Page 46 of Wrecked (McIntyre Security Bodyguard #16)

I melt when my husband tosses me over his shoulder and carries me into our room.

My head is spinning, partly because I’m hanging upside down over Cooper’s shoulder, but also because our wedding far surpassed my wildest dreams. The speech Cooper made in front of the entire room before he slipped my wedding band on my finger broke my heart, and healed it at the same time.

Cooper cups my face and kisses me with so much hunger my knees go weak. He pushes my tuxedo jacket off my shoulders, and then he grips the neckline of my shirt and rips it open, sending buttons flying everywhere.

I burst into laughter. “Cooper! We’re renting that shirt!”

“I’ll pay for it. If you don’t get these clothes off fast, I’ll be doing a lot more than damaging your shirt.”

I can tell by the heated look on his face he’s serious.

“Yes, sir,” I say with a grin as I release the last couple of buttons.

I make short work of my belt and trousers.

Apparently, I’m not moving fast enough, because Cooper pushes me back onto the bed, grasps the waistband of my trousers and underwear, and tugs them down my legs.

He pauses long enough to pull off my shoes before he finishes undressing me.

In seconds, I’m lying naked on the bed, my dick fully erect, while he’s still dressed in his tux. It’s hot as hell.

Cooper kneels on the bed, crouching over me, his palms flat on the mattress, one on each side of my head.

“I want you, Sam, and I’m not in the mood to be soft or gentle about it, unless that’s what you want.

If you want roses and sweet words, tell me now.

Otherwise—” He leans down and presses his open mouth to the side of my neck, alternately sucking and kissing me.

“Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you hard.”

My pulse is racing as I tilt my head to give him better access. I get so turned on when he’s like this. Aggressive. Demanding. I melt like butter beneath his heated gaze. I lay my hands on his broad chest. “I don’t want soft or gentle. I want you .”

Cooper’s face is flushed, and his nostrils flare as he breathes heavily.

He cups my face. “I love you, Sam. I meant it when I said I don’t deserve you, but now that I’ve got you, I’m never letting you go.

I will love you to the best of my ability, and I’ll do everything I can to be a good husband and make you happy. ”

Smiling, I gaze up at him through teary eyes. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met—when you asked me if I’d ever kissed a man. From that moment on, the only man I have wanted kissing me is you.”

Cooper kisses me then, his mouth hot and demanding on mine.

He bites gently on my lower lip. His tongue sweeps inside my mouth, licking at me, tasting me.

His lips travel down my neck to my chest. He teases my pierced nipples with gentle fingers and soft suckling until I’m squirming beneath him, moaning and whimpering as I beg for more.

Cooper continues down my body, tracing my abdominal muscles with the tip of his tongue, rimming my belly button, nibbling at my hip bones. He buries his nose at the base of my now aching, straining erection and growls.

His tongue swipes the entire length of my cock until he reaches the head, which he draws into his hot, wet mouth. I’m so excited, I know I’m leaking copious amounts. He uses that, plus his saliva, for lube.

He swallows me to the back of this throat, his muscles tightening on me, blissing me out.

He’s voracious, sucking, stroking, teasing me mercilessly.

When I grip his head, digging my fingers into his short, thick hair, he captures both of my wrists in one of his big hands and pins them to my belly.

Being physically restrained only heightens my arousal, and soon I’m squirming beneath him, begging for release.

I feel my balls tighten and draw up. Heat streaks down my spine. I’m close to coming, and he must know it, because suddenly he backs off. “Cooper!” I hiss, trying to keep my voice down. “Don’t you dare stop now!”

“Not yet, baby.” His deep voice is gruff with arousal, which only turns me on more. “We have all night ahead of us.”

Cooper releases my hands and rolls me onto my belly. He grips my head, holding it still, and proceeds to kiss the side of my neck. He trails kisses down my spine, teasing every nerve ending in my body. He growls as he palms an ass cheek, squeezes it, and takes a gentle bite.

When he rims my hole, delicious shivers streak up my spine. I press my face into the bedding to muffle my loud cries.

Surging up onto the bed, Cooper lies on me, covering me.

He nestles his erection between my ass cheeks, and even through his trousers, I can feel the length of him pressing between my ass cheeks, hinting at what’s about to come.

“Cooper,” I groan as I raise my ass, pressing against his hard length, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Growling at the teasing pressure against his cock, Cooper rolls off the bed. He quickly undresses before he disappears into the bathroom and returns a moment later with a bottle of lube and a towel. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”

He says that every time even though it’s unnecessary. He’s never too rough. He’s always the perfect amount of rough.

I hear the cap popping off the bottle of lube. A moment later, the mattress dips as he climbs on. He spreads my legs and kneels between them. A slippery finger glides into me, followed by a second. And soon he’s guiding himself to my opening.

As he slowly pushes inside me, I’m thinking, my husband is fucking me . My husband! “Oh, God,” I moan into the bedding. “Cooper.”

Once he’s fully seated, he lowers himself until his chest is pressed against my back.

The feeling of him covering me, pinning me down like this, is divine.

He’s moving now, thrusting, hitting my sweet spot so perfectly it’s mind blowing.

I swear the man can go forever. He fucks me until I’m a shaking, shivering, pleading mess.

When he’s near to coming, he rolls us to our sides so he can reach around me and jerk me off in time to his thrusts.

He comes first, shooting his load into me, and a heartbeat later, I’m seeing stars as I come right along with him.

We lie like that for a good while. My heart is pounding, and my lungs are desperate for air. He feels the same based on his ragged breathing.

Cooper kisses the back of my head, and then my shoulder. “Husband,” he says, making my belly quiver.

