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the punch landed hard enough to turn jason's head. for a moment all he tasted was blood. copper flooded his mouth as he stood there breathing through his nose , staring at the floor of bonnie's kitchen. bonnie's apartment. bonnie's home. the place where she'd let both of them in far more than either deserved. there were photographs on the refrigerator. a half-empty coffee mug sat beside the sink. a cardigan she'd left draped over a chair hung forgotten in the corner. all those little pieces of her life surrounded them while they stood there acting like animals.
something in him snapped. before cooper could say another word , jason surged forward and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. years of hockey training and raw strength took over. he drove cooper backward until his shoulders hit the wall with enough force to rattle the frame hanging beside them. the impact echoed through the apartment. jason had barely noticed. his blood was pounding too loudly in his ears. he could feel his pulse in his jaw , in his hands , in the ache spreading across his face where cooper had hit him. for once , there was no smirk. no joke. no smartass comment waiting to defuse the situation. he was genuinely angry.
" you don't get to stand there and act like i'm the bad guy, " he spat. his grip tightened against cooper's shirt. " you don't get to talk about her like she's yours. "
the words came easier now that they were finally out. maybe because he'd spent months swallowing them. months watching bonnie twist herself into knots trying to help cooper. months watching her make excuses for him. months watching her walk around with red eyes after nights she swore she was fine. jason had always been crude. loud. selfish. the kind of guy who made inappropriate jokes because sincerity made him uncomfortable. but somewhere along the way , things had changed. somewhere between late-night phone calls, fast-food runs , and afternoons spent doing absolutely nothing together , he'd stopped seeing bonnie as another person orbiting his life.
" she still cares about you , " he continued , his voice rough with frustration. " that's the part that drives me fucking crazy. she still worries about you. she still defends you. she still thinks there's something worth saving. and what do you do ? you make her cry. "
the accusation hung heavily between them. jason could picture it too clearly. bonnie disappearing into her room. bonnie forcing smiles she didn't mean. bonnie pretending she wasn't hurt because she didn't want to burden anyone else. every memory tightened around his chest until it was difficult to breathe. the worst part wasn't that cooper hated him. it wasn't that cooper thought he was some entitled rookie trying to take his place. the worst part was knowing bonnie would keep giving pieces of herself away until there was nothing left if somebody didn't stop it.
his grip loosened slightly as another realization settled over him. it hit harder than the punch ever could have. his entire life he'd expected people to chase him. his parents fixed every mistake. girlfriends called first. coaches bent rules for him. he'd spent twenty-something years believing love was something he received. something handed to him because he was charming enough , talented enough , important enough. then bonnie happened. and for the first time in his life he didn't want to be the center of somebody else's world.
he wanted to be there for hers.
the thought settled into place with startling clarity.
" i love her. "
the confession left his mouth before he could stop it.
for a second , neither of them moved. jason stared at cooper , hearing the words echo back at him. it was the first time he'd ever said them aloud. there was no taking them back now. no disguising them as a joke. no pretending they meant something else.
" yeah, " he said quietly, swallowing hard. " i love her. "
the truth felt terrifying. freeing. painful.
" i don't care if she never picks me. i don't care if she never loves me back. i don't care if i spend the rest of my life being nothing more than her friend. i just want her to be happy. "
his hand finally released cooper's shirt. " that's the difference between us. you think this is about winning. you think i'm trying to take something from you. i'm not. if you made her happy, i'd walk away tomorrow. i'd hate every second of it, but i'd do it. "
jason stepped back , chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly drained from his body. the kitchen suddenly felt smaller. quieter. every emotion he'd spent months avoiding sat exposed between them.
“ but you don't make her happy anymore. ” his voice softened then , somehow becoming more dangerous than the shouting.
