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  “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck,” she panted when he found it, the speed of her movements getting considerably faster.

  Sweat prickled over his skin. He wanted to be doing so much more to her, for her, but he was caught up in the way she was riding him hard and steady, eyes closed, her gasps becoming deep moans.

  “Bree,” he groaned, the one word a warning as his balls pulled up tight.

  Her eyes opened and focused on him. “Yes, come,” she said, taking his hand and moving it from her belly to her breast. “Let me watch you come.”

  But…

  She came down hard on him and rolled her hips in a wide circle. The muscles in her stomach rippled as she tightened the hold she had on him with her pussy. Her thighs flexed as she rode up again, angling her body toward him more, moving her hands to the back of the chair.

  “Let go, Cooper. Show me how you let go.” She was watching him intently, her eyelids dropped to half-mast over her big, dark eyes. “Come for me,” she said, coming down on him with a quick snap of the hips.

  He didn’t have a choice. He came, stars bursting in his peripheral vision and teeth grinding together so hard he thought he might have loosened a few in the process. And when he thought he was about to catch his breath she squeezed. His hand come down on her ass with a loud smack and he felt her answering laugh ripple through him from where her little cunt held him tight all the way through his body.

  After a moment he held the bottom of the condom and helped her slide off him. Then he wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest, drawing in deep breaths of air filled with the scent of sex and sweat and her skin.

  “All right, I confess,” she murmured, head on his shoulder and lips lightly touching his neck. “This might have been a seduction scene.”

  He laughed, one hand exploring the curve of her hip, the other burying itself under the back of her hair. “The umbrella was a decoy, wasn’t it?”

  “Did it work?”

  “For a minute.” He kissed her temple. “I never lost hope, though.”

  “You didn’t have to wait long, did you?” She peeled his left arm free and pushed back his sleeve to look at his watch. “You’ve been here, what? Twenty minutes?”

  “Nah. It’s been at least half an hour.”

  She sat up and unbuttoned the cuff, eyes downcast.

  “Oh good. That makes a world of difference.”

  Was she actually blushing after what had just happened? Man, she was adorable in the sexiest way possible.

  “Bree, that’s been building since the night of the storm for me. Maybe longer.”

  She got the button on the second cuff open and helped him out of his shirt. Her eyes were so wide, so innocent when she finally looked up at him.

  She ran her hands over his chest. “I don’t know what it is,” she said, shifting on his lap. “You kiss me and I lose my mind. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

  He slid the cake and the centerpiece on her table to a far corner, wrapped his arms around her and stood.

  “It’s good to know it’s not just me then,” he told her, sitting her on the edge of the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight as they kissed.

  She hadn’t come when he had and he knew it. She’d given him one of the best orgasms of his life in no time flat and hadn’t taken any for herself.

  Cooper wanted to give it to her, and he wanted to give it to her in a big way.

  Without breaking the connection he had to her mouth, he pulled his jeans back up but didn’t button them. She made a small noise of protest and moved to push him back. With hand lightly holding her jaw and the other supporting her, he broke free of her mouth. She protested with an indignant “Hey” but let him lay her back on the table.

  “Now that is what I call a birthday present,” he said, smiling as he took in the sight she made—long curls in a mess around her head, legs spread open for him, her full tits with their dark nipples hard for him.

  He couldn’t help himself, he ran his hands up the entire length of her body, indulgently squeezing those tits and making her taut belly flex in the process. She stretched her arms above her head and gave him the smallest of knowing smiles.

  “And it’s all for you, big boy,” she told him with a little laugh.

  His cock stirred. Getting her where he wanted to take her without taking more for himself might be a challenge.

  He stuck his finger in the frosting on the cake and touched it to her bottom lip, then stretched his body over hers and sucked it off. “Chocolate-covered Bree,” he observed, liking the way her mouth stayed open as though she was waiting for him to kiss her again. “The finest delicacy known to man.”

  Her tongue stroked her lip as though she was looking for remnants so he stuck his finger in the rich chocolate and slipped his finger into her mouth. She watched his reaction as she sucked hard. The groan that came out of him was unlike any sound he’d ever heard himself make before.

  He dipped his finger again and swiped it along her neck, then removed it with a slow lick. She slid her hands into his hair and sighed. He went for the frosting once more and painted both of her nipples with it. The grip she had on his hair tightened and her legs came up and tried to pull him close. He made sure he got every single speck of sweetness off both, then went back and double-checked his work.

  He caught the leg of a chair with his foot and brought it around, dropped a bigger finger-full into her bellybutton and watched with the stiffness in his cock growing to aching as she sucked the remnants off his fingers again. He sat and went to work licking the chocolate out of her navel and she propped her arms under her head to watch. Then he lifted her legs and rested her feet on his shoulders in case she had any doubts about where he was heading after he was finished with her stomach.

  Cooper slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. One arm came alongside her body so he could cradle her breast, toy languidly with the nipple that got even tighter when he rolled it gently between his fingers. The fingers of his other hand touched the swollen, heated folds of her pussy and her head dropped to the table with a thump. He chuckled into her bellybutton and looked up as he wet his fingers and made wide, light circles around her sex, brushing against her clit with each pass.