After we clean up, we crawl under the bedding to sleep. Cooper spoons me from behind and wraps his arm around my waist. I’ve gotten used to the way he holds me against his body while we sleep. It’s almost as if he’s afraid he’ll wake up one morning to find me gone.

I guess his fears aren’t entirely unfounded. That’s basically what happened the morning after Beth and Shane’s wedding.

I still feel bad about leaving Chicago—leaving him —back then, but what else could I have done? We were at an impasse. I had to do something to shake him up.

“Good night, baby,” he says as he presses his face into my hair. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I rest my arm on his and link our fingers together. He’s not the only one holding on for dear life.

I meant it when I told Beth this man owns me, body and soul.

* * *

The next morning, we shower, dress, and head downstairs to the great room, where the tables and chairs are set up again so there’s seating room for everyone who stayed over last night. Most everyone did.

When we enter the room, we’re greeted with cheers and applause. I know I’m smiling like a fool when Cooper takes me by the hand and leads me to a table where my mom and sister are already seated.

After he sits me down, Cooper goes to the kitchen to offer to help with breakfast, but Shane’s housekeeper, Elly, shoos him right back out. Apparently, she already has Bridget and Ingrid assisting her, as well as her husband, George.

Breakfast is a huge buffet served on a long table set against one wall.

We help ourselves to a massive variety of food—everything from eggs cooked in every way imaginable, sausage, bacon, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal, toast, and a variety of muffins.

We fill our plates and then return to our tables to eat.

While Mom is busy asking Cooper about his role at McIntyre Security, Rachel butters a warm blueberry muffin and asks me, “So, do you know Troy very well?”

I shrug. “Pretty well. He’s Shane’s attorney. He’s the company’s attorney, too. He’s also Shane’s friend. So, yeah. I see him a lot. Why?”

Rachel blushes as she examines her muffin. “No reason. I was just curious.”

“I saw you dancing with him last night.”

She shrugs. “I danced with a lot of people last night. It wasn’t a big deal.”

I’m thinking it’s a bigger deal than she’s letting on. After all, he’s the only one she’s asked about. “He’s single, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Speak of the devil, Troy walks into the room and fills a plate for himself.

It’s the first time I’ve seen him in anything other than a three thousand dollar Armani suit.

The guy has to be loaded. This morning, he’s dressed casually in dark gray trousers, a tucked-in white Henly shirt, a black leather belt, and black loafers. Mr. GQ.

Troy glances our way, and I’m about to invite him to join us when Shane calls his name and motions for him to join his table.

I glance at Rachel, who quickly looks away.

“I can find out if he’s seeing anyone special,” I say. I think back to the evening Cooper and I saw Troy at Tavern on Rush . He was dining with a woman that evening, but she could have been a work colleague.

“No, no, that’s fine.” Rachel takes a sip of her coffee. “Don’t bother.”

After we’re done eating, Rachel invites me and Cooper to go for a walk outside. She says there’s something she wants to talk to us about.

The three of us stroll down the path that leads to a private beach.

“I know you two would like to start a family,” she says. “I’d like to help you do that.”

Cooper and I stand there, not sure what she’s getting at.

“What I’m suggesting,” she says, “is that I would be a surrogate for you. I’d be happy to donate an egg, if you want me to—or you could use someone else’s egg—and I would be inseminated with Cooper’s sperm.

If you use my egg, the child would be biologically related to both of you.

Cooper would be the biological father, and since Sam is related to me, he’d also be biologically related to the child. ”

Cooper and I look at each other, both of us dumbfounded. I never, in a million years, dreamed my sister would suggest this.

“Rach,” I say.

“That’s incredibly generous of you, Rachel,” Cooper says. “Are you sure?”

“Believe me, I’ve thought it through,” she says. “I’ve talked it over with Mom, and she supports me in this. The bottom line is we both want you to have a family, and I think this is the way to do it. Unless you’d prefer adoption.”

“We’ve discussed both,” Cooper says. “And ultimately, we’d like to do both.”

The idea of having Cooper’s biological child is a no-brainer for me. “I’m all for it,” I say. “But Rach, are you sure?”

Her eyes tear up as she nods. “I’m sure. I want to do this for you two. I’d want to be involved in the baby’s life, if that’s all right. In fact, I’d be willing to move to Chicago to be near you all.”

“We’d need to investigate the legalities of this,” Cooper says. “We’d need to make sure everything is spelled out, all the responsibilities.”

“I’m sure Troy could help us with this,” I say. I throw my arms around my sister and hug her tightly. Rachel’s always been here for me. She’s always supported me and cheered me on my entire life. But this? This is a whole new level of support. And sacrifice .

Cooper wraps his arms around both of us, and we hold each other for a long time.

“You guys think about it,” Rachel says, her voice thick with emotion.

“Think about it really long and hard. I mean, you could go with a surrogate who’s a complete stranger and doesn’t want to be involved in the child’s life.

But I would want to be involved, so if you want me, you’d have to include me in your life.

If you decide you want to do it, let me know. ”

* * *

That night, as we lie in our own bed back home, I ask Cooper, “So, what do you think?”

He rubs my bare back for a while before answering. “Well, to be honest, I want to do it, but I’m concerned for Rachel. This feels like it’s too much to ask.”

“Yeah, me too. But she offered. I don’t think she offered this lightly. Knowing my sister, she’s thought it through.”

“Our baby would probably look like you,” Cooper says. He brushes a kiss over my forehead. “I’d love a red-headed child.”

“Let’s tell her yes,” I say. “Please.”

Cooper nods. “All right. Let’s talk to her.”

That night, I fall asleep feeling grateful for every step—and misstep—in my life that brought me to the place I am now.

To this man.

To this life.

And to possibilities I only dreamed of.