Page 38 of Covet (The Red #3)
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Elle
Listen to Fire for You
by Cannons
I hoped the dark and flashing lights hid my face.
I knew I was smiling. It was hard not to when I was around Noah.
Even though I was a wreck at the idea we’d be hurting the people we love, I’d decided to savor this night in all its perfection.
Already, the edges blurred in a soft welcome since I’d taken the pills Coop had passed around.
My body responded to the music and Noah’s closeness.
I burned inside for release, so I chased it in cocktails and dancing free and wild.
“You’re high,” Noah said with a laugh, tugging at my hair. “How much did you take?”
“Just one. How come you passed?”
His secret smile made my heart burst. “High enough right now.”
I opened my mouth to give a flirty answer but suddenly Coop was behind me. He wrapped his arms around me in a possessive gesture, swaying to the music. “Hey, baby. Want another drink?”
I tried to subtly pull away but he wouldn’t let me. “No, thanks, I’m good.”
His lips pressed against the sensitive curve of my neck—my weak spot.
Coop scraped his teeth across my flesh, gripping my hips, and a shot of arousal blasted through me.
Noah took a few steps back with a tight expression.
“Noah? How come you’re not indulging tonight?
I understand Daisy’s gotta watch out because of the drug tests, but damn, man, you deserve it. ”
Noah forced a laugh. “Relying on the liquor, dude. Speaking of which, I’m gonna get a refill from the bar.”
I watched him walk away and Coop spun me around to face him. “Come on, dance with me, baby. You look so hot tonight and I’ve missed you.”
He led me onto the floor. As usual, his hands were all over me, but I was too far gone to fight it.
Tonight, was our last real night to be together.
Causing a scene now wouldn’t help, and my brain was already too foggy to make sense of anything.
I threw myself into the music, sinking deeper into my dream world, while Coop expertly moved me around the dance floor.
Max joined in with Gabby and I noticed there was some type of weird sexual energy pulsing around them, but was too far gone to hang onto the thought.
Finally, I stumbled off in search of the bathroom.
“I’ll get water and meet you back there,” Coop said.
I nodded. The line was long, as usual, and I watched as girls snuck into the men’s room instead, giggling maniacally.
I tried to be good, but I was going to pee my pants, so I did the same thing.
I pushed my way into a coveted stall, past a couple snorting coke, and did my business, groaning in relief.
When I opened the door, most of the line was gone, and now there were other people joining in on the drug party, while two girls made out in the corner, practically humping each other without care.
I washed my hands quick, sneaking a glance over as one of the girls hiked her hand up the other’s skirts. A sexy moan echoed. I grew hot and achy, nipples tight, and wished I could get myself off somehow. Damn drugs were doing a number on me.
Blinking hard, I headed toward the exit.
Until Coop appeared in my vision. His slow, sexy grin held an intent I would’ve normally recognized, but it wasn’t until he deliberately took my hand and pulled me back into the stall that I realized what was happening.
“Hey, dude, we were next!” a shout came out.
“Give me three minutes,” Coop yelled back, laughing as he pushed me in the stall and locked the door.
I shook my head and tried to focus. “What are you doing?” I mumbled. “I’m done.”
“Not yet, baby. Not until I make you come.”
I had no time to react before Coop picked me up, pressing my back against the wall. Holding me easily with one hand, he undid his pants and slammed his mouth over mine.
The kiss was full of confident greed and usually perfect for what I wanted from him.
But now, with the intimacy of Noah’s kisses, I was caught off balance.
I’d created this need for sex with Coop in public places, thinking it made us closer.
I’d believed orgasms and adrenalin rushed games was good for our relationship. Now? I saw so much more for myself.
But with Coop’s tongue teasing mine, and his fingers dipping into my wet pussy, my
intention to pull away faded under my sudden need to get off. “Wait, Coop, we’re in the bathroom. We can’t.”
“No one cares, baby. Do you think you can be quiet? ‘Cause there’s a long line out there that want to see you come all over my dick and scream.” His dirty words whispered against me as he played with my clit made me moan, even as I desperately tried to tell him no.
“No, I don’t think—oh, God.” His mouth swallowed my moans as he finger fucked me with all his skill, knowing exactly how to play my body.
Before I knew it, his dick was sliding in my pussy and I was a goner.
He slammed into me and with every bang, there was a chorus of shouts and clapping, as everyone pretty much knew what was happening.
He gave it to me hard and fast, and in seconds, I was coming, biting my lip and arching against him as I rode the waves.
Coop grunted as he finished, his kiss gentling.
“God, you’re hot as fuck,” he whispered, slowly dropping me back to the ground.
He yanked up his pants and put himself together. “Love you, babe. See you out there.”
Then he was gone.
I heard the catcalls as he walked out.
Dear God, what had I done?
I shuddered even as I recognized Coop hadn’t done anything wrong. No, I was the bad one. I’d been weak, using Coop for an orgasm I wanted desperately with Noah. And now, I felt as if I’d betrayed all of us by my weakness.
I adjusted my clothing with shaky fingers.
Dragged in a deep breath.
And let myself out of the stall.