Any thought of Kate seems to disappear quickly as Dickhead licks his lips and leans in to whisper something in her ear. Jessica takes his hands and wraps them around her waist, pushing what he’s salivating over against his chest. Kate should see this. Know just how loyal Dickhead is to her.

“Make Kate walk out on the balcony while those two are locked together,” I bark at Joel.

He ponders my suggestion for a second. “That’s not a bad idea. Might finally get the claws to come out on Kate.” Joel picks up his walkie-talkie and orders a stagehand to direct Kate to walk outside.

The timing couldn’t be more perfect. Arms wrapped around each other, Dickhead’s head is buried at Jessica’s ear, when Kate steps out onto the balcony. She stops, catching sight of them locked in an intimate embrace. Dickhead’s back is to her, but Jessica tags Kate the minute she walks out. And it only fuels her performance. The hands around his neck jump to his head and she ravels her fingers in his hair in what comes off as a familiar sexual touch.

The camera pans in close, catching Jessica smile at Kate smugly before planting her lips on Flynn’s neck. Kate bows her head and walks away gracefully. She doesn’t see Flynn pull out of Jessica’s claws and rebuff her attempt at a kiss a minute later.

“Great eye. Maybe you’ll find a career in reality TV with your brother after all,” Joel says as I stand, ready for a refill.

“Don’t count on it.”

Chapter twenty-five

Kate

“You never asked me if I made it to the final four last night,” I say as Cooper presses his lips to the curve of my neck. He’d ravaged me the minute I walked in the door at midnight. Barely uttering more than four words before my back was pushed up against the wall, there was urgency to his need. I knew my being anywhere in the vicinity of Flynn was hard for him, so I didn’t question what prompted his appetite. Instead I yielded immediately, letting him feed off how quickly I’d come to submit to him.

“I didn’t have to ask.” Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he tugs, giving him better access to lick and nip his way up to my ear.

“Why is that?”

Cooper stops abruptly and draws his head back. His light green eyes are the same darkened green they were last night—there’s a wildness to them that is more than arousal. “I told you, I see the way he looks at you. Now can we not talk about him in my bed.”

I hadn’t thought about it that way. Bringing up another woman as I kissed him would most definitely have upset me. “Sorry.” I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his mouth to mine for a kiss. He obliges, kissing me with the same fierceness that I’d felt between us last night. An urgency that makes me feel like he needs to be reminded that I’m only his.

Our kiss breaks and I slip out from underneath him. “Where are you going?” he growls.

I lift to my feet and stand on the plush area rug next to the bed, waiting until our gaze locks. Then I sink to my knees.

“Christ, Kate,” he exhales deeply. “I won’t last. You have no idea what seeing that does to me.” He rakes his hands through his hair as he comes to stand before me.

With painstaking slowness and deliberation to his movement, he winds the full length of my hair tightly around his hand until his fist is against my scalp. “Look up at me while you take it.”

My lips slide over his thick crown and I suck gently, fluttering my tongue in a circle. I wrap my hand around the thick base of him and slide up and down the full length a few times as I increase the suction.

“More,” he groans. “Take more of it.” The strain in his voice heightens my own arousal and my body swells in response. Jesus. I might be able to come without him even touching me.

I swallow more of him, falling short of taking him in fully, but enough so that the tip of him hits my throat. I flatten my tongue and run it along the underside, tracing his pulse on the thick vein that throbs as he grows even more hard and swollen.

“All of it. Take my cock down your throat,” he rasps, our gaze intense and locked. My eyes flutter closed as I open my throat as wide as I can and swallow the length of him down. My jaw strains wide and my breathing shallows as I struggle to catch my breath through my nose.

“Ah. Kate.” He swallows and makes a sound that borders on pain. “You on your knees … my cock down your throat …” his voice trails off.

Fueled by the effect I have on him, I can’t get enough. I feel greedy, my head furiously bobbing up and down as I suck hard, until I feel the change in him.

“Fuck … your mouth.” His hands fisting my hair still my head and then Cooper takes over. Ferociously thrusting into my mouth. Pumping hard and deep, each time hitting the back of my throat as I struggle to keep up with his primal need.

With a groan that roars, he wrenches from my mouth as his grip on my head loosens. “I’m going to come.” He attempts to dislodge and pull out, but I sink my nails into his ass and tug him back.

The words he mumbles as he releases into my mouth are inaudible. His body trembles as he empties into me and I struggle to swallow. It’s amazing how he can still remain semi hard even after such a powerful orgasm.

He stills, his breath finally slowing and then he reaches down and gently lifts me, cradling me in his arms as he returns to bed. There’s something so tender about the way he holds me only minutes after his actions were rough. Yet oddly, they both warm me the same.

The sight of Cooper Montgomery dressed in a crisp white shirt tucked into navy trousers that hang delectably from his narrow waist makes my mouth water.