The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(44)

“Jesus, Cooper, you feel so f*cking good,” he groans as he sets a rhythm. “So f*cking good.”

“More, Gray. I need more,” I plead, knowing I’m close to coming, but requiring more to send me over the edge. He knows it too and he’s purposely holding out.

“You belong to me, Cooper. You’re not getting away from me again,” he growls, and I swear I can feel his cock rake against my walls when he pulls back out, so tight that the veins of his cock graze me.

That’s when it hits me: Gray doesn’t have on a condom. I’m on birth control, but I’ve never done this without a condom—ever.

Panic washes over me and I push on his shoulders.

“Gray! Stop! Oh God, stop!” It takes him a minute to realize I’m asking him to quit, probably because, greedy whore that I am, I still have both my legs wrapped around him trying to hold him inside. God.

“It’s okay, baby, don’t get scared on me. This is good. What we have is good,” he croons, but he doesn’t understand.

“You don’t have a condom on. We can’t do this. Oh shit, Gray! Get up!” I urge him, unlocking my legs from around him.

“Aren’t you on the pill?” he asks, still not moving.

“What? Yeah, of course.”

“Then what’s the problem?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Hello? The pill doesn’t always work, and it doesn’t protect you from diseases…”

“I’m clean, Cooper.”

“You did a sex tape. You want me to just trust that…?”

“You trusted me enough to f*ck me in the first place,” he says, and now he’s starting to sound upset with me. That, however, doesn’t stop him from starting to move back inside of me. He angles his body and the sensation is so good, I nearly lose my train of thought.

“Gray! You can’t come inside of me,” I tell him, my voice dripping in panic.

“Relax, I’ll pull out and come all over your stomach, but we will be talking about this later. I’m not going to wear condoms with you forever, Cooper. I want you like this again. Fuck, over and over, just like this,” he says, slamming into me.

I want to argue, but as he pushes me toward my climax, I can do nothing but hold onto him. I want more of this too. I want it over and over, just like him.

I call out his name as I shatter into a million pieces. I’m barely coming back down when I feel him leave my body, and I want to cry at the loss. I feel his warm cum fall against my stomach and my hand automatically goes there to hold on to it, to rub it against my skin and keep it as close as I can get. I feel a moment of sadness because, although I know I am right, I am perversely wishing it was inside of me, that I could feel the hot spray deep in my body. Shit!

Grayson Lucas is making me break all of my rules.





CC is unusually quiet as we make our way from the barn back to Mom’s house. I reach out and take her hand and our fingers slide together. It feels good, and when I squeeze her hand reassuringly, she looks up at me. For a second, I see fear in those green eyes, but then a slow smile breaks on her lips. A smile for me. It’s mine, I’m claiming it, just like I’ve claimed her.

“Wait! Where are you going?” she whispers loudly, sounding as if I’m doing something completely crazy, which maybe I am, because in my head I’m trying to figure out how to talk CC into having sex with me without worrying about the birth control. Any birth control. Just from the panic in the barn alone, I know that’s not going to be easily done. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s what I want. She’s mine forever. I’m not giving her up, even if I can’t tell her that yet. I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I did, she would run. That can’t happen.

“We’re already late for dinner. Mom will skin us both alive if we don’t get in there pretty soon.”

“I can’t go in there!”

“Why not?” I ask, thoroughly confused.

“We just had sex!”

“Sweet lips, not to point out the obvious, but I think they all know that.”

“But I have your protein sauce all over my stomach!”

“Protein sauce?”

“You know what I mean! I’m all sticky!”

“We wiped it off. It’s fine. You’re being crazy over nothing. Besides, you made me put it there. I would have much rather had my little soldiers swimming inside that sweet little body of yours and eventually dripping down your thighs to remind you of everything we did.”

“Your little soldiers need to stay far and away from my insides, Grayson Lucas.”

“We’ll see,” I tell her, frowning. Getting in her unprotected might be a little harder than I anticipated.

“We’ll see? There’s nothing to see!” she practically shouts.

I ignore her, instead choosing to open the door to the kitchen and gently, but firmly, pushing her inside. She stumbles slightly before looking over her shoulder and shooting me a look to kill. I grin just to piss her off more.

“What are we seeing?” White asks.

“Cooper doesn’t want to have a baby with me,” I tell him like that’s something I discuss every day. The room goes silent, but I ignore them all. They don’t get it. When I decided CC was mine, all of my normal routines were thrown out the window. I’m not interested in other women. I’m not interested in trying to burn her out of my system. I want to keep her attached to my side. I want to make sure she can’t get away. I can’t give her those reasons out loud yet because my CC is as skittish as a young colt. I’m not going to make a big secret about shit, either. She needs to hear some of it. She needs to get used to it because I’m going nowhere.