  She whispered his name when he began a slow path down her stomach with his mouth. Her fingers found his hair again when he licked her from the sensitive skin between her openings, dipped his tongue inside the slippery sweetness of her little cunt and stroked through her folds and over her clit.

  He did it again and she murmured a choked-sounding, “Oh shit.”

  Again and the washboard of her stomach tightened as she lifted her head to watch through those dreamy bedroom eyes of hers.

  “You sure…you don’t…oh Jesus…want more…gah…” She stopped trying to talk and her head fell back again when he planted a sucking kiss on just the right spot.

  “Were you going to say chocolate?” he asked, amused.

  She nodded and her back arched up off the table as he applied direct pressure to her tight little bundle of nerves with a slick finger.

  “Really, Bree,” he said in a mildly admonishing tone. “There are some places chocolate just doesn’t belong.” He slipped his finger inside of her and flicked her with his tongue, making the muscles in her thighs twitch. “Some things taste perfect just the way they are,” he told her, pushing a second finger into her and sucking on her harder.

  He could get addicted to the way she sighed his name when he was doing something she liked, he thought distractedly, the tip of his tongue making teasing circles that were in turn making her moan. Her hands left his hair and he watched them travel slowly up over her belly to her breasts. One covered his and showed him how hard she wanted him to squeeze her while the other did the job itself.

  He suctioned his mouth over her and flicked harder. She arched again and started to pant. Her legs fell open for him and he chuckled, which made her gasp with a high-pitche
d little squeak.

  Cooper took his time, pushing her close to the edge and then backing off to the point she was just about to catch her breath. When he was ready, he braced his hands behind her knees, spread her open wide, covered her with his mouth and used a more deliberate kind of pressure to send her over the edge.

  Her hands slapped onto the table, then gripped his hair, then slapped the table again. Her head came up, the look on her face wild as she watched him through eyes that didn’t seem focused, her entire body twitching until she fell back again. Her hips rocked and she cried out as she came. His cock, unbelievably hard and straining against the confines of his jeans, throbbed with the need for the same release.

  He kept his mouth on her until her legs fell open and her body went limp. She wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged, so he released her and stood, propping himself on his elbows on the table top as he lay over her hot, sweaty little body.

  “Please tell me you have another condom,” she whispered.

  He got the other two he’d brought out of his pocket and showed them to her.

  “You clever man,” she said with a smile that caused his heart to skip and erratic beat. “I vote we go to my room now and make good use of them.”

  “I second that motion.” He kissed her. “Hold on to me.”

  He stood with her wrapped tight around him and navigated to her bedroom looking over her shoulder as she did something to his ear with her tongue that made him stagger a couple of times. When he bumped the door all the way open, he found there were candles burning in her room as well.

  He stopped walking and she raised her head.

  “You weren’t kidding about the seduction scene.”

  “No more than you’re kidding when you kiss me,” she said with a smile.

  No, he was not kidding when he kissed her, because it had the same effect on him that it did her. The moment they touched he didn’t want to stop.

  Cooper laid her on the bed and shucked his jeans and underwear at the same time. She watched him, eyes hungry and mouth slightly open, as he rolled the second condom onto his cock, as hard as if he hadn’t already come once that night.

  She crab-walked to the middle of the bed and he crawled over her until she lay back and reached for him. He braced his weight on his elbows and held her head in his hands, both of them letting out a deep groan as their bodies reconnected much less urgently, but with no less need.

  They found a slow, easy rhythm, rocking their hips to meet each other, him burying himself just a little deeper with each thrust, the heat building on itself slowly. They kissed. They watched their bodies coming together. Her fingers found places on his body that pushed him closer to the edge—his nipples, his earlobes, the tip of his tailbone.

  When urgency got the better of them and he was slamming into her, her body writhing beneath him, he made sure she came long before he collapsed on top of her in a sweaty, twitching, thoroughly satisfied heap.

  “So are you glad I showed pity on your poor, sad, birthday party-less ass?” she asked after a moment.

  Cooper started to laugh so hard he shook her and the whole bed with it. He went back up on his elbows and smoothed back the hair stuck to her face. Her smile made something inside of him, something he wasn’t expecting to feel, sit up and take notice.

  He kissed her lightly and said, “Oh, baby, you have no idea.”

  Chapter Six

  Bree had showered, dressed and dried her hair before she realized there was something off about the sound of her brother working on the fallen limb in her backyard. Between the noisy bursts of chainsaw she could hear him talking to someone. She’d just spoken to him on the phone the day before and she could have sworn he’d told her he would be over by himself because Patrick was sick.

  The buzzing stopped once more. There was murmuring, then laughter.

  She set her hairbrush down and went to the kitchen. Through the window on her back door she could see Cooper helping RJ lift huge chunks of what was left of that branch into a wheelbarrow. He was wearing a breast-cancer awareness t-shirt and running shoes with the jeans he’d had on the night before, and there was a ratty White Sox cap turned backward on his head.

