; I’m just asking if that’s something that you would want, too.

For us to be together. I don’t have to move in or anything, not until you’re ready, but I don’t want to be apart from you anymore. ”

“I want that too. The not being apart anymore part.” He laughs loudly, his face still squished between my hands.

“I feel like the past month has been a whirlwind. From us reconnecting, to your deciding to move here. We’ve gone from zero to sixty in no time at all.

Is it weird that we’re considering this? ”

“Do you think it’s weird?” I ask the burning question, hoping he says no.

Yeah, to some, we’re probably moving way too fast. Hell, we only reconnected a month ago.

But, fuck, if I know anything, it’s that life is too short.

I missed out on living a life with him twenty years ago. I don’t want to do it again.

“Hell no, I don’t. I think it’s us. And we’re perfect.

I lost you twenty years ago; I’m not going to lose you again.

And I don’t want you living anywhere else except under my roof.

If you’re okay with that, it is. I want you to make this house a home.

It’s always felt like something was missing. You’re the piece that’s been missing.”

A tear slips down my cheek, and Jake brings up a hand to wipe it away. “Fuck, I’m so glad Taylor forced me to go to that reunion.”

“Yeah, we do have Taylor and Peyton to thank for us finding our way back to one another.”

“Just don’t tell them that,” I say, laughing when Jake nods his head.

“Can I take you to bed?”

“God, yes.”

I’ve already come twice, but Jake is still not letting up.

“Come on, baby. You’re always so damn good for me. Give me another one. I know you can,” he purrs, before sucking my cock back into his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, pulling on the rope that has my hands tied to the headboard.

When I first got here, Jake showed me his new collection of ties and rope that he wanted to try on me.

We’ve tried each item he’s shown me, but my favorite has to be the rope.

It’s not too soft, but it’s tough enough to leave a small mark on me whenever we’re done.

A tingle finally races down my spine, but before I can unleash in Jake’s mouth, he pulls off my cock, grinning up at me.

“You didn’t think I’d make it that easy, did you?” he asks, pushing my legs farther apart. “Fuck, I want back in this hole.”

“Get inside me then. Fuck me until I see stars.”

“God, baby. You’re so damn perfect for me; from your heart, to your words, to this hole of yours I want to spend the rest of my life in.”

Jake reaches his hand up, finding its place on my throat.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as he squeezes, a small moan trying to break free from my lips.

His hand doesn’t leave my neck as his dick finds its way to my entrance.

He slams inside at the exact moment that he squeezes my neck again.

“ Nghhh ,” is all I can manage to say as he fucks me within an inch of my life.

“So fucking good for me, Cooper. You’re so damn perfect, and all mine ,” he growls out the last word, then attacks my mouth with his.

Our kiss is a mess; teeth clashing, mouths banging against one another, and yet I still feel so much love between us. Yes, we’re fucking, oh hell, are we fucking. But it’s so much more than that. It’s the two of us becoming one. It’s the start of our future, the start of us.

My legs start to flex, and Jake realizes that I’m close once again.

He leans down to my ear and whispers, “So fucking beautiful for me. The way you’ve been able to hold on while I’ve had my way with you and edged you more than I’ve ever edged you before.

Your orgasm is going to feel so damn amazing, isn’t it, baby?

” I nod my head, goosebumps rising all over my body as he squeezes my throat again.

“Come for me, Cooper. I want you to come all over your stomach.”

He pounds into me twice more, and I’m done for. His hand quickly leaves my throat, finding my dick and stroking it roughly. Cum spurts out of my cock, ropes of it landing all over my belly.

Jake doesn’t give me a second to breathe before he’s crawling up my body and shoving his dick into my mouth. I breathe through my nose, hollowing my cheeks as he uses my mouth to find his pleasure. My hands are still tied to the headboard, so as much as I want to put my hands on him, I can’t.

He straddles my head while he holds onto the top of the headboard. He fucks into my mouth wildly, and my dick starts hardening again. What the hell? How am I getting hard again? I didn’t think I had it in me, but apparently, I was wrong.

Jake pulls out, giving me a few seconds to breathe before he shoves back in. “God, fuck, hell, Cooper. I love your goddamn mouth. You fucking like when I fuck your throat, don’t you, baby?” he growls, shoving his cock farther into my throat.

I try to nod my head as much as I can, but with his dick stuck in my throat, it’s kind of hard to move. Jake reaches down, untying the rope and letting my hands fall free. I quickly grab hold of his ass cheeks, holding him in place while he grinds against my lips.

“Just like that, Cooper. I’m so damn close. Swallow for me, baby. Let me feel that throat tightening against my cock.”

Doing what he says, I try to swallow around his cock, sighing in relief when his cum floods down my throat. Once he’s finished, he pulls out and shimmies down my body, resting his head on my stomach. “I love you,” I breathe, running my hands through his hair.

“I love you, too,” he whispers, closing his eyes, a blissful expression on his face.

Attending the reunion was the best decision I could have ever made. Reuniting with Jake, deciding to move here to be with him. For the first time in a very long time, I’m looking forward to what the future holds. A future with Jake.