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“I am not in love with him.”
“It looks like it.”
“Well, I don’t know what to tell you. But I’m not.” I look at the photos, and then I feel sick. “Who took these? How did you get them?”
“They were sent to me. I assume whoever’s been stalking you followed us to the lake house. I’ve already hired someone—”
“How long have you had them?” My chest feels tight.
“Just since this morning. I don’t know why they waited until now, but I only got them this morning.” He holds up his hands like he’s defending himself, and I must look as crazy as I feel. “I promise. I got an investigator on it immediately. Should have done it a long time ago, but I didn’t want you to get upset. But we have to now. You see that?”
“Yes… Oh my god… The lake house? How’d they even find us there?”
“I don’t know. That’s what they’re going to find out. I talked to the security team too. I want someone here personally. I want someone watching the house at all hours. With you and Lizzy in the house, we can’t be too safe.” His voice is raw, and I can see the worry in his eyes despite how angry he is about the photos.
“I agree.”
“You need to come clean with Madison too. She’s leaning on you and her family for help. You need to lean on her. They’re together, and they’re happy now. She can handle it.” Cooper gives me a meaningful look, and I know he’s right.
“She’s going to be pissed.”
“She’s going to be more than pissed.”
“Don’t sugarcoat it or anything.” I give him a grumpy look.
“I’m not in the mood to sugarcoat things.” He looks back at the pictures again, and I can tell he’s been on a low simmer about this all day.
“Who was the envelope addressed to?”
“Me.”
“So they did it on purpose. They wanted you pissed. They wanted you thinking this was something when it’s not.” I point to one of the pictures where Rob’s touching me.
“I mean, he’s got his hands on you. The two of you look like you’re locked in a pretty emotional conversation. Be honest with me, Trix. I just need to know so I can fucking process it.” I can tell Cooper’s holding back; his voice is calm, but his eyes say that he’s hurt.
“I told you that night. We were going back and forth about the fight you two had. I was telling him he was being immature.”
“This looks like a woman who still has feelings.” He holds up one of the photos, and I hear the subtle crack in his voice. “So what is it? Still carrying a torch for him but I’m a better fuck, so it’s best of both worlds?”
“You can’t be serious.” My jaw drops, and I turn to look at him. This isn’t the Cooper I know, and I can’t believe the photographs have rattled him this much.
“Oh, I’m dead fucking serious. You never look at me like this.” He tosses the photo down on the table.
“I’ve never looked at you like that because you’ve never acted like a petulant child. It’s been a long day. You’ve had a lot to drink tonight, and I think it’s warping your perception.” He steps toward me while I take a step back, until my ass hits the desk and his knuckles brush alongside my cheek.
“I had to celebrate my QB getting married. I only drank every time I was told to toast to their happiness. There was a lot of it to go around. Meanwhile, I had to watch you all night knowing these pictures exist.” He grabs me by the hips and pulls me up on top of the desk, some of the photos falling to the ground in the process. “The only consolation was knowing that I got to come home, take this dress off, and fuck you on top of them.”
His eyes go heavy, and a dark smile replaces the concerned look he’s had since we came in here. His hands go to his belt, and he undoes it, whipping it out of the loops with one hand and slamming it onto the desk next to me. His fingers tighten around it, and I can see the muscle twitch in his hand and the way his jaw moves in anticipation. I can feel my pulse in my throat and my mind, heart, and clit are all in disagreement with how we feel about this development—but they’re all throbbing to the same beat at least.
“Should have just taken you to the bathroom and fucked you over the sink.”
“Cooper,” I say his name softly, like I’m trying to calm a startled horse and it’s the wrong thing to do.
“No. You’re not getting out of this by whispering in my ear about how sweet I am. Saying my name all soft like you do. I know I’m good. I know I fuck you better than anyone ever has. Definitely better than anyone who shares my last name. I just want you to remember that while you beg for me. While I have this tight little cunt quivering around my cock, and I get your ass that perfect shade of red that we both love so much.” His hand wraps around my throat, and he kisses me roughly, making his way up my jaw before he pauses just beneath my ear. “Then you can say my name as much as you want when you tell me which brother you belong to.”
He steps between my legs, and I scoot forward and spread wider, desperate to feel him.
“Fuck…” I whisper when I reach out and palm him through his pants.