“ and i'm not gonna stand here and watch you keep breaking her just because you're too afraid to let her go. ”
something shifted in the kitchen. it was subtle. not the kind of thing anyone else would've noticed. cooper straightened , rolling his shoulders as though preparing for another fight , but the swagger was gone now. the adrenaline was still there , still burning hot beneath his skin , but it had curdled into something uglier. heavier. that familiar feeling settling in his gut — the one that always showed up after the damage was done. the reminder that no matter how many times he promised himself he'd keep his temper in check , he'd always find a way to let it off the leash. his gaze settled on jason. the sneer had disappeared and in its place was something harder to read. it would've been easier if the kid had looked scared. easier if he'd backed down. cooper knew how to deal with fear. knew how to dismiss people like jason as spoiled , naive , too young to understand how the world actually worked. except he'd said it with conviction.
love. like it was the simplest thing in the world , like it didn't cost anything. and that pissed cooper off more than the punch ever had. because he knew that look. he'd caught it a hundred times. the way jason looked at bonnie. like she hung the fucking moon. like every room got brighter when she walked into it. truth be told , cooper couldn't even blame him. " everyone loves her , " he said finally , the words rough around the edges. “ she's bonnie. ” his jaw tightened. maybe saying everyone was easier than saying himself. maybe if he hid behind the crowd , it wouldn't sound so pathetic. he didn't know. hell , he didn't know much of anything anymore. he crossed to the fridge and yanked it open. empty. no beer , of course. the door slammed hard enough to rattle the frame. magnets clattered onto the floor. and just like that , he did what he always did when something got too close to the truth.
he lashed out. a humorless laugh escaped him. “ she's never gonna love you back. ” the words landed like a knife. “ you think i'm the villain in this story ? that i'm the only selfish bastard in the room ? ” he shook his head. “ you don't know a fuckin' thing. ” his eyes darkened. “ she lets me in. every single time. she opens the door. she answers the phone. she picks me up when i'm too stupid to stand on my own two feet. ” another bitter laugh. " and after every shitty thing i've done , every reason i've given her to walk away , she still stays. "
the jealousy was obvious now. ugly. poisonous. “ that's what you'll never understand. ” he stepped closer. “ you see the version of her that smiles at you. the version that lets you play hero. ” his lip curled. “ i get the rest. ” his voice dropped lower. “ i get the ugly parts. the angry parts. the parts she hides from everyone else. ” the words came faster now , crueler because he wanted them to be. because if he could hurt jason first , maybe he wouldn't have to think about how terrified he was. “ she might like you. hell , maybe she enjoys havin' you around. ” his gaze locked onto the younger man. “ but when things get bad ? when life actually sinks its teeth into her ? ” cooper tapped his chest once. “ she comes to me. ” the confidence sounded forced now. desperate enough to crack if anyone looked too closely.
“ because no matter how much she hates me... ” his throat tightened. “ ... she's never stopped choosing me. ”
it was almost funny to watch , the sheer size of cooper alone enough to make him stick out like a sore thumb amongst the aisle of the sephora . spoon is dipped into her cup of ice cream , plastic meeting her mouth with a decent bite of the cookies and cream she'd been picking over for the last ten minutes . " trust me , coop ⸺ even if it's the wrong shade i'm sure she'll appreciate the gesture . . . plus it's got the bunny on it , doesn't she love those ? " could've sworn she'd seen a couple floating around her instagram story , if that wasn't a sign she didn't know what was .
