The Perfect Stroke (21 page)

“Holy shit.”

“In short, you get blackballed by the powers that be.”

“What did you do?”

“We don’t need to talk about that right now,” he says uncomfortably.

“I think we do.”

He sighs at my answer and looks at me for a minute, then lets me have it. “Remember the tape with the two girls?”

“I’m trying to forget. That should be another topic, by the way, that we don’t talk to each other about in bed. Or ever, really.”

“You brought it up. It’s just that one of those girls happens to be the daughter of one of the major tour promoters and sponsors.”

“Jesus, Gray. Haven’t you heard the saying ‘don’t shit where you eat’?”

“You’ve been hanging around my mom a little too much.”

“So Riverton’s sponsorship meant his money would make things easier…”

“Well, more like he had influence with most of the powers that be. With him in my corner…”

“You could go back to playing at the fields you love…”

“And hopefully winning to further my rank.”

“And here I thought golf was boring. It’s reading like a made-for-TV movie.”

“Anyway, telling Riverton and Cammie to go fuck themselves—though, in nicer words—kind of nixed any thought of that working out. Hell, it probably made a bad situation even worse.”

“They are vindictive assholes.”

“So, Nebraska it is, and I want you with me.”

“Gray…”

“C’mon, Cooper. Come to Nebraska with me. I want you by my side.”

I study his face. I should say no. I have a business I’ve already neglected enough by coming here. I have obligations. There’s a million reasons I should say no and, honestly, only one I should say yes.

Gray. Gray is the reason. Gray with his wicked smile, his sexy laugh, his outrageous behavior and crazy family. Gray who makes my body melt and my heart feel light. Gray who knows that I love mashed potatoes.

“Okay.”

“C’mon, Cooper,” he persists. “I promise that if you… Wait. What did you say?”

“I said okay, I’ll go to Nebraska with you.”

“Fuck yeah! You won’t regret this, sweet lips.”

“On one condition,” I add, interrupting him.

“What’s that?”

“I want my reward,” I tell him. “Now.”

Then I watch as a smile spreads across his face and he moves his hand between my thighs. That’s about when I stop worrying about everything. 

One Week Later

“What’s this?” CC asks.

I look up to watch her walking to the table. She’s wearing my t-shirt and nothing else and my dick instantly tents the gym shorts I’m wearing. Maybe I can talk her into a second round.

“My woman coming towards me to offer her pussy?” I say hopefully and only half joking.

CC stops, looks up from the paper she’s holding, and rolls her eyes at me. “You are a horn dog.”

“You haven’t seemed to complain much lately.”

“I know. I think the Nebraska heat has gotten to me.”

I reach up and pull her down on my lap. She moves so she can straddle me and my hands rest on her hips, moving her body so the hard ridge of my cock nestles against her center. She’s wearing nothing under my shirt and I don’t give a fuck if an earthquake hits at this point—
there will be a round two
.

“You mean the Gray Lucas heat,” I tell her, moving my hands to the tops of her thighs and letting my thumbs drop down to tease the inside, so close to her sweet little cunt that I can feel the heat rolling off of her.

“Is that like the
clap
?” she asks, smiling sweetly. If there’s one thing CC does, it’s constantly keep my ego in check.

“I really need to start spanking your ass,” I grumble.

“Right now, you mention that and all I can think of is Ida Sue bent over the kitchen table…”

“Quit trying to kill my boner, woman.”

“I’m thinking that’s not possible with you. But back to what I was saying,” she says, picking up the paper. “The main story in the sports section of the Nebraska Gazette reads, and I quote:
Grayson Lucas proves why he’s the hot young stud of the golf course.
”

“Jesus,” I grumble, pushing the paper out of her hands and pulling her into my body. Then, I burrow my head into her neck. God, she tastes so sweet here—like sugar. I could spend hours nibbling, biting, and kissing nothing but the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. I run my tongue up her collarbone and then gently knead her neck with my teeth, groaning as her hips shift and she grinds against my hard cock. I feel her fingers thread through my hair and she holds me close. “I can’t get enough of you, Cooper. I don’t think I ever will,” I tell her with stark honesty. I’ve spent this last week trying to show her how much I love her. I haven’t said the words. It’s a fucked up mess that the man who meant to always stay single now finds himself in love with a woman who is so freaking scared of commitment it oozes out of her pores. It’s probably fate’s sadistic karma. Somehow, I will make her see that what we have. What we are together is a once-in-a-lifetime thing.

In the past week, she’s thrown up some of my tabloid exploits. I’ve laughed them off, but even that’s getting tired. I want to tell her that’s all in the past. Hell, since meeting CC, I haven’t looked at another woman. I don’t see them and that’s the truth.

“Gray,” she whimpers, sliding back and forth on my cock. My dick slides in just the right spot and I wish to fuck that I wasn’t wearing my shorts.

“I’m going to fuck you, CC. I’m going to bend you over this table and fuck you so hard that the people in the next room will hear you crying out my name.” I can feel the way her body quakes at my words, her fingers tightening in my hair almost to the point of pain, and she moans while she continues trying to ride the hard outline of my dick. “Is that what you want, baby? Do you want me to push that pretty face of yours down on the glass of this table and hold you in place while I feed your hungry pussy every inch of my cock?”