  She’d woken up an hour earlier thinking he’d left without saying goodbye, but he hadn’t. He was right there in her yard, cheerfully doing manual labor after keeping her up most of the night, and apparently getting along swimmingly with the oldest of her three brothers.

  She wasn’t fully aware that she’d opened the door and wandered outside until RJ looked over at her and said, “I told you I was coming over at two, so you can’t be mad at me if I woke you up.”

  She’d been working nights for so long that she stuck to her up-all-night, sleep-until-the-middle-of-the-afternoon schedule, even on her days off, and he knew it.

  Cooper had turned as RJ was speaking. The front of his shirt had “Save the Ta-Tas” written in hot pink letters across his chest. There was sawdust in the dark hair on his forearms and stuck to his jeans over his thighs. When she looked up she found his eyes were more green than brown in the daylight.

  “I take it introductions aren’t necessary,” she observed mildly.

  Cooper peeled back the cuff of the work glove he was wearing and looked at his watch pointedly. As though they’d formed some kind of smartass tag team, RJ said, “We’ve been out here more than an hour while you were doing heaven only knows what inside.” He dropped a log on top of the pile. “Cooper here was at the same World Series game when the Sox won in 2005,” he told her with an impressed grin.

  “I’ll bet your seats were much better,” she said, speaking so that only Cooper could hear. “I bet your family has box seats.”

  “Aw, come on now.” He took off his hat and wiped his sweaty forehead with the inside of his forearm. “My family isn’t that bad. We get stadium seats and sit among the peasants once in awhile.”

  “Turns out his seats were only a few rows over from ours,” RJ said, oblivious to their conversation.

  Cooper made a face as if to say “See?” and she smiled.

  “Careful or he’s going to want to play catch next.” She meant it as a warning, but he smiled as though he liked the idea. “I’m going to run a couple of errands, then I’ll bring back Chinese,” she said loud enough for RJ to hear. “What do you want?”

  “I could go for some General Tso’s,” he called back, navigating the wheelbarrow toward the gate leading from the side of her house to her driveway. “Extra spicy.”

  “And you?” she asked Cooper.

  “I like General Tso’s,” he said. “Extra spicy.”

  “Great. My brother and…”

  Good lord, what was he to her now?

  “The guy who made you forget your name a couple of times last night?” he suggested helpfully. “And once more this morning?”

  She let him have that one because it was true.

  “Are long lost soul mates,” she finished with a shake of her head.

  “Well, if it makes you feel better, he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me come out of your room in nothing but my jeans when he let himself in earlier.”

  Bree sighed. “Looks like I’m going to have to have the boundaries talk with RJ again.” She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry.”

  He shrugged. “I’ve got a trick or two up my sleeve for diffusing tense situations.”

  She’d seen him turn Mama Bears—frightened mothers who occasionally went into a full-on rage when the doctors failed to come up with an immediate cure for their sick or injured child—into at least calm, if not rational, versions of themselves.

  “It’s a proven fact that if you offer to help a guy do free labor for his sister he’s ten times more likely to let you hang around on his good side.”

  She crossed her arms. “Proven by who?”

  “By me.” He pointed a thumb in the direction RJ had gone. “Just now.”

  “You don’t have go out of your way to impress my brother.”

 
“Impress nothin’,” he said with a small frown. “This saves me a trip to the gym later this afternoon.” He put his hands on his hips. “You look incredible, all fresh-faced with the sun caught up in your curls the way it is.”

  She smoothed her hands over his chest, copping a feel. “Where did you get this shirt?”

  “From last year’s 5K run. It was the unofficial shirt of my team.”

  “No, I mean, where did it come from? You weren’t wearing it last night.”

  “Oh.” His eyes raised to her mouth, then her eyes. “I always keep a bag with gym clothes in my trunk.”

  She blinked. “So you could have worn your own clothes the night you got rained on and I made you wear my brother’s?”

  “I could have, but it would have meant leaving you alone to go outside in gale-force winds to get them.” His voice had become deeper, seductive. “Do you have any idea how much I want to get you dirty again?”

  If it was anywhere near as much as she wanted him to do it, it was a lot.

  He took a step and leaned in close. “Kiss me before he comes back.”

  She did. Gladly. She’d barely opened her eyes and caught her breath when she heard the sound of the wheelbarrow coming around the side of the house.

  “I’m getting awfully hungry,” her brother called out as he entered the yard.

  “General Tso’s for two coming up,” she called back. “Should I get two sets of chopsticks or will you be feeding each other?”

  RJ took his hat off and scratched his head. “That’s funny,” he said without humor.

  “I know,” she told him, and Cooper chuckled.

  That was all that mattered.

  * * * * *

  The rest of the tree was loaded into the back of RJ’s work truck by the time she finished doing what she’d needed to do and returned with food. The three of them ate at the table on her back patio, even though the late-afternoon air had started to cool.

  RJ only stayed long enough to eat, and when he shook Cooper’s hand goodbye Bree could tell Cooper had done more than get on her brother’s good side. RJ liked him, something made even more clear by the approving nod he gave her just before he walked out of the yard.