Page 16 of Suddenly You
Coop rolls his lips between his teeth and slides his arm through mine. The touch burns through me, settling somewhere in my chest. And if I’m being honest, somewhere in my dick too. But that’s just the alcohol talking. I’m sure of it.
“You’re too much fun, Matthew.”
“I am not.”
“You are. I think we had a lot of fun on our wedding night. It’s too bad we can’t remember any of it.”
“Yeah, it’s too bad,” I say, even though maybe it’s a good thing I can’t remember. With the amount of cum the two of us were wearing, I’m not sure remembering what went down would be the best thing for my mental health.
Coop runs a hand through his hair and smiles at me, more like a saucy grin. “It really is. I’m thinking sex with you was wild. I think we went crazy.”
“We didn’t have sex,” I grumble, and Coop lets out a small laugh.
“Oh, but we did something.”
“It doesn’t matter. You’re getting me off-topic. What matters is that I want a divorce now. Whatever you’re doing to me is extortion. You keeping me strung along like this has to be illegal, Cooper.”
“Oh, don’t call me by my full name. Gets me all hot and bothered,” he growls and then shoves into me, making me stumble to the side. I knock into a wall and Coop falls into me, his face smooshed into my chest. My hands move to his hips, steadying him. And instead of pushing him away, I pull him up against me. Just an alcohol-induced reaction, I’m sure.
He grunts as our bodies meet, and I can feel his half-hard cock pressed up against my groin.
He sighs and arches his hips forward slightly. “Mm, just ignore my dick. It’s been a while since I’ve been manhandled by a hot guy.”
I try to ignore it, the feeling of someone being turned on by me, but I can’t quite manage. I’m just flattered.
“I’m not handling you. You shoved me.”
“I just tripped when you called me Cooper,” he grins up at me and then places both hands on my chest, pushing away from me slightly. “Really, rein that name in, mister. Only men who fuck me in the ass can call me that.”
My fingers flex into his sides as I imagine it—his ass up, a cock disappearing inside of him.
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not. I get all sentimental when I’m getting it on. I bet you called me that last night. Cooper. Cooooooper.”
“Shut up,” I murmur and then knock him gently with my fist. I could take him if I wanted to. I’m much stronger than he is, a bit taller, and definitely more muscular. I didn’t grow up with three brothers and learn nothing about using someone’s weaknesses against them. Although Magnus doesn’t count in this scenario. He never was able to get one up on me, mainly because he was so much smaller and was never the aggressor. He just had a sassy mouth when he needed to use it. But Mitch and Max put me in countless headlocks, and I spent my teen years wrestling with them around the house.
I could totally put Coop on his knees while he’s not paying attention. Mess up his hair, slap his ass.
No. No slapping men’s asses. Especially not his.
“Oh, big tough guy. Knocking around a gay kid.”
“You’re not a kid,” I retort and then knock him again, making him stumble to his right. “And you’re so dramatic. I’m barely touching you.”
“You are assaulting me,” Coop replies with a laugh and then barrels into me, his arms wrapping around my midsection and knocking me back against the wall once more.
I push forward and lean down, my shoulder hitting his stomach and lifting him up. He squeals loudly, and I let out a laugh as I heft him in my arms. He’s over me like a sack of potatoes.
“Put me down!” Coop says with a laugh. “This is indecent.”
“You’re indecent,” I mutter, smacking his ass roughly with my palm. Hm, seems I slapped his ass anyways.
I try not to think about how it jiggled under my palm either.
I will not think those things about him.
A gasp escapes him from the hit, and he wiggles in my arms, trying to escape, but it’s all in vain. He can’t now that I have a handle on him.