“Oh fuck,” she whispers, her hands moving from my hair. I raise up from where I’m whispering in her ear to watch her hands move under my shirt. I grab the collar on each end and pull, ignoring the buttons that fly and interested only in exposing her lush breasts. I watch as CC toys with her nipples, her hips undulating against me. She’s fucking gorgeous and she’s very close to making herself come. That can’t happen, even if she is using my body and my hard-as-rock cock to get what she wants. I watch for another minute because I’m a man and this is the fucking hottest thing I’ve seen in my life. Then I grab hold of her and stand up in one swift movement.

“Gray!” she whines, her body shaking since she was so close.

I ignore her protest and, instead, rip the shirt from her body. I should make a rule that she doesn’t wear clothes when we’re in the hotel room together; it slows me down too fucking much. I use my hand to push everything off the table. The vase and flowers crash first with a heavy thud on the carpet, followed by the breakfast dishes we used earlier. I ignore the noise, shifting us around so she’s in front of me. Then I push her against the table, bending her over. Her hands go out to steady herself. I’d worry I’m going too far if it weren’t for her ass pushing out against me, demanding more.

“Hurry, Gray,” she urges.

Fuck, she really is perfect for me.

He pushes me down on the cool glass of the table and I gasp as my breasts press down and my nipples caress the cold surface. I feel Gray close behind me, his hand pressing down on my back to keep me in place. He needn’t worry; I’m not going anywhere. Hell, I was supposed to go back to Kentucky, and instead I’m planning on going with Gray to Arizona. If I’m completely honest, I’m already wondering if Jackson can take over longer. I have it bad for this man, and as much as it scares me, I can’t seem to push him away.

He keeps one hand on my back and I feel his other on the inside of one of my thighs, pulling it so my legs are apart. Then I feel him behind me, completely naked. His legs press against mine, and I can feel his cock slide against my ass as I wait for what comes next.

“So ready for me. Are you willing to admit you’re mine yet, CC?” he asks, his voice hoarse. A million butterflies move in my stomach at his words. He’s been pushing and pushing for me to give him this. I haven’t. I want to say it out loud because inside I know it’s true, but I just can’t seem to.

“Stop talking and start fucking,” I growl, but break off when his hand connects with my ass. Fire lances through my body. “Gray!” I yell, but he spanks me again. I breathe through it as his hand connects again. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask just as another one is delivered.

“You’re mine, CC.”

“I’m not…” I start to deny it, but the words refuse to come out. In the end, I whimper as his hand slaps my ass again. Somewhere while he delivers his punishment, it changes from pain to…
an added pleasure
.

“You are mine, CC. Your body knows it, you know it. You just need to admit it,” he whispers against my ass as his tongue moves over the hot, tender skin. His lips place small kisses along the spots he has spanked and his hand moves down to find my pussy. “You’re so wet for me. I think my Cooper likes being spanked.”
God
. He’s right. I’m soaked and I’m aching to have him inside of me. “Your pussy is holding onto my fingers so tight, it’s going to break them,” he groans. His fingers move in and out of me, hard and fast. Gray’s right. I’m clenching my muscles so tight on his arm trying to keep his fingers exactly where I need them to come. I’m riding them with all that I have, needing to come so bad, I’m almost mindless.

Suddenly, he takes his hand away. I try to rise up and complain but he keeps his hold solidly on my back, forbidding me to move. Then all at once, I feel the head of his cock sliding in the slick cream at my center. I can feel him at my opening and I whimper, needing him to push inside, to end this torture. When he does nothing, I all but snarl. “Gray! Stop torturing me!” My demand is met with a tight laugh, but even through it, I can hear the need in him.

“I don’t have a condom. Are you going to let me fuck you raw?” he rumbles behind me as just the tip of his cock presses inside of me.

“Damn it, Gray,” I growl because he’s been trying for a week to get me here. He thinks I’m being crazy, and a part of me thinks I am too. My whole life, no one sticks around though. Even people who care about me leave. Banger left. He may not have meant to, but he did. Letting Gray in completely is opening myself up to more pain, and I don’t think I can handle the pain that would be associated with losing Gray.

“Tell me, CC,” he growls.

“Yes, damn it. I want it too,” I growl, trying to ignore the tear that falls from my eye. It’s not because of what we’re doing; it’s the fear of losing Gray… because I might love him.

All thought flees when he thrusts inside of me completely. When he sinks all the way in, he holds himself still. I feel his body stretched over me, his breath near my back. I close my eyes and memorize the feel of him everywhere—the feel of him
inside
me. Proving how well Gray knows me, his next words grab ahold of me and do not let me go.

“Don’t be afraid, CC. I’m here, baby, and I’m going nowhere,” he whispers. His hand pets my back before tangling in my hair. Then his other hand reaches around and zeroes in on my clit. He begins slowly manipulating it with his fingers and then starts setting a slow pace with his body.

He fucks me slow and steady and the emotions are thick, my breath stalling in my chest when I hear him moan and feel his hot cum pour into me.

“Never letting you go, baby. Never letting you go…”

His words are the last I hear before I completely fragment into a million pieces with the largest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. My entire body shakes and I squeeze my eyes shut. Then I bite my lip to keep from begging him to promise me he’ll always stay.

Please, God, don’t let him be lying
…