Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

We spent the rest of the day moving our boxes into their designated rooms, and before I knew it, my stomach was grumbling and I could feel a hunger headache coming on.

“Should we order some pizza?” Cooper asked after unpacking a box full of old photo albums.

“It’s like you read my mind,” I said, giving him a grateful smile.

We ordered a couple of pizzas, one veggie and one pepperoni. As I organized the last box of the day, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cooper kneel down next to Aaron’s wheelchair. My heart squeezed, and I discreetly moved closer to them to hear what Cooper had to say.

I didn’t catch the first thing he said, but as I strained to hear him, I could just make out Cooper’s low and steady voice.

“I guess I just wanted to thank you for taking care of her all those years. She’s such a special person, and I want you to know that I will protect her, always.”

Hearing those words come out of Cooper’s mouth and watching him kneeling next to Aaron was almost too much for me to handle, and my vision was soon blurred by the tears welling in my eyes. Cooper was so much more wonderful than I ever could have imagined, and certainly more than I thought I deserved. After everything I put him through, there he was, embracing the man I considered to be my brother, welcoming him into his home and his life with more tenderness and care than I ever could have asked for.

I took a step toward Cooper to thank him, but just as I did, the doorbell rang and he rose to answer it. I smiled and went to Aaron’s side instead, crouching down where Cooper had just knelt. I took Aaron’s hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. Even though he couldn’t squeeze back, I knew that he understood what I was trying to say.

Cooper soon entered the room with two pizza boxes in hand. My mouth instantly started watering from the smell. The three of us sat around the table in our new kitchen, and Aaron’s nurse joined us to help him eat his slice. A small pang of guilt shot through me over no longer being the one to help Aaron, but I knew that the small separation would be good for us. I still loved him just as much as I always had, but it was time for me to lead my own life.

While we ate, Cooper and I chatted with Aaron’s nurse. I could tell already that she would be a perfect fit. And based on the way Aaron’s face lit up whenever she looked at him, I could tell that he liked her too.

Soon after we finished eating, Aaron grew tired, as he usually did after dinner. His nurse wheeled him to his bedroom to get ready to sleep.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

I smiled. Maybe this move would work out after all. Aaron had a schedule, and based on the fact that he was already following it, even on our first day here, it was clear that he would have no trouble adjusting. I was happy not only for him, but also for Cooper. I’d been worried that living with Aaron would cramp his style, but I could see now that this new arrangement would work out just fine.

With Aaron gone, it was just Cooper and me at the table. I watched him as he finished his glass of water, a slow smile spreading across my face. He looked up to find me watching him, and he shot me an inquisitive smile.

“What’s that look for?” he asked, raising one eyebrow and cocking his head to the side.

“You’ve been amazing today,” I said, my voice low. I placed my elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit, aware of the way the position complemented my breasts.

“Oh, have I?” Cooper smiled and placed his elbows on the table too, mirroring my body language.

We locked eyes, and I remembered what he had said to Aaron earlier. I’d meant to say something to Cooper, to thank him for being so kind and welcoming to the other important man in my life. But as those thoughts ran through my mind, I felt a familiar tingle of desire spread through me, and suddenly I knew exactly how I wanted to reward him.

“Follow me,” I said.

Before he could respond, I stood up and grabbed his hand to lead him to the suite he’d designed just for us. When we reached the bedroom, I closed the door behind us. A quick glance at his crotch confirmed my suspicion that his cock was growing harder by the second, a visible bulge appearing behind his zipper. He leaned in to kiss me, but I only allowed his lips to briefly touch mine before I sank to my knees and began to unbutton his jeans.

“You’re spoiling me,” Cooper said, placing a gentle hand on my head and softly caressing my hair.

“No, I’m rewarding you.” I pulled his massive cock out of his pants. No matter how many times I encountered it, the sheer size and girth of his manhood always took my breath away. Without waiting another second, I ran my tongue over the length of his erection, and his cock twitched with desire in response.

“Fuck, little dove,” Cooper whispered, moving his hand to the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair.

I interpreted his touch as encouragement and took his tip between my lips, swirling my tongue around it with varying pressure. Cooper sighed, and his cock quickly grew to its full hardness, just in time for me to take its length in my mouth.

Placing one hand at the base of his cock, I pumped my mouth back and forth over his shaft, working into a rhythm that I knew would only make him want more. I let Cooper’s moans tell me when I was doing something right, and relished the feeling of pleasing the man who had done so much for me-both sexually and personally.

Before Cooper, I’d thought that blow jobs were demeaning, but with his giant cock in my mouth, making him groan with pleasure, I’d never felt more empowered-or more convinced that I was exactly where I needed to be.