Page 13 of Wrecked (McIntyre Security Bodyguard #16)

If someone asked me what my fantasy man is, I’d say he’s standing right here in front of me. Cooper makes me weak in the knees. He makes me want things—things only he can do to me.

Cooper sits me on the side of the bed, and I watch as he removes his shoes and shucks off his clothing.

My God, his body—tan skin, sculpted muscles, a torso that makes me ache to taste every inch of him.

He’s a man’s man, with hair on his chest and thick veins running down his arms. His thick, veiny cock is fully erect, gorgeous, with a broad head that makes my mouth water.

My muscles clench tightly at the thought of that beautiful erection pushing into me, filling me.

I watch as he opens the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom packet. I’m glad at least one of us is being responsible tonight. I swear, if he wanted to go bareback, I wouldn’t say no. I don’t think I could ever tell this man no.

Cooper steps in front of me, between my legs, and cups my face. He gazes down at me with a heat that sends all my blood south.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, his voice low and guttural.

Cooper brushes his thumbs over my cheeks, over my lips, then up over my eyebrows. His fingers sink into my hair, his blunt nails digging into my scalp and sending a shiver down my spine. “I want you,” he says.

All I can do is nod. I don’t think I could form a coherent sentence right now if I tried.

“I want to fuck you. Are you good with that?”

“Yes, sir.” My response isn’t even a conscious one. It just comes out.

His slight smile turns into a frown. “This has nothing to do with work, or our working relationship. This is personal. You got that?”

As I’m about to reply, he slips one of his thumbs into my mouth, instantly short-circuiting my brain. The only response I can think of is gah . All I can do is nod.

“Look, kid, I want to be upfront and crystal clear with you. I’m not looking for a relationship . I don’t date . I fuck , and that’s it. We do this, it’s a one-time thing, and then we’re done. Got it? Don’t expect anything more after this. Are we on the same page?”

I swallow hard, and I feel like I’m about to choke on my Adam’s apple. His words go in one ear and out the other. I hear what he’s saying, but right now I don’t care. All I can think about is his thumb in my mouth—and another part of his body that I want inside me, too.

I close my lips around his thumb and start sucking, because fuck! I want to suck on something. I want to please him. I want to blow his mind. I want him to want me as badly as I want him.

Groaning, Cooper shakes his head. “You are too much. I know this is a really bad idea, but I can’t seem to help myself. Scoot back on the bed.”

I do as he says, inching up on the mattress until my head hits a pillow.

Cooper kneels between my legs and looms over me, caging me in. “You’ve done this before, right?”

I nod, and before I can speak, he leans down and kisses me.

His mouth is hungry and demanding, nudging my lips apart and slipping his tongue in my mouth.

He strokes my tongue, then draws it into his mouth to suck.

The way he devours my mouth takes my breath away.

He bites my bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make me groan.

He kisses his way down my jawline to my chest. He licks one nipple, and it feels so damn good I whimper, arching my back for a firmer contact.

His mouth moves to my other nipple, and he gives it the same treatment.

As he trails kisses down my torso to my belly, and lower, I’m struggling to drag in enough air.

I’m so hard, I ache. He takes hold of my erection, wrapping his fingers around me. His palm brushes the tip, picking up pre-cum and painting the head with it. He adds a bit of his own lubrication, slicking me up so he can stroke me easily.

As Cooper runs his fist up and down my length, he studies my expression closely, gauging my reaction.

God, it feels so good. I fist the sheet beneath me, moaning and groaning like a teenager experiencing his first time. My back arches off the mattress as I thrust harder into his grip.

He strokes me roughly, so good it hurts, and just as I feel myself close to coming, my balls drawing up tight, he slows his hand.

“Ahhh!” I’m so damn close!

“Not yet, baby,” he says, his voice more gentle now. “Not so fast.”

He runs a hand up and down my torso, across my pecs. He tweaks one nipple and then the other, teasing my piercings and making me squirm. He leans down and whispers in my ear. “I’m dying to know what you taste like.”

I cry out when he draws my erection into his hot, wet mouth. One hand grips the base of my cock as he fucks me with his mouth. I stare mesmerized at the sight of my dick disappearing into his mouth as he deep throats me. “Oh, God.”

I swear I hear a low rumble coming from him. Whether it’s a quiet laugh or he’s just pleased, I don’t know.

And again, I swear, as soon as I’m near to coming, he backs off. “You are determined to give me blue balls,” I say.

He just smiles as he sits back on his haunches between my open legs.

I suck in a breath when I feel his finger reaching low between my thighs.

He rims my hole. His finger is slick from stroking me, and he uses it to test me, slipping it in just a little bit to gauge my reaction. At least he’s a considerate lover.

When I relax my muscles, his finger slides all the way inside with little resistance. It slides out just as easily. He pushes a finger inside me again, stroking my insides.

God, it feels so damn good.

One finger is soon joined by a second as he slowly opens me, preparing my body for his. And then his fingers are gone, and he changes position, rising up on his knees and leaning closer.

Cooper picks up the bottle of lube, flips the cap up, and dribbles some down my crack. Then he rolls a condom onto his erection and coats it with lube.

“If at any time you tell me to stop, I will,” he says. “Got it?”

I nod. “What, no safeword?” I chuckle.

He rolls his eyes. “Tell me you understand, Sam. I want to hear it.”

“Yeah, I got it.” Sir. God, he makes me feel like a teenager all over again.

Apparently, he’s satisfied with my response. He takes hold of his erection and rubs it between my legs, sliding easily through the lube. “I fuck hard, but I don’t want to hurt you. If I do, say something.”

My voice is hardly recognizable when I eke out a weak response. “Yeah.”