" okay , two scoops of ice cream is the absolute least you could do after you gave me that migraine dragging me through that bath and body works only to not even pick anything from there , " annoyance in her voice is only playful , free hand used to push the door open to a boutique jewelry shop , greeted by name by the jeweler stood behind the glass case . " now i need your opinion on something ⸺ you're a man so , i feel like you'd know better than me , " last bite of ice cream is taken before cup is tossed to the trash near the door , leading cooper towards an already arranged selection of designer wedding bands reflecting in their display. " i don't know which one beau would like ⸺ i mean . . . i know which one i think he'd like but , i don't know , i don't want it to be too flashy , you know ? " beau was never the type , always classy , looked expensive but never without taste . " i was thinking this one ? “ cartier d'amour band is plucked from the selection , held up to cooper's eye level so he could have a better look . “ i just ⸺ i don't know , ” she's audibly frantic , had already spent too much time mulling over the decision that now she was starting to second guess . ” he's gonna be wearing this thing every day i want it to match with a lot of his stuff but i also want it to look like ' yea . . . my wife got this for me ' , you know ? "
" she does , " cooper admitted after a moment , sounding almost thoughtful. “ i don't. that little fucker chewed through one of my jerseys. ” a visible shudder rolled through him at the memory. bonnie's rabbit had somehow declared war on him from the moment they'd met , and cooper was convinced the thing acted out of pure spite. " well , i was gonna pick somethin' from there , " he added , jerking his chin toward the store they'd abandoned. “ but you told me it was a shite idea. ” he stuffed his hands into his pockets , letting himself be dragged farther down the display while pretending he wasn't completely out of his depth.
" the disney fuckin' prince of willow glen , eh ? " he teased, glancing sideways at her. “ tell me , love , who spends longer on their hair ? him or you ? ” the joke earned him a look from a nearby employee. cooper immediately cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “ men don't like this stuff. ” he gestured vaguely toward the sea of jewelry cases as though the entire concept offended him. " cook him a meal. buy him tickets to a sports game. hell , let him win an argument once in a while. " he shrugged. " don't know the bloke that well , but i'd wager he'd be more upset you spent money on him than if you showed up empty-handed. "
even so , when she held the ring out again , he took it. the metal looked ridiculously delicate sitting in his rough , calloused palm. cooper turned it beneath the light , studying it with surprising care. “ hmm. ” his thumb brushed over the band. " if you want my honest-to-god opinion ... " his brow furrowed slightly. “ i think somethin' with a bit more texture would suit him better. ” he handed it back , gaze drifting over the rest of the display. “ somethin' that looks like it'd survive gettin' knocked around a bit. ”
the world tilted and suddenly she was suspended, her back against his chest, her legs draped over his forearms like she weighed nothing. the position was obscene—knees spread wide, cunt exposed to the cool air, her own slick glistening on her inner thighs. the angle was devastating. gravity did most of the work, her body sinking down onto that thick shaft inch by unbearable inch. bonnie's head fell back against his shoulder. her mouth opened. no sound came out—just a silent scream, her vocal cords frozen. too deep.
the head of him pressed against something inside her that made her vision spark. her cervix. the blunt, insistent pressure of it made her whole body seize. he dropped her the rest of the way. bonnie's scream was raw. nearly inhuman. her cunt clamped down on him in a series of fluttering spasms, trying to accommodate the invasion. she felt cooper groan against her spine when his hips begin to move. it wasn't slow or gentle. the same brutal piston rhythm he'd used on her throat, but now it was aimed upward, driving into her from below. no gravity. no leverage. just the strength of his arms and the relentless pump of his hips.
thwack thwack thwack.
his balls slapped her clit with every stroke. the sound filled the apartment—wet and rhythmic and utterly obscene. bonnie couldn't close her legs. couldn't do anything but hang there, suspended, while he used her. “oh my gooood!” the words tore out of her. she didn't recognize her own voice. didn't recognize the animal sounds coming from her throat. "please," she begged. “please, please, please—” please what? she didn't know. stop. don't stop. harder. slower. her brain had short-circuited and now she was just a body—a wet, aching, overstimulated body suspended in cooper's grip. her cunt clenched at the praise and she just felt him thrust harder.
“captain—” just for a moment bonnie felt his hips stutter. then he was fucking her faster, deeper, the head of his cock hammering against that spot inside her that made her see white. “captain. captain.” each repetition made her more feral. she felt his rhythm fracture, how his breath came in harsh pants against her shoulder blade. she could feel him swelling inside her—that telltale thickening that meant he was close but he didn't slow down. his cock hit her cervix again. hard. the pressure was blinding—too much and not enough all at once—and bonnie felt something inside her crack open.
