The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(46)

“Yeah, yeah. So why are you going to Nebraska and not one of the big time golf courses?”

“Do you know where those are?”

“South Carolina? Georgia?”

“A big reward…”

The way he says that combined with the look in his eyes causes my insides to spasm.

“Explain now. Sex later.”

He sighs like I just took away his favorite toy, but he does it still smiling. “Okay, well, ideally when you are a ranked golfer, you can pick and choose.”

“Yeah, and you can’t convince me—”

“Unless, of course, you tick the wrong people off and then your invite gets misplaced, your inquiry gets ignored, your mail gets lost…”

“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 f*ck 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 *s.”

“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 *?” 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 f*ck 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 f*cked 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.