The Perfect Stroke (Lucas Brothers #1)(48)

“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 f*cks 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…





“Cooper? Where are you? I have something I need to run by you!” I yell, coming through the hotel room. I don’t know how I’ve managed it, but somehow I’ve kept CC with me for two weeks. We’ve traveled through Nebraska, Arizona, and North Dakota. Now we’re in Mississippi. I’ve won each of the courses—and rather easily. What’s even better is that the press has been following me more and more. In fact, last tournament, more fanfare showed up in North Dakota to watch me work my magic than actually showed up for some of the premiere tournaments and talent. I don’t really give a f*ck. However, it does mean one thing: Now the *s in charge have set up a dinner with me. They’ve talked to Seth and they want me onboard in Hilton Head next week. Seth’s urging me to play ball. I want to say I don’t give a f*ck. The truth is, however, that the competitive side in me realizes these tournaments are where the real talent are. The men who eat, drink, and sleep golf. The men who leave it all out on the green. In my career, I’ve had one motto: To be the best, you have to play the best. That competitive drive is what got me this far and I can’t ignore it now.

All of that boils down to the fact that I’m meeting a bunch of stuffy suits for dinner tomorrow night, which would be easy, but it worries me how CC is going to react. Even I have to admit I’m nervous about it. Dinners haven’t exactly gone well with me and CC. Worse, Riverton will be at this meeting. I can only hope that Cammie doesn’t show up. It’s going to take a miracle to talk CC into going to this damn dinner as it is—a miracle I’ll never pull off if I can’t even find her. She’s not in the main room or the attached kitchen. The bedroom is empty, too.

“Cooper!” I yell again, starting to get worried.

“In here,” she calls from the bathroom. I open the door and what I see makes me feel like a hand is squeezing my heart. CC is in a bubble bath, her flowing red hair pinned atop her head, but a few curls have fallen down to frame her face. Her body is wet, shiny, and perfect, and I get just enough of a glance before the bubbles curve around and hide her from me, making me want more.

“Damn, there’s a vision for a man to come home to,” I tell her, and I’m not joking. At all.

“Except we’re not home, Einstein. We’re in a hotel.”

“Honey, with a body like that, it doesn’t matter where we’re at,” I tell her, but I am mad at myself. What I really want to tell her is that anywhere she’s at feels like home to me. I can’t say that. She may be thawing out some, but she’s definitely not ready to hear me tell her how I really feel… what I really want.

“So much flattery. Now can you get out of here so I can finish my bath?”

“Um… go ahead and bathe, I’m not stopping you,” I tell her, leaning on the bathroom door and crossing my arms. Fuck no. I’m not about to leave. I’m not stupid.

“Okay, let me rephrase that: Leave so I can finish my bubble bath without you bothering me.”

“I’ll be good. You won’t even know I’m here.”

“Yeah, sure. Your tongue is sticking out, pervert.”

“What? I’m innocent.”

“Whatever. You would think you’d be worn out especially after this morning.”

“This morning was just an early workout. You should know your man by now, woman,” I tell her, and she gets this look on her face that stays there for all of a few seconds. Then, she just shakes her head at me.

“Why are you back early? I thought you said you were going to go by the course and scope things out.”

“Well, Seth called.”

At my words, CC sits up a little taller in the tub, which is good for me because it reveals her breasts. My eyes are glued to them, watching as the water and bubbles stream slowly, running down her breasts until her nipples are revealed.

“Are those *s messing with you again? What the hell can they do now? Jesus, someone needs to teach these f*ckers a lesson. I might be the one to do it. What are they doing?”