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  The next thing I know, I’m on my knees in front of him and I’m frantically tugging at his boxers. “I need to touch you…and taste you.”

  His penis magically appears and I waste no time taking him into my mouth immediately. He groans.

  His dick fills my mouth with its firm girth, and I echo his moan, loving the sensation of sucking and licking him. I move my head up and down, swirling my tongue all over the throbbing surface of his cock as I do.

  I have a thought that I can do this forever, but then I’m off my knees and lying face up on the massage table. Coop is above me and I spread my knees to accommodate his muscular form. He hovers over me and brushes my hair back from my face. I want him inside of me and I open my mouth to tell him that but my command is cut off by his lips covering mine. I want to protest but am swept away by the level of tenderness infused in his lips as they touch mine. It is a sweet kiss. A seductive kiss. A surreal kiss.

  “Are you ready?” he whispers.

  I feel the crown of his rock-hard shaft at my entrance.

  “Yes!” I cry out as I grip onto the muscled planes of his back.

  The sound of my cry is still ringing out as his cock plunges into me, filling me up and stretching me out. The sensation is so far beyond anything that I had imagined possible. It takes my breath away, sends my head spinning out in a million different directions. Every anchor I held onto and trusted to keep me connected to reality tears loose. I don’t fight it. I don’t try to control it. I give into it and simply ride the wave of pure passion that he’s creating inside of me.

  “Don’t stop!” I beg with an acute desperation. “Please don’t stop.”

  His mouth once again claims mine in a soul-stealing kiss. My back arches up and my nipples scrape against his chest. His skin against my skin, his body in my body, his tongue plunging into my mouth. It’s all creating a firestorm of ecstasy that consumes me, mind, body, and soul.

  I want to send what I’m feeling across to him as a sensation. Like telepathy. I wish that I could just bypass the limitations of language altogether, because mere words alone were never going to be enough to give a real sense of the complex and beautiful symphony of sensations he was gifting me.

  The only way I could think of doing that was by getting as close to him as humanly possible. The more skin-to-skin contact I could manage, the better the chances of getting that message to him. And on a visceral level, I just needed to be closer to him.

  My arms and legs snake around him and hold his body tight to me as he pumps in and out of me, again and again. I hold him as close as I can, as close as two people could possibly be. It still didn’t feel close enough.

  I want more.

  The power of having him so close to me, with every inch of my skin pressed up against him in some way, flowed through my veins like a potent drug that I was already addicted to. The friction between our bodies built the heat burning between us until I felt in danger of burning up in its fire.

  I need more. I’m insatiable with Coop.

  I don’t recognize my own voice as I demand, “More! I need more!”

  He slides his hand down in-between us and begins to rub the knotted flesh at the top of my sex as he keeps a steady, hard rhythm of thrusts pumping in and out of me. The combination works like magic, and builds a pleasure pressure inside of me until it hits a boiling point. I know I can’t take his caress and movement for very much longer before I explode.

  I don’t want this to be a one-sided event. “I want to come with you. Are you ready?”

  He groans. “Fuck, baby, I’ve been ready since I met you.”

  Something about the utter lost desperation in his voice, something about the way it told me more eloquently than words ever could how desperately he wants and needs me, put me right over the edge.

  Everything inside me clenches tight. My muscles squeeze like a vice, and I bear down on him with everything I have.

  He gives one last energetic thrust before going still, but stays buried in me up to the hilt. I run my hands up and down his back and thrill at the way that his muscles tremble under my caress. It only adds to the blinding pleasure streaking through my body as I come so hard it felt like my muscles would crush every bone in my body.

  I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I can’t see, or hear, or smell. I’m floating in a sensory deprivation tank that existed only in my own lust-soaked mind, and I love every minute of it.

  Coop collapses to his side and slides his arm around my waist, pulling me on top of him as he rolls to his back. I melt against him. I’m in a state of suspended animation and I want to protect it. I don’t want anything sneaking into my deprivation tank but the sound of us breathing together in rhythm and the gently cooling sweat on my skin.

  Time and place? They don’t exist.

  “Vanessa?” Coop’s voice is as gentle as his fingers brushing my hair back from my face.

  “Hmmm?”

  “Vanessa.”

  This time his voice sounds far away but it drifts into my consciousness slowly, then crystalizes in one sudden instant.

  My eyes opened with a start and my heart was beating the way it does when you wake up from a nap with no sense of what time it is, or even what day it is, just the unshakeable belief that you are late for something critically important.

  All I could hear was the short, heavy pants of my breath as I tried to acclimate myself to my surroundings. My vision took a moment to focus but when it did, I realized I was lying face down on the massage table staring at Spanish tiles.

  “I didn’t want to wake you, but Camille knocked. The hour is up and I think they need the room,” Coop explained.

  “I fell asleep?”

  Mortification spread through me at the realization that it wasn’t real. It was a dream. I’d just had a graphic sex dream about Coop while he gave me a massage.

  “Yeah, you’ve been out for a while.”

  I didn’t move. I couldn’t face him. “Did I…say…anything…?”