I suck in a breath and force my muscles to relax when he fists himself and guides the tip to my hole. Anticipation makes my heart slam into my ribs. I try to relax. I want this so bad I can’t stand it.

I gasp when the head of his cock pushes into me.

I’ve seen him, so I know he’s a lot to take—certainly more than I’ve ever had before.

He rises up on his knees and leans closer, slowly driving himself deeper.

I feel the bite of the stretch, followed by a sweet burn that steals my breath.

I press my lips tightly together to keep from letting him know.

The last thing I want is for him to stop or pull out.

“God, yes,” I groan, letting him know I’m on board. I’m with him. “More, please.”

Cooper watches my face carefully as he works himself in and out, sliding deeper each time. Out again, then back in.

When he’s all the way in, his groin flush with my ass, he groans, the sound low and harsh. “Holy fuck, kid,” he growls.

Cooper surprises me when he pulls out and turns me over onto my hands and knees. His body looms over my back as he slowly sinks back in and starts thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

He fills me so perfectly I grimace and bite back a whimper. The fullness, the stretch, even the burn blows my mind. As he thrusts in and out, each time dragging the head of his cock against my prostate, I see stars and my thighs begin to shake. “Fuck! Cooper!”

He picks up speed, thrusting harder and faster, each time hitting my prostate and driving up my arousal. I’m pretty sure he’s going to make me come like this.

Sure enough, he reaches underneath me, wraps a hand around my cock, and jerks me off. As my body is already primed for him, I come quickly, shooting thick ribbons of cum onto the sheet.

My thighs are shaking, as are my arms. As he thrusts forcefully against me, his thighs hitting mine, skin slapping skin, I lose my balance and fall forward onto my belly.

He follows me down without missing a beat, draping his body over mine, as he grinds into me, pushing deep.

His harsh breath rasps in my ear as he sucks in air.

Cooper gathers my wrists in one hand and pins them tightly to the pillow above my head.

As he thrusts into me, his grip on my wrists tightens as he uses his hold on me for leverage.

I feel utterly pinned by him, trapped beneath him, and it’s such a fucking turn-on.

He’s grasping my wrists so tightly, my hands are going numb.

As his hold on my wrists tightens, I moan.

“Fuck, Sam!” Close to coming, he growls my name against my mouth. “So fucking good. God, baby, it’s so fucking good.”

My lips cling to his. I’m desperate for his touch, for his every word.

It’s all too much—the sounds he makes, his harsh breaths on my cheek.

He releases my wrists and fists my manbun instead.

The way he controls my body, wringing every drop of pleasure from me, and taking his own, blows my mind.

I knew it would be like this with him. I knew it!

Whatever he wants, he can have. I give myself to him freely. I never imagined I’d come here to Chicago for a new job and end up finding the man of my dreams.

When Cooper comes, I feel his cock bucking inside me as he ejaculates over and over.

He continues to thrust, gently now, as if eking out every last bit of pleasure.

When it stops, he rests on me, crushing me into the mattress, but I don’t mind one bit.

I could lie like this forever, all night long. I don’t ever want to separate from him.

Finally, with a long, drawn-out groan, he carefully withdraws and moves to sit on the side of the bed. I turn over to watch as he removes the condom and ties off the end.

“You okay?” he asks gruffly.

“Yeah. More than okay.” I reach out to stroke his hot, sweaty back. He’s still breathing hard. I want to tell him to come back to me, lie down with me. I want him to hold me. I need to be close to him.

I envision the two of us sleeping all night in this big bed, wrapped in each other’s arms, our legs entwined. Maybe we can go a second round later after he catches his second wind. In the morning, we can sneak down to my apartment before Shane and Beth get home and grab some breakfast.

Cooper sighs heavily as he scrubs his hand over his trim beard. When he says, “It’s getting late. You should go,” it’s like he threw ice water in my face.

“What? You want me to go?” It’s only eleven. I feel like I’ve been kicked in the gut.

“Yeah.” His voice drops an octave. “I can’t risk Beth and Shane coming back early and finding you here. You understand, right?”

“Yeah, sure.” No, I don’t fucking understand!

I slip off the foot of the bed and scramble madly to find my clothes and pull them on. There’s a deafening roaring in my ears, and my fight-or-flight response has been triggered.

Definitely flight.

I can’t get out of here fast enough.

He rattles off the code for the private penthouse elevator. “You can take it down to your floor. I figure you’ll need the number pretty soon as you’ll probably be coming here soon enough to pick up or drop off Beth. Just remember, don’t say anything about us. She doesn’t know.”

His supposed adopted daughter doesn’t even know he’s gay? Damn, he’s so deep in the closet, not even this girl he supposedly cares so much about knows the truth about him.

Not bothering with my socks, I shove my feet into my shoes and head for the elevator, not stopping for a second to tell him goodnight or goodbye or even Thanks for the fuck; have a nice life .

On the ride down to my floor, I’m painfully aware of the fact my ass is burning. I can almost still feel him inside me. He was a lot to take, and I didn’t mind at the time, but now I see everything in a different light.

He was transparent, I’ll give him that. He never once lied to me or promised more than he was willing to give. I can’t accuse him of that.

No, he was upfront about it.

I was the stupid fool who thought—hell, I don’t know what I thought. That we’d connected so beautifully he’d surely change his mind? That he’d fuck me and think, Wow, this guy is amazing! I want more with him .

No, he was honest, and I was a stupid-ass fool.

I inhale deeply through my nose and exhale through my mouth, over and over, as I try to keep myself from puking.

Because I feel sick.

And dirty.

And used.

He couldn’t get me out of there fast enough.

He never once lied to me. I can’t accuse him of that. I was just too gullible to listen to what he was saying.