Coop took the floor. Though spending the night also waned in there, too.
“Coop,” I warned him. “It took me and Archie an hour to do my hair.” Mostly ‘cause Archie kept messing it up when he kissed me. “Do not make me look like I rolled out of bed to go and have dinner with your mom.”
A wicked grin curved his lips, and he settled on the bed and leaned back against the wall, then patted his lap. Since I was wearing a dress, it was easy enough to straddle his lap with one knee on either side of his thighs.
“Do not mess up the hair,” he murmured right before he kissed me. “Got it.”
Ten minutes later, I was already regretting his mother’s orders about clothes. Five minutes after that, he nudged my panties aside, and I slid right down on his cock. Awareness that we could be called at any minute only heightened the need. These guys were going to make me crazy as it was, but I couldn’t stop kissing him, and he kept shushing my moans until he had to put a hand over my mouth. We were both laughing as we came.
Breathless, I bit his palm, and he grinned up at me. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause I rocked your world,” I teased, and he snorted.
“You always rock my world. Doesn’t change the fact that you’re beautiful and I love to watch you come.” Heat and pleasure rushed through me. He eased me off of him slowly and then got up to take care of the condom. We didn’t risk going out in the hall and made do with tissues to clean up.
“I wish I had more time,” he told me as he teased a finger along my panties. I was so sensitive at this point, my hips bucked of their own accord.
Before I could respond, Trina thrust the door open and Coop turned easily, blocking her view as I smoothed my skirt down. She eyed both of us with a smirk. “Mom said food’s ready.”
“Don’t you remember how to knock?” Coop went after her with hooked fingers, and she squealed more like she was seven rather than fourteen and raced away from him. I paused in the bathroom for a sec to wash my hands—well, hand—and check my appearance.
My hair was a little tousled, but not a lot I could do about that. The first sign of a hickey was showing up just below my collar, so I fixed the pullover sweater I’d worn. That with the flowy skirt weren’t really dressy, but still nicer than usual. I had on my charm necklace underneath. Archie had slipped it into place before I pulled the sweater on.
Instead of turkey, Carly had made lasagna, and I goggled at it, garlic bread, and salad. The apartment had smelled great when I got there, but this wasn’t what I was expecting.
“It’s turkey lasagna,” Trina told me, grinning at me. “So it kind of counts, but we wanted to do comfort food.”
I could eat my weight in Carly’s lasagna. “I love it,” I told them, then smiled at Carly. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” she said with a careless laugh. “To be honest, this is easier than fixing up everything else, and I know for a fact the two of you will probably kill a pan on your own, so I made a couple more. Plenty for you to take home leftovers.”
Right on cue, my stomach growled, and Coop held out a huge slab of garlic toast, then crossed it with another. “Hurry, we need to feed the beast.”
I didn’t even think about it. I just flipped him off, and a split-second later, I sent Carly an apologetic look, but her shoulders were shaking with laughter. “Sometimes, he just deserves it,” she said as she poured herself a glass of wine. It wasn’t quite eleven in the morning, but no way I was going to judge.
There were sodas for us, and we passed the dishes around, well, they passed them, and I helped brace my plate. “You know the fun part about this?” Coop said. “You don’t have to worry about cutting your food.” His gray-green eyes danced teasingly, and I wrinkled my nose at him, then scratched my ear with my middle finger.
Trina burst out laughing. “Dork, this is why you didn’t have a girlfriend forever. You have to be nice to her.”
“I am nice to her,” Coop argued, winking at me. “I am