  Before he had a chance to answer, there was another knock at the door.

  “I’ll let you get dressed.” Coop said and I heard him walk toward the door.

  There was a part of my brain that knew I should thank him for the massage, but I was so embarrassed I was unable to speak or even show my face. So, I just nodded into the donut-hole opening that my face was wedged in.

  The door clicked open and then shut and I heard Madison’s voice on the other side of it. “Oh, hi!”

  I could hear in her voice that she was as surprised to see Coop answering the door as I’d been to see him when I’d walked in. I’d almost turned around and walked out, and now I seriously wish that I would’ve. But I just hadn’t been able to pass up the opportunity to have his hands on me. I’d thought that it would be a safe, totally innocent way to find out what it felt like for him to touch me. Turned out it was dangerous and all kinds of erotic. Even if it was only in my dreams. And what a dream it was. I’d never experienced that intense of a release, asleep or awake.

  Oh no!

  What had my body done when I orgasmed?

  I was going to have to google how the body responds when people experience nocturnal emissions. One massage and my Google history was going to be the same as that of a teenage boy that had a wet dream in Algebra.

  “Sorry,” Madison cleared her throat. “I was looking for Vanessa.”

  “She’ll be out in minute.”

  “Oh, okay, thanks.”

  I scrambled off the table and clumsily got dressed as fast as humanly possible. There were so many things running through my mind as I threw on my robe and slippers. It was a blur of what-ifs and should’ves.

  What if he knew I had a sex dream?

  What if I groaned?

  What if I said his name?

  Should I avoid him for the rest of my life?

  Should I address the situation head on?

  Should I pretend nothing happened at all?

  Panic fueled me as I f
lung open the door.

  Madison stood in front of me. “Are you okay?”

  “Yep.” I nodded sharply and pushed past her.

  The soles of the slippers the spa provided me with slapped on the tile floor as I walked as fast as my legs would carry me to the ladies’ changing room. I had no idea where Coop had gone or if he was even still in the spa. I did not want to run into him.

  Once inside, I rushed to my locker and started grabbing my clothes. I felt naked which I was beneath the robe. But more than that I felt exposed.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” Madison’s voice came from behind me.

  “Yep.” Part of me wanted to tell Madison everything that had happened but two things stopped me.

  One, I was a very private person. And two, I was technically her boss. Sure, I thought of her as a friend, but I wouldn’t even tell Jade that I’d had fallen asleep on the massage table and had a sex dream about Coop, who oh yeah, just happened to be the masseuse. So I guessed it was just the first thing, that I was an extremely private person.

  “Soooo, do you want to talk about why Cooper Briggs was leaving your room?”

  “He’s here this weekend for a soft launch of his massage therapy oil. He was a guest masseuse.”

  “And you asked for him?”

  “No!” I spun around. “I had no idea he was going to be massaging me.”

  I could feel my cheeks heat up and I hoped that they weren’t flaming red.

  “So, what? You just happened to be his client?”

  I shrugged as I turned back around and pulled up my underwear and pants while leaving my robe on. There were some women that had no problem changing in front of other people, but I couldn’t because of the fiercely private thing and all.

  “That’s another strange coincidence,” she commented.

  “I guess his friend owns this place,” I explained, figuring she was referring to him being here in the first place.

  I tugged my arms out of the sleeves and threaded them into my bra straps. As I reached behind my back to clasp it, I realized that my shoulders didn’t hurt at all. Now that the adrenaline was wearing off, I noticed that my entire body felt amazing. And it wasn’t because I’d just had an X-rated dreamgasm.

  Well…it wasn’t only because of my X-rated dreamgasm.

  After putting on my shirt, I bent down to slide on my shoes and I didn’t feel the pinch I normally did in my lower back. Not only had his touch been amazing and sex-dream inspiring, but he really had worked out all my kinks and the scent of the oil was so light and fresh I had no desire to take a shower to wash it off. If anything, I was going to be sad when I did have to wash it off.

  When I turned around, Madison was standing in front of me with an expectant expression.

  “What?” I asked.

  “How was it?” She bit her lip as she lifted her hands. “His hands look so…”

  “Big,” I finished.

  “Yeah, and…capable.”

  That was an understatement.

  I did my best to put on a poker face. “It was good.”

  Madison nodded and I could see the look of envy in her eyes. I could also see that she had more questions on deck.

  Hoping not to have to answer them, I said, “At least it was good until I fell asleep.”

  “You fell asleep?” Shock replaced the envy.

  “Yeah,” I confirmed casually, then tossed out. “I hope I didn’t—”

  “Snore?” she cut in.

  “I was going to say talk in my sleep.” I still couldn’t believe that I’d fallen asleep, but his hands had lulled me into the most relaxed state I’d ever been in. And that dream. I never dream. Or if I do, I don’t remember them. But that dream was so real, so vivid. A shudder ran through me as I grabbed my purse out of my locker and then stopped. I turned around when it dawned on me what Madison had assumed. “Wait. Do I snore?”

  Her eyes widened. “Oh, um, not really.”

  A new panic gripped me as my pointer finger flew to her face. “Madison, do not lie to me. Do I snore?”