“cooper!” her orgasm hit like a freight train. but it wasn't like the others. this one was wetter. her cunt gushed around him, hot liquid flooding down his shaft, drenching his balls, her thighs, the carpet below. she felt it happen—felt the release of it—and the sensation was so overwhelming that she sobbed.
the scent of her arousal mixed with the feeling of her juices splashing against his pelvis made him groan out in pleasure. he was almost there too—almost—but he pulled out, rubbing his shaft against her swollen pussy. the head caught her clit, and he chuckled when she twitched in his grip. cooper wasn't done. he pushed her down onto the couch and spread her legs open. gripping his cock, he slapped it against her pussy, rubbing the head around before repeating the motion. "dirty fuckin' whore," he growled, “makin' a mess.”
he didn't wait for a response. he slid inside her—finally. his cock buried to the hilt, a throbbing, full presence that made her gasp at the sudden stillness. a low, animal sound rumbled from his chest, his big hands grabbed her hips, hauling her body up and repositioning her with a roughness that cared little for her comfort. he wanted the angle, the view, the feeling. cooper admired the sight. the way her flushed, swollen lips stretched obscenely wide around the thick base of his shaft. his own thick girth, glistening with their combined wetness, disappearing into her. it was his. all his. he hooked his hands under her knees, pulling her legs up and apart, draping them over his broad shoulders without ceremony. the new position folded her almost in half, her ass lifted off the couch, her pussy completely exposed and vulnerable to his total possession.
then he pushed in. not a thrust—a slow, inexorable, deep invasion. he watched her face how her eyes flew wide, her mouth opened in a silent o as he kept going, deeper than before, deeper than what should have been comfortable, until the broad head of his cock met the firm, yielding resistance of her cervix and pressed—bruised—with his insistence.
“there,” he breathed, a feral grin curling across his face. “now we're connected.”
he started to move. this was a different kind of fucking. shorter, harder, deeper strokes with no escape. each drive forward hammered his pelvis against her ass; his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against her winking, untouched asshole with every powerful withdrawal and subsequent plunge. slap. thrust. slap. thrust. the lewd, wet sound became a metronome for their ragged breathing.
he looked down at her—at the perfect, round globes of her ass jiggling with his assault, at the red marks his fingers were leaving on her thighs, at the absolute wreck he was making of her pussy. a possessive heat, primal and urgent, coiled tight in his sac. “gonna fill you up,” he promised, the words guttural and thick with intent. his pace increased, became punishing—a relentless piston driving into her deepest, most sensitive core. “yeah? gonna pump you so full of my seed it leaks out of you for days. that's all you're good for, isn't it? this perfect, tight cunt, taking my cock, taking my load...” he was close. so close. the pressure built at the base of his spine, a white-hot coil of pure need. her inner muscles spasmed around him, a frantic, fluttering rhythm that pushed him right to the edge.
“FUUUUCK BONNIE!” he shouted into the empty apartment—and came inside her, spurts of hot cum flooding her insides. he collapsed over her, weight settling carefully as if instinct was the only thing keeping him from shaking apart. a rough exhale left him, breath still uneven. "fuck," he muttered under his breath, the word breaking more than it landed.
he caught her mouth in a hard, searching kiss first—then another that slowed, softened, like something in him had finally caught up to the moment. when he pulled back just enough, there was a faint, disbelieving laugh in his chest.
“fuckin’ hell, angel...” his forehead hovered near hers for a beat, his grip still steadying rather than letting go. "you okay?"
crossing the lawn in long , confident strides , cooper almost felt like himself again. there was something familiar about showing up uninvited with a stupid idea and enough nerve to see it through. he rapped twice against the door with his knuckles before stepping back , hands slipping into his pockets as he waited. the second ollie opened it , his breath caught just enough to betray him. " pilates payin' off , is it ? " he drawled , a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth while making absolutely no effort to hide where his eyes wandered before finding hers again.
