Love Sex & Other Games: Part 2 Read Online Free

really is.
    Her eyes drift over my chest, now bare. I chucked the shirt at some point in the middle of the night. I’ve never liked sleeping with one on. I don’t know how people can stand to be smothered that way, fabric twisted around them, constricting their movement. I did have the foresight to keep my pants on though. Again, gentleman.
    She takes her time checking me out with no attempt to hide how much she appreciates what she sees. Fuck if that doesn’t press all my buttons, turning me on, I mean, more than I already was. It’s really hot when a woman lets a man know she’s attracted to him. As long as he’s into her too. Which I am.
    Right on cue, her gaze lowers, pausing on my pitched tent. My Scout salutes her, jerking against my pants and begging for attention like the greedy bastard he is.
    No. Down, Boy .
    Her cheeks bloom with color and I expect her to kick me out of her bed or make a sarcastic remark to hide her embarrassment, so I’m surprised when I easily read the intense, fiery look in her eyes. Then, struck speechless when she says, “I want to jack you off.”
    Church choruses erupt inside my head.
    I open my mouth three different times trying to find a response to that. But all I can think is what a wonderful idea that is. Like, hands down, it beats out sliced bread. Maybe even the wheel. Definitely that banana-slicer thing.
    Em sits up, crossing her legs under her, and as she reaches for the drawstring on my sweatpants, I finally react. I catch her hands before they can make contact because once they do, I’m done. All self-restraint will be tossed out the window. There will be no way to tell her no. I can’t believe I’m able to do it now.
    “Wait, Ems.”
    “You have to pee? I’ve heard orgasms are more intense when you need to urinate. I learned it from a book and tested the theory—on myself, of course. It’s true.”
    Jesus.
    You know in old cartoons how a little angel and little devil pop up on each shoulder? That is literally happening to me right now. Little halo-wearing-Cooper on the left. Horny—I mean horned-Cooper on the right.
    Me: What the fuck am I supposed to say to that?
    Angel Me: Cooper, say thank you, but no .
    Devil Me: Hahahaha. Yeah, no. Do not say that, stupid .
    Me: What’s the worst that could happen?
    Angel Me: You move too fast and make things weird.
    Devil Me: There is no worst when you’ll have an orgasm .
    You know, the little devil makes a very valid point.
    Emerson reaches for me again and this time I sit up, pulling myself to the other side of the bed. “There is little I want more than you giving me a hand job—and those all involve other parts of your body doing other jobs to my body—but I don’t want to move too fast and fuck this up.” I rub my face, trying to put some conviction into my voice. “I like you. A lot. I like being around you. And as much as I want to do every sexual deed I can conceive with you, I don’t want to lose you either.”
    I lift my gaze to meet hers, worried what I’ll find, but once again she shocks me. She’s grinning, highly amused at the moment.
    “That is super sweet, Cooper. Really. Extremely gentlemanly of you.” See, told you! “And duly noted. Now drop your pants and let me play with your penis.”
    “Christ, woman.”
    “I explained this to you. When a girl wants to see it, she’ll ask. I’m asking.” She crawls across the bed, prowling toward me shamelessly. This is one of the hottest sights I’ve ever witnessed, even with her wearing fuzzy owl pajamas.
    “You’re not really asking,” I point out, my voice choked with desire. I’m losing the fight. Horribly.
    She stops beside me, sitting back on her heels. “Cooper,” she whispers, peering up at me through her lashes. “Can I pretty please rub your cock?”
    I honestly don’t know if she’s screwing with me now or not. At this point, I don’t care, either.
    She sighs. “Okay, then leave so I can play with myself. There was a whole