The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(33)

“I’d say that’s a good saying. Especially since you’re acting like a horse’s ass,” she whispers, but I don’t give a f*ck what she’s saying at this point. I’ve moved my hands to her hips as she wiggles and settles down on me. My cock slides in between the lips of her *. The tip pushes against her and slides up so that it rests pressed against me and her warm, wet, cunt.

“You’re wet,” I whisper, surprised and thankful as f*ck. She rotates her hips, sliding those sweet * lips against my cock, then grinds against me. It’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing her and holding her still so I can slam inside.

“I seem to stay that way when you’re around, Gray,” she whispers.

It’s a simple statement and it’s not meant to do anything more than just express the truth, but it grabs hold of me. It burrows deep inside of me and some of the jealousy from earlier disappears, but at the same time, it makes me want to mark her deeper. I want to reach so deep inside of her that no matter where she goes, or what she does, she feels me… she needs me.

She lifts up at the same time her hand wraps around my cock, squeezing it. She positions me at her entrance and I know in a matter of seconds that I’m going to be deep inside of her. I look at her… really look at her. Her eyes drugged with need, her lips wet and glossy, her face flushed, I listen to her breaths as they come in small gasps.

“What are you doing, Cooper?” I ask, truthfully wondering how someone so beautiful could be here with me.

“Riding the horse that brought me to the dance,” she answers with a smile right before she slides down on my cock. I groan as my dick pushes into her, the walls of her * holding me tightly, branding my dick with the heat of her. It’s never been better. Never. Out of all of the women I‘ve been with, they pale in comparison to CC. She’s it. Fuck! She’s it. “And I plan on riding him all the way home,” she exhales as she grinds down against me, using my cock to scrape against her and stretch her * to accommodate me.

It’s a hell of a place to realize it. But right here on the side of the road, with a car going by here and there, my emergency flashers on, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met in my life sliding up and down on my cock, I can’t deny it.

I am falling in love with Claudia Cooper.





“Are you ready?” Gray asks, coming through the front door and acting like he’s going to fight a fire, he’s in such a rush.

“Ready for what?”

“I told you I was leaving for mom’s today for a couple of weeks.”

“I know.”

“So are you ready to roll?”

“Umm… Gray, I told you. I’m not going.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to.”

“C…”

“I like you, Gray. I like you a lot. I’m even getting used to the fact that you whack innocent balls for a living.”

“I don’t think that’s the way to put it.”

I smile at him, knowing that would aggravate him. “The truth is, I have a job, a demanding job, and Jackson and I have three engine rebuilds to do this week. I just can’t leave right now. I have to work to keep my deadlines.”

“I want you with me,” he says.

He will never know how much I want to throw caution to the wind and agree. I can’t, though, and the fact that I’m using the garage as a reason feels wrong. The real reason is that I’m afraid. We haven’t really discussed how the dance went down two days ago. I feel like it was proof that I’m not in the same circles as Gray. It’s also proof that I’m not sure I ever want to be.

“Jackson can keep your deadlines. It’s just a couple weeks, C. We can make it one if that helps,” I’m willing to work with you.

“You see, this is just proof of how different we are. I don’t have a bank account, Gray. All I have is my business. I can’t ignore it for some man and go traipsing across the…”

“Some man?” he asks, and even I wince. I didn’t mean it like that at all. Or, hell, maybe I did. I need him to give up on me because I’m not sure I’m strong enough to give up on my own.

“You know what I mean,” I try to defend.

“No, Cooper. I don’t know what you mean. Why don’t you enlighten me?”

“I don’t want to do this,” I mutter, unable to look at him. I move to go around him and put my coffee mug in the sink. It’s early, but I’ll just head out and get to work. And pretend my world doesn’t feel like it’s crashing around me.

“Do what, exactly? Fight? Meet my family? Be with me?”

“I think it’s pretty clear, Gray, that we just don’t mesh.”

“The f*ck we don’t. I think if anything, we have proven over and over that we mesh f*cking phenomenally.”

“Everything doesn’t boil down to sex!” I growl at him as I try to leave, but he grabs a hold of my arm and pulls me back around to him.

“What is this about? Is it about the dance? Because you never said anything and I thought we had a pretty good bout of make-up sex afterwards.”

“Make-up? That wasn’t make-up sex, you moron.”

“What the hell was it then?”