“ got you somethin'. ” from behind his back , he produced a single carrot , complete with its leafy green top , holding it out with all the seriousness of a man presenting a bouquet. “ y'know ... just in case you need to ward off any horses. ” the smirk only deepened. “ figured it'd be more useful than flowers. ”
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the first thing she noticed was the bandage on his hand and the red mixed within the white. “dude, are you okay? who’d you beat up?” she moved swiftly off the bar top and over to the cooler where she grabbed a bottle of beer. she sat it on the bar and patted next to it. “i see you could use that more than i want to leave,” she said as she leaned against the bar on her forearms. “but seriously, do you need me to like re bandage that? i have a first aid kit in my bag.” she was always prepared for anything that may arise in the bar and at home; something she got real good at after awhile.
" don't remember , " he mumbled , words slurring together as his legs carried him to the bar on instinct alone. the stool scraped beneath him when he dropped onto it with a tired grunt , shoulders heavy , elbows settling against the worn wood. “ thanks , doll. ” he took a long , punishing swallow , letting the beer chase away the taste of blood and bad decisions before exhaling through his nose. “ yeah ... you'd do that for me ? ” his eyes found hers then , glassy around the edges but still searching. " pretty girls usually don't like gettin' their hands dirty. " a crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth , more self deprecating than teasing. " reckon they leave that to blokes like me. "
" i feel like shit. you've got your girl in there , mate. sorry. " he jerked his chin toward the house , its windows glowing amber against the night , the fire on the porch throwing enough warmth to fool anyone into thinking everything inside was okay. he rubbed hard at his eyes. fourth beer , maybe fifth. he'd stopped counting after the second.
" i'm six foot seven , i can handle it , " he muttered when merrick tried to reel him in , the words coming out more stubborn than convincing. after a long pause , his shoulders sagged. “ it's over. ” he dragged a hand down his face , jaw tight enough to ache. " and the worst part is ... i don't think she even knows how much i wanted it not to be. "
it wasn't that cooper had never lived on his own. he had. the difference was that he'd always had someone quietly keeping the wheels from falling off , usually in the form of a five foot something woman with an attitude problem who'd replace the empty milk , tell him to throw out expired leftovers , and somehow make his place look lived in instead of abandoned.
left to his own devices , things deteriorated fast. the fridge was proof enough. a guest could swing the door open and find exactly four things: beer , eggs , half a bottle of hot sauce , and a lemon he couldn't remember buying. he'd stare at the shelves for a second like the food might magically appear if he looked hard enough. " i don't fuckin' know ... " he muttered with a helpless shrug , rounding the kitchen island and scratching his beard. “ we could order pizza or somethin' ? ”
he didn't mean to stop in. that's what he'll tell anyone who asks. now there's a gangly mutt with one floppy ear pressed against the kennel door staring at him like they've known each other for years. cooper crouches , rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “ don't look at me like that , mate. i've barely got my own life together. “ the dog thumps its tail harder. he sighs heavily and glances toward whoever's nearby. ” think the little bastard knows i'm about to make a terrible financial decision ? ”
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anxiety had always lived inside bonnie. it settled over her shoulders like a rain-soaked coat that never quite dried, heavy enough that she forgot other people walked around without feeling its weight. it started somewhere beneath her ribs and spread downward until it pooled in her stomach, making every silence feel dangerous and every mistake feel permanent. the psychiatrist had looked at her chart for all of fifteen minutes before saying,
bonnie, you have depression. it's only going to get worse if you don't do something about it.
she'd stared at him then, wondering what kind of doctor could be so blunt. it wasn't supposed to be this way. she had done everything right. she went to college. she worked harder than everyone around her. she took every opportunity her privileged upbringing afforded her and turned it into something tangible, something she could point to and say, i earned this part myself.
some nights, though, none of it mattered. her phone buzzed on the coffee table and she picked it up without thinking.
coach griffin abruptly announces retirement after cheating speculation with lone stars pr manager. divorces from wife of thirteen years.
three and a half years old. three and a half years, and she still couldn't stop herself from reading it.
