The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(22)

“Damn,” she says. “I thought our weekend would be hard to top, but…”

I pull away to look at her. Her eyes are glazed, but she’s looking down at me and smiling.

I bring my hand down, hating the fact that I’m leaving her body, even knowing I’ll soon be sunk inside of it. I stroke my cock a few times. My hand and fingers are covered in CC’s cum. I allow the liquid to slide over my cock, painting him in the woman he’s going to f*ck into oblivion soon. I squeeze the head tight, trying to beat back my own f*cking climax. That’s not going to happen until I at least get back inside of her for a few minutes.

“Ready for round two?” she asks, even though she’s still breathless.

Did I mention she might just be perfect?

“More than ready. Time for you to move that cute ass of yours to the bed.”

“I thought you wanted to take me against the wall?” She grins, moving away from me and all but hopping backwards on the bed. Her hands go behind her and she wraps each one around one of the wood bed posts on the headboard. She slowly spreads her legs, daring me to come aboard.

“I will. Right now, I plan on sinking balls-deep inside of you.”

She lets go with one of her hands to reach across to her nightstand drawer. She blindly feels around and then comes out with two condoms, tossing them at me.

“Safety first?” I grin, grabbing one and tearing it open with my teeth.

“I’m a safety girl,” she agrees, her eyes following me as I slide the latex over my dick.

“I like that about you,” I tell her, positioning my cock at her entrance.

“You do?” she asks, bringing her eyes back to me.

“It’s one of the many things I like about you, Cooper,” I tell her, and before she can give me some smartass reply, I push inside of her, bracing myself over her body and not stopping until I’m balls-deep and my cock is pushed in so f*cking far she’s completely filled.

“Fuck,” she huffs as a giant breath leaves her body.

“You okay?” I ask, needing to make sure before I continue.

“Just being reminded how those internet sites weren’t exaggerating when they were talking about your nine iron.”

I’ve always hated that garbage, even if I did enjoy the ladies who helped give me the reputation as the golf stud packing nine inches of steel to drive with between his legs.

“Nine? I must demand a reprint. It’s more like twelve,” I joke, starting to move inside of her.

“Now who’s embellishing?”

“You think so?”

“I was guessing around ten,” she says, starting to adjust to the rhythm I’m setting.

“Silly woman. I will make it my mission to prove you wrong,” I groan.

After that, neither of us can talk because she’s squeezed my cock inside of her and my balls are so tight, I know my orgasm is close and there’s no f*cking way I’m going to come unless she does again. So I set my mind to that. Right now, that’s all that matters.

Later, I’ll think about how it’s possible that CC manages to give me the best sex I’ve ever had and still make me laugh at the same time. Much later.





“Tell me again why we have to get up from here?” I whine, curling under the covers. It’s been two days… two glorious days since I let Gray back in my bed. Two days in which we’ve been boinking like rabbits. My body is sore in the most delicious places. I’m fast becoming addicted to having him around, which is probably bad. It’s also why I’m whining about not wanting to get out of bed.

“Because you are having lunch with your friend today and I have that meeting with Riverton.”

“That name isn’t allowed in my bed,” I grumble, running my hand from the top of his chest down his stomach, loving the heated skin and soft masculine feel of him. All man. That’s who Grayson Lucas is, and what a man. I feel every feminine thing in me stretch and purr just looking at that smile on his beautiful face.

“Will you tell me the history between you and… the ones who shall not be named?” He grins. I want to keep the happy in the room, but I swear, one thought of Cammie and her father nearly sucks it all out. It’s not Gray’s fault. He has no idea the can of worms that are the Rivertons. I wish I didn’t.

“That’s a long, horrid story, one that would ruin my good after-sex mood.”

“Humor me,” he says, pulling me into his warm body. I drape my leg over him, his heated skin feeling as if it’s branding my leg. I feel his fingers sifting through my curls, and my eyes close. This. Just like this, being here with Gray, is as close as I’ve ever come to perfect. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to talk. All I want is to lie here and soak up this feeling and hold it close so that I can remember it years from now.

“Believe it or not, there was once a time when Cammie and I were good friends.”

“Yeah, I’m not buying that. You two are way too different.”

“Well, it was the second grade,” I correct, and he laughs.

“Now that makes sense.”

“Yeah we were friends up until the fifth grade.”

“What happened in the fifth grade?” Gray asks, sounding distracted.

I look up and can see him from my peripheral vision playing with my hair, combing through it and then bending down. A second later, I feel a light kiss on the top of my head. I close my eyes and savor that feeling. I’m going to be honest. Banger was an amazing man, but he wasn’t very demonstrative. In fact, I can’t really remember getting kisses or hugs growing up. Heaven knows my mother wasn’t one to do that. Banger… well, I always knew he loved me. That was never a question, but he wasn’t really the hugging or kissing type. The closest he came was hugging me and slapping me on the back when I rebuilt my first engine and it purred like a kitten when he tried it out. He half hugged me and half gave me an approving slap and told me he was proud of me. I felt like I hung the moon. So, Gray doing this now feels… strange and good. Very good. Too good.