Free Wilde Riders (Old Town Country Romance) by Savannah Young

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    Cooper continues to thrust with so much force I think we might break the poor antique bed.
    “Look at me,” he insists, and I realize I’ve been looking at the headboard.
    His dark eyes are now filled with an absolute determination that sends waves of shivers through me.
        I let out another gasp when Cooper grabs my ass and a ngles me in such a way that his next thrust reaches even deeper inside me, which I didn’t think was possible.
    I’m just about to completely lose my mind in the fervor of intense sex when he again angles me in such a way that he goes even deeper.
    And I’m completely and totally lost.
    I can faintly hear myself saying, “Oh, God,” and I can hear Cooper say, “Look at me, Baby” but I’m floating somewhere outside of my body in the bliss of orgasmic release.
    The only thing that brings me back to Earth is Cooper’s hand brushing my cheek. “Where did you go?” he whispers.
    I shake my head in response. “I have no idea.”
    He looks confused, and maybe a little crestfallen, like he’s not sure he’s performed to my satisfaction.
    “Was that okay ?” he asks as he continues to brush his hand lightly on my cheek.
    I can’t help but laugh. Okay would be the understatement of the millennia.
    He looks like I slapped him. I suddenly feel horrible that I laughed. “I’m sorry,” I say quickly. “I really didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that okay is not the word I would use to describe—whatever it is that you just did to me—it was absolutely amazing. And that’s not even a good enough. More like Earth-shattering.”
    Now he’s biting back a smile. “Earth -shattering, huh? I’ll take that.”
    He places a soft kiss on my lips. Then says, “I’d better get cleaned up. We’ve got plenty of bathrooms, if you need to use one.”
    “Do you mind if I take a quick shower?” I ask.
    “Not at all. All of the bathrooms should have fresh towels. Are you hungry? I could make us something to eat.”
    I hadn’t thought about it but as soon as Cooper says hungry, I can feel my stomach rumble. “I could eat,” I reply.
    “Meet me downstairs in the kitchen whenever you’re ready.”
    As Cooper gets up from the bed, I remember that I only have my business suit to wear. “Do you have any sweatpants and a T-shirt I could borrow? I’m not sure I want to put that suit back on.”
    “Yeah, sure. You’ll be swimming in my clothes. Maybe I’ll borrow something from Hunter. He hasn’t quite filled out yet.”
    “Are you sure he won’t mind?” The last thing I want is for one of Cooper’s brothers to be mad at me because I borrowed some of his clothes.
    “I’m sure he won’t mind,” Cooper assures me. “I’ll put them in the blue bathroom for you. It’s the second door on the right.”
    “Blue bathroom, huh? Does that mean there’s a pink bathroom somewhere? Maybe even a purple one?”
    He laughs. “The guest bathrooms are blue, yellow and green. Sorry, no pink. That’s probably because my mom never had any daughters. Much to her chagrin, I might add.”
    “I would imagine having four boys was tough,” I say.
    “You have no idea.”
    “You’re right about that. Being an only child had some a dvantages but it definitely had some disadvantages.”
    “Do you want kids?” Cooper asks. It seems like a casual que stion until he looks at me and I’m frozen in place by the seriousness in his eyes.
    “I haven’t given it much thought,” I lie and I’m not sure why. It seems like such a deep question for someone to ask a one-night (or in our case one-weekend) stand.
    “I do,” he states as he slips on his boxer briefs. “Probably two or three.”
    “There are a few things I want to accomplish before I think about having a family,” I reply.
    He raises an eyebrow. “Like?”
    I can feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. Will my goals seem superficial to someone like Cooper? It’s obvious that family is important to him. And I’ve never