it!”
“Come on, Care. Don’t be shy. You have a great voice.”
“I have an awful voice. You’re always yelling at me when I sing in the shower.”
“Because it sounds like there are at least three cats in there dying.”
“And you want me to do that here? In public?”
“Yes. It’ll be hilarious. Live a little.”
“No, thanks.” I set my drink down, turning for the exit.
He winds his arm around my middle, tugging me back to him, laughing into my ear.
“Nice try,” he says as I wiggle out of his grasp. “You’re not getting away that fast.”
“I’m not singing either.”
“How about this…if you sing, I’ll sing.”
“No.”
“Fine. Will you sing if I sing?”
“That’s the exact same offer.”
He pushes his bottom lip out, batting his dark lashes at me for the second time tonight. “Please, Caroline.”
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. No. You are not going to pull the batty lashes again.”
“Why not? It totally worked last time.”
“If you think your batty lashes are what got me here, you’re wrong.”
“Oh, right.” His lips fall to my ear again. “Do you want me to eat your pussy again? Is that what this is?”
I flush, and this time not from embarrassment.
I squeeze my thighs together, that sweet burn his stubble left behind not letting me forget a moment of him being between them.
I want him again.
Bad.
“Stop,” I hiss. “We’re in public.”
“Then let’s go home.”
“I thought you wanted to come out tonight? Drinking and dancing?”
“I want you more.”
I laugh. “You act like you’re sex-deprived.”
“I am. Horribly so. You should probably suck my cock way more often.”
“Like I said, hopeless.”
“Like I said, hopelessly devoted to you.”
I try not to grin, shaking my head.
Going home to have sex with Cooper—again—sounds amazing, but I also know he really enjoys his nights out, and I don’t want him to give that up for me.
“Let’s dance first,” I say. “Then if you still feel like ravishing me after a few songs, we can go.”
“Okay, but to be fair, I always want to ravish you.”
We last one song.
13
Cooper
Mmm. Tits.
Monday mornings have slowly become one of my favorites.
Making Waves is closed, and if I work hard enough over the weekend while Caroline’s at work, I can squeeze in a few hours with her just like this.
I give Caroline’s boob a squeeze and she sighs, pretending to be annoyed at my early-morning advances.
I know she’s awake, just like I’m sure, based on the boner I currently have, she knows I’m awake too.
“Are you pretending to sleep so you can fondle me and I can’t get mad because you did it in your sleep and sleep you is at fault, not awake you?”
“Maybe.”
She laughs, rolling over to face me. I feel her lips against the tip of my nose.
“Good morning.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this, waking up next to her. I can’t believe I haven’t always done it.
I peel my eyes open. “Good morning, trash breath.”
“Oh my god,” she growls, shoving at me. “You are so rude.”
“What’s rude is waking me up with your awful morning breath.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining about my awful morning breath yesterday. Or the day before.”
“To be fair, the day before you woke me up with my cock in your mouth.”
She blushes.
“You are so much dirtier in bed than I thought you were.”
“I knew you’d thought about me in bed before.”
She groans. “I swear, I’m sleeping in my own bed tonight.”
She’s a liar. She hasn’t slept in her bed since the first night we had together.
That was over three weeks ago.
She’s tried a few times, but she always ends up back in here, curled against me within a few hours.
“Whatever you say, trash breath.”
She shoves me again and scoots out of bed, disappearing down the hall. I hear her scrambling around, then the water kicks on.
I crawl out of bed, stalking down the hall to the bathroom we share.
I push open the door and slide in behind her, reaching over her and turning off the water.
“Cooper!” she says, or at least that’s what it sounds like. It’s hard to tell with her toothbrush hanging out of her mouth, a dribble of toothpaste running down her chin.
“Quit running up my bills.”
She spits, wiping the toothpaste off, glaring at me in the mirror. “The water bill is my bill.”
“Yeah, but you get used to running this one up, you’ll get used to running them all up.” I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the doorjamb. “I can’t risk that.”
“You’re so annoying this morning.” She rolls her eyes, resuming her brushing.
She