" fuck. "
the word came quietly , then louder.
" fuck! "
she threw the phone across the room, where it disappeared beneath the couch with a dull crack. by the time cooper arrived, she had already cried herself empty once. he didn't come for her, he came for his things: a duffel bag. some clothes she'd accidentally washed with her own laundry. a razor left in her bathroom cabinet. shoes by the front door. little pieces of a life they'd quietly built together before deciding they needed distance more than they needed each other.
she let him in without ceremony and neither of them spoke. california had only been a few weeks ago. everyone assumed she'd gone home to visit family. to see her parents. to play the role she'd perfected years ago: the successful daughter with expensive handbags and an even more expensive smile.
the truth had fit inside a hospital bracelet , inside the silence of a hotel bathroom. the truth had followed her home inside her suitcase.
cooper's back was turned as he knelt to zip up the duffel. bonnie watched him for a long moment before the words escaped her.
“ i can't. ”
" i can't. "
her voice cracked on the second one. it felt like trying to hold back the ocean with both hands.
“ i got pregnant. ” she didn't know why that was the sentence she chose. maybe because saying anything after it would make it real. he stopped moving. she looked at the hardwood floor instead of him.
“ i didn't know what to do. ” her fingers twisted together until they hurt. " i was scared. i was so scared, coop. "
her laugh was small and broken. " i kept thinking i'd tell you tomorrow. then tomorrow became next week. then i convinced myself i should wait until i knew what i wanted. "
the words came apart as quickly as they formed. “ by the time i went to california ... i woke up before my appointment. ” she swallowed so hard it hurt. “ there was blood. ” the memory arrived all at once. cold tile beneath her feet. white sheets ruined in seconds and the impossible amount of red.
the frantic belief that if she could just clean herself fast enough , none of it would be happening. she remembered sitting on the bathroom floor with a towel clutched between shaking hands , staring at nothing while the morning sun crept through the blinds. she remembered realizing there wasn't anyone to call. she remembered understanding before anyone had to tell her.
bonnie's knees buckled. she didn't fall gracefully. she folded in on herself the way children do when they're too overwhelmed to stay upright, sinking to the floor with clumsy desperation until she was curled there, shoulders shaking, hands pressed over her face as though hiding might undo it.
" i'm sorry. "
the apology spilled out before she even knew who it was for.
" i'm so sorry. "
she wasn't looking at him anymore. she couldn't. the words kept coming anyway. “ i tried. i swear i tried. ” her breathing hitched into something dangerously close to panic. “ i wanted to tell you. i wanted to tell you so many times. ” she dragged the heels of her palms against her eyes until the skin turned pink.
" i'm sorry. "
again.
and again.
like repetition could turn it into absolution. like if she apologized enough, maybe he wouldn't look at her differently. maybe he wouldn't think she'd failed him. maybe he wouldn't leave with his duffel bag and never come back. bonnie's head bowed lower until her forehead nearly touched the floor.
" i ruin everything. "
the sentence barely rose above a whisper.