  “I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

  I didn’t know.

  “But don’t worry, it’s cute.”

  “I told you not to lie to me.”

  “No it is. That’s why I never wake you up on planes or when we’re in cars. It’s not loud, it’s soft and it sort of sounds like you’re singing.”

  Great. Now I had to worry about whether or not Cooper Briggs heard me moan, say his name, and snore.

  Madison must’ve seen the stress on my face because she offered, “At least you don’t fart when you sleep.”

  “What?!”

  “My sister farts when she sleeps, at least you don’t do that.”

  I knew she was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t helping.

  Not at all.

  CHAPTER 14

  Coop

  Sports had taught me a lot of things, including discipline. But one thing I had never truly managed to master was being on time. My mom liked to joke about my lack of punctuality. She liked to say that my habitual tardiness began before I even took my first breath. I’d been two weeks late coming into this world, and since that day I had never been on time for anything. I was never as late as I’d been to my own birth, but I was perpetually running five minutes behind.

  So, finding myself sitting alone in a folding chair a full twenty minutes early for the evening session was shocking, even to me.

  After the massage, I’d tried to work off the excess energy in the gym. But it hadn’t worked. I’d barely slept last night and had just given a one-hour therapeutic massage. But instead of feeling tired or worn out, I was energized. Massaging Vanessa had given me an electrical charge that I couldn’t seem to come down from. That was the only way I could describe the current of anticipation that was flowing from my head to my toes.

  My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to silence it. But when I saw it was my oldest brother, Sawyer, I picked it up. Sawyer Briggs was a man of few words who hated talking on the phone, so I knew that whatever he was calling about must be important.

  “Hey, man. I only have a few minutes. What’s up?”

  “What are you doing?” he asked. “You got a hot date or something?”

  That was probably more than my brother had spoken to me, or anyone besides his wife Delilah, the entire day. He was a man of few words and even fewer sentences. Yet, he’d just uttered two. And he sounded happy. Downright chipper.

  “I’m at a thing.”

  My answer was met with silence. That response was much more like the silent Sawyer I knew and loved.

  “So what’s up?” I prompted.

  “What thing?”

  “It’s a seminar.” I knew that it was probably futile to try and change the subject, but I figured I might as well give it another shot. “What’s up?”

  “A seminar for what?”

  I could lie. But in my experience, the truth usually came out.

  “It’s on building intimacy.”

  “You’re at a sex seminar?”

  “Emotional intimacy.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yeah and I have to go, so what’s up?” I asked for the fourth time.

  “Mom said you’re not going to be at Sunday dinner tomorrow.”

  “Yeah.”

  “We wanted to tell everyone together but—”

  “Delilah’s pregnant.” I interrupted, smiling from ear to ear.

  “Thanks for beating me to the punch. Now I’m glad you’re not going to be there.”

  “You’re really just going to have to blurt it out. If you say there’s any kind of announcement, everyone’s going to know.”

  “Delilah made copies of the sonogram and she put them on T-shirts that we’re going to wear.”

  “You’re going to wear a sonogram T-shirt?” The image of my mountain of a brother wearing a T-shirt with a sonogram on it was almost enough to make me want to leave the resort early. Not quite,
but almost.

  “Yep.” In one word, he clearly communicated that he’d kick my ass if I had anything else to say about it.

  There weren’t many men that I was afraid of, but my oldest brother was one of them.

  “Wow! Congrats man! That’s amazing.” I’d been friends with Delilah long before Sawyer, since she was in my year at school. She was one of the sweetest souls I’d ever met. They were going to make amazing parents. “Delilah’s going to be a great mom.”

  “Yeah, she is.” I could hear the adoration in my brother’s voice.

  “And you’re going to make a great dad. You definitely had enough practice.” As the oldest of nine, Sawyer had plenty of experience.

  So much experience, that I honestly thought he’d be a bachelor his entire life.

  “Well, I’m sorry I’m going to miss the big reveal but I’m sure that there will be pictures.”

  “Have fun at your emotional intimacy seminar.” With that subtle dig, the line went dead.

  As I put my phone back in my pocket, I wondered what kind of a pregnancy reveal Vanessa would want. Would she want to put a sonogram on T-shirts? Would she want to tell my entire family at once?

  How would she feel about having a large family?

  In the session that morning she’d said that it had just been her and her parents.

  “Hey man, are you Cooper Briggs?”

  I glanced up and saw a man that looked to be around my age. Dave was written on his name tag.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh shit. I can’t believe it’s you. I’ve followed your career since your ’Bama days.”

  Roll tide. I hadn’t been in school for close to ten years but every time anyone mentioned it, I silently repeated the rally cry. I think I might’ve been brainwashed.

  “Can we take a selfie?”

  “Sure.” I nodded and leaned over so that he could get us both in the shot.

  “Damn, I can’t believe it,” he spoke beneath his breath as he posted the pic and typed the caption.

  This was why it was better to tell the truth. If I’d lied to my brother and then been posted in a picture saying where I was, the spot would’ve been blown up on me.