Page 26 of Wrecked (McIntyre Security Bodyguard #16)

“She sent Beth pictures of Shane and herself when they were dating. I didn’t see them myself, but based on Beth’s reaction, they must have been bad. I thought for a minute Beth was going to pass out. And Erin freaked when she saw them.”

“Try not to worry,” Cooper says. “Hopefully this is the end of it.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “That woman is batshit crazy. The good news is, Shane and Beth bought their wedding bands this afternoon. The ceremony will take place in a couple weeks at Shane’s estate in Kenilworth. It looks like we’re all invited.”

“I’d better be invited.” Cooper chuckles. “I’m officiating.”

“What! I’m sleeping with a preacher?”

Cooper rolls his eyes at me. “No. Sorry to disappoint you, but anyone can apply for a license to officiate weddings in Illinois.”

Cooper shoves the coffee table out of the way and drops onto his knees on the carpet in front of me.

“What’re you doin’?” I ask.

“I should think that’s rather obvious.” Cooper begins to slowly and methodically unfasten my jeans. When I try to help him, he swats my hands aside. “I’m going to give you something to think about, other than Luciana Morelli.”

I grin. “Ooh, I like that idea. You promised you’d give me a hickey where no one can see it.”

“Trust me, I plan to.”

Cooper works my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, and no farther, thanks to my boots. He’s too impatient to remove them. “Hands behind your head.”

His bossy tone.

Swoon.

“Yes, sir,” I breathe. I’m a little bit drunk, although two beers tonight couldn’t have done that. Maybe I’m drunk on love. “Are you going to suck my cock, Danny?”

He hates it when I call him that. “It’s Daniel, if you must. Or, just Dan. Only my mother called me Danny.”

I’m shocked. He’s never mentioned his parents. Anytime I’ve asked about them—or anything about his childhood—he abruptly changes the subject. It’s clearly a sore spot with him.

Cooper shoves my knees apart. “And, yes, Samuel , I’m going to suck your cock.”

That makes me laugh. “The only one who calls me Samuel is my mom when she’s mad at me. But you can call me anything you want as long as you put your mouth on me.”

Cooper leans in close, nuzzling my groin and burying his nose at the base of my dick. He groans. Then he surprises me when he starts sucking hard on the tender skin of my inner thigh. It takes me a hot minute to realize he’s giving me a hickey, just like he promised—where no one can see it.

I release my hands and bury my fingers in Cooper’s hair.

I’m getting harder by the second, as if having him sucking on my thigh is making all the blood drain down into my dick.

With each pull of his lips on my skin, I feel a pulse travel the length of my erection.

“If you keep that up, you’re gonna make me come. ”

“No, you’re not,” he says, lifting his face. His lips are red and shiny wet. “You’re going to come down my throat.”

His words make me ache.

He wraps his fingers around the base of my erection.

Groaning, I throw my head back onto the cushion behind me.

When he licks the head of my cock, swiping up my pre-cum with this tip of his tongue, the sound that comes out of me sounds an awful lot like a whimper.

Cooper chuckles. “You like that?”

“You know I do.” My voice sounds half strangled. When Cooper focuses his attention on me like this, I melt into a needy puddle. And he likes me needy.

He takes me into his mouth then, all the way to the back of his throat, and I start moaning.

He pulls back, then slides me back down.

His nimble fingers and tongue join in the action, and soon I’m a quivering mess completely at his mercy.

He’s diabolical as he takes me higher and higher, closer and closer.

My thighs are shaking. My belly clenches hotly.

My balls draw up tight and warm. “Cooper! I—it’s—I’m—”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“I’m so close.”

He gently massages my ball sac. “Yes, you are.”

He runs his tongue up my length, circles the head, then draws the tip into his hot, wet mouth. When he swallows me to the back of his throat, I can’t help myself—I start thrusting into his mouth.

He makes encouraging sounds and unintelligible noises in the back of his throat, urging me on.

One of his hands cups my balls while the other slips up to tweak my nipple. He teases my piercing, sending shivers of pleasure streaking down my spine, right down my shaft.

With little warning, I see stars as I come. He swallows down every bit as he plays with my nipple.

“Cooper, please!” It’s more of a plea than anything else.

“Please, what, baby?” he asks, his voice even lower than usual. He’s as aroused as I am.

“Take me to bed and fuck me.”

* * *

Later that night, after he’d thoroughly and deliciously pounded my ass, I lie boneless in his arms, my head resting beside his on the pillow.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks quietly as he trails kisses down the side of my face, continuing down my neck.

“No.” I’m so exhausted, my bones are liquified. “It was perfect.”

As I’m dozing off, I feel a warm, rhythmic pressure on the side of my neck.

“What are you doing?” I ask, barely able to form coherent words.

“I’m marking you.”

“Another hickey?”

“Yes.”

I can barely keep my eyes open. “But people will see it.”

“I don’t care. I want every man who looks at you to know you’re taken.”

I know this is a bad idea, but I’m too sleepy to protest. I fall asleep with Cooper’s mouth on my skin, leaving his mark. I have no idea how I’ll explain this to others tomorrow, but right now, I don’t care.

At least here in the dark, he’s willing to claim me.

Emotions and need swamp me as tears prick my eyes. I remind myself, no matter what, don’t say I love you.

I couldn’t bear to say it to him, if he’s not going to say it back.