" i couldn't even... "
she couldn't finish it.
the rest lived somewhere behind her ribs, too sharp to survive being spoken aloud. instead she looked toward him through blurred eyes, not like the sharp-tongued woman who always had an answer, but like a frightened little girl waiting for someone to tell her she'd be forgiven for something she never meant to lose.
cooper had come here without ceremony. just grab his things and leave. that had been the agreement after the argument, after all the shouting and all the things neither of them could ever seem to take back. he hadn't expected to mourn the place on his way out, but he did. it was cluttered in all the right ways. warm even when the windows were open. it smelled faintly of coffee and rabbit hay and whatever candle she'd burned into the walls. it felt like home in a way nowhere else ever had. it felt like her.
he was crouched by an open box when she spoke. for one suspended second, it was as though gravity had forgotten about him entirely. the words didn't register so much as detonate. they tore through his chest with the clean precision of a bullet, leaving behind nothing but ringing silence. she had carried this alone. she had buried it somewhere so deep that even he, with all his watching and worrying and stalking the edges of her life, had never seen it. the air vanished from his lungs. when he finally stood, it was clumsy, the room tilting beneath him. she was folded over herself like she was trying to disappear, and something old and instinctive took over before his brain ever caught up.
“hey. hey.” he reached for her wrists first, gently prying her hands away from her face. “bonnie. stop, angel. look at me.” she couldn't. so he didn't ask again , he simply gathered her up. lifting her was effortless, as if she'd always belonged there, tucked against his chest where every protective instinct he'd ever possessed screamed she ought to be. one hand spread across the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair, the other holding her so securely that nothing in the world could've pulled her away. "sssh," he murmured, rocking almost without thinking. “sssh, angel. s'alright. i've got you. i've got you.” the words felt pitifully small against something so enormous. his palm moved in slow circles between her shoulder blades, steady and patient. there was no captain now, no soldier, no angry bastard who broke furniture and picked fights because he didn't know what else to do with himself.
there was only bear. her bear. the one part of him that had always belonged to her. he could feel his own throat tightening, grief clawing its way upward, but he swallowed it down. there would be time for him later. this wasn't his hurt to carry first. he pulled back only enough to cup her face, rough thumbs brushing away tears faster than they could fall. "you didn't do anything wrong," he said with quiet certainty. "d'you hear me? not a bloody thing."
his forehead rested against hers. “angel...” the word cracked. he shut his eyes for a moment, willing himself to stay steady for her. “breathe with me, yeah? that's it. come on, baby. just breathe.” he drew in one slow breath himself, hoping she'd follow.
"in..."
another shaky exhale.
"out..."
his hands never left her. “you ain't carryin' this by yourself anymore.” and for perhaps the first time in his life, cooper riley meant every single word without needing to shout it.
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cooper has long since given up pretending the move is organized. half his life is still packed into mismatched cardboard boxes , each one labeled in thick black marker with deeply unhelpful descriptions like SHIT , MORE SHIT , and KITCHEN ? one particularly overstuffed box slips from his grip as he hauls it up the porch steps , spilling a tangle of hockey tape , old photographs , and enough loose batteries to power a small town. he stares at the mess for a beat before scrubbing a hand down his face. " right then , " he mutters dryly , “ any chance you've got a stronger back than me , or are ya just gonna stand there enjoyin' the show ? ”
open starter: the hideaway, closing time sunday night
closing the bar was honestly nadia’s favorite shift. she could play her favorite song on repeat for hours without someone trying to change it or tell her their wrong opinions about it. the song was blasting and she sat on the bar top counting her tips for the night. just enough to make rent but not pay for utilizes or food which she knows means that she was going to have to do more posting when she got home. she was in her own mind set that she almost didn’t hear the bell above the door indicating someone was coming in. she swore she locked it an hour ago but maybe not. she turned to look at the person walking in. “i am so sorry. we are closed and i must have been the idiot that forgot to lock the door. we should be back open tomorrow morning and if you tell the morning bartender what happened, we’ll get you a free drink on the house. does that sound reasonable?”
