Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,100

pushed me until I puked getting through the tests for Rangers because he knew how important it was to me. He was the sole reason I got through it. We were closer than brothers. And I lost him.”

“You had a dangerous job.”

“I did. And I lost a helluva lot of brothers in the field on missions. Benny didn’t die on a mission. He died because of a careless moment in training, and it should have been me.”

I shook my head. Just the thought of him dying made my blood chill and my skin prickle with goosebumps.

“He pushed me out of the way.” His voice was less than a whisper. “I watched him go down. I watched him bleed out in front of my eyes. There wasn’t even time for a medic or a hospital. Just his blood pumping between my fingers.”

“Cooper.” I went on my toes and wrapped myself around him.

No wonder he was so adamant about my safety. I’d taken so many chances without thinking about anything or anyone else.

He held me tighter, the breath whooshing out of me with his grip. “If anything happened to you…”

“Shh.” I used his shoulders to lift myself, and I wrapped my legs around him. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I—”

“Don’t promise me. You can’t make that promise.”

“No.” I kissed him lightly. “No, but I can promise I won’t take any unnecessary chances.” I searched his wild, red-tinged eyes. “That I—”

His mouth crashed into mine.

I held on. Evidently, we were done talking. And I was all for it. Sweet and soft was a rarity in our life. Maybe it was the situation, maybe it was just us. I just wanted this to go on forever.

“Cooper, I have to… God, right there. How do you do that?”

He grinned against my neck as he boosted me against the wall. The bed was literally three turns to the left, but yeah, that wasn’t happening.

We fumbled with our clothes. We didn’t have much time, but as usual, we knew how to use our time wisely.

“Are you ready for me?” He jostled me enough to get his jeans unzipped.

“When aren’t I?” I groaned as he just pushed my underwear to the side and sunk into me.

“Fuck.” He snapped his hips against me. “Always so fucking wet for me. Only me.”

“Only you,” I agreed. I didn’t even have to lie. Cooper was the only man I’d ever found who could keep up with me and exceed expectations.

“So good.”

My nails bit into his shoulders. “More. God, please.”

“I want to take my time.” He lifted me higher, pinning my lower back to the wall. “I never have enough time,” he growled into my throat. “Damn, baby.”

I tilted my hips and he hit both my clit and that magic place deep inside. My thighs tingled then trembled as he nailed me to the wall. Forceful and thorough, he never faltered. I hugged him tighter, wrapped around him with my legs and arms as I just took everything from him.

All the worries, all the fear. I wanted to steal it away. I knew it wouldn’t happen, but maybe for this one moment, he could have a little peace.

And then there was no time for thinking.

There was only the tumultuous fall and the blinding pleasure as friction took over and I clenched around him, milking every inch of him. My name was a guttural cry within his hoarse groan as he finally emptied himself inside of me. He tipped his forehead into the wall, gasping for breath.

I started laughing. “I was trying to tell you I had to go meet with the fan club people, and we didn’t have time for this.”

He let me slide down the wall. “Oops.”

“Yeah, oops.” I tried to straighten my clothes, but it was a lost cause. My outfit was all wrong, anyway.

As I undressed, he caught my wrist to pull me back to him.

“Well, if we’re getting naked, we can start over.”

“Zip up, Romeo. I’m going to be late and now I look like I just got…”

“Fucked?”

“Keep smirking, buddy.” I opened the long, skinny door where I stashed my clothes. There was a mirror on the inside of the door. “God, just fucked is right.” I tipped my head. “You left beard burn on my neck again.”

He moved behind me, gripping my hips. He didn’t fit in the mirror, but seeing his scarred, tanned fingers against my skin always left me breathless. He tucked his fingers in the tiny bits of lace at each hip and rolled