⋆◞⃕ accustomed to late nights , twenty-four-hour bars , and cities that never seemed to sleep , cooper still hadn't adjusted. in his opinion , the town practically tucked itself into bed the second the sun went down. every place worth drinking at seemed to lock its doors before he'd even decided whether he wanted another round. he was deseprate for a drink , now leaning heavily against the doorframe. his knuckles were wrapped in gauze , blood already seeping through in angry red patches. exhaustion weighed on him more than the injuries did. it showed in the way he swayed slightly on his feet and in the rough scrape of his voice when he spoke. " shit , love ..." his laugh was humorless , little more than a breath through his nose. “ that's sweet an' all , but i just need a beer. ” his head tipped back against the doorframe with a dull thud. for a moment he closed his eyes. " this town ... " he muttered. “ everythin' fuckin' closes so early. ”
jason dorsey had exactly one inch on cooper riley and he made damn sure everybody knew it. the moment cooper squared up , jason straightened to his full height , shoulders rolling back as he closed the remaining distance between them. standing toe to toe with a veteran player twice as respected and ten times as accomplished should have made him think twice. instead , it only seemed to encourage him. there was a smugness to jason that bordered on pathological. the sort of confidence that could only come from a lifetime of never being humbled when he deserved it. the grin spread across his face the second he saw cooper react.
there it was. that flash behind the eyes. that tightening in his jaw. the subtle shift in his posture that screamed he'd struck a nerve. jason felt a rush of satisfaction bloom in his chest. he hadn't been looking for a fight nearly as much as he'd been looking for confirmation , and cooper had handed it to him on a silver platter. " there it is , " jason laughed , pointing at him as though he'd just won some prize. " i knew it. "
his smile only widened when cooper didn't immediately back down. if anything , the tension made him more animated. jason had always been the kind of guy who poked at loose teeth just to see if they hurt. " can't even blame you , riley , " he continued , shaking his head with exaggerated understanding. " she's funny , she's cute , got a great pair of tits n'ass. " the smirk never left his face. if anything , it settled in deeper. because at the end of the day , jason wasn't trying to win the argument. he wasn't even trying to be right. he was trying to get under cooper's skin , and judging by the look on his face , he was succeeding beautifully.
jason made a crude gesture with his fist , pumping it up and down. " tell me cap , you need a little blue pill to get you going or do those pretty little eyes do enough ? "
⋆◞⃕ cooper moved before he even realized he'd made the decision. one second jason was standing there running his mouth , the next he was stumbling backward from the force of the shove. the television droned somewhere in the background , a laugh track from another room carrying through bonnie's apartment , but cooper couldn't hear any of it. all he could hear was the blood rushing behind his ears.
“ the fuck did you just say ? ” his voice was low and terrifyingly calm. he crossed the distance between them before jason could answer. a fistful of shirt bunched in cooper's hand as he grabbed the younger man by the collar and yanked him forward hard enough to nearly pull him off his feet. years of hockey fights had taught cooper exactly how to control another man's balance. years of being a kid getting into too much trouble had taught him exactly how much force it took to make someone understand they were in danger. " say it again , " he growled. “ go on. ” but jason didn't need to repeat himself. cooper had heard enough. he'd heard bonnie's name dragged through the mud. heard that disrespectful tone. heard the implication underneath it all. and something inside him snapped. the punch landed hard enough to turn jason's head. the crack of knuckles against bone echoed through the apartment and cooper felt it all the way up his arm. for half a second there was silence before he grabbed jason again , hauling him upright by the front of his shirt like he weighed nothing.
“ you little shit. ” the words hissed through clenched teeth. “ you think that makes you a man , huh ? talkin' about her like that ? ” another violent shake followed. “ you think because you're young and pretty and everybody's spent your whole life tellin' you how fuckin' special you are that you get to run your mouth about people ? ” his grip tightened. “ that's your problem , dorsey. nobody ever taught you there are consequences. ” cooper was breathing hard now , his chest rising and falling beneath the stretched fabric of his shirt. the anger radiating off him was almost physical. because this wasn't about him. it would've been easier if it was. he could take a hit. take an insult. take whatever jason wanted to throw at him.
but bonnie ? bonnie , who opened her home to half the goddamn team when they had nowhere else to go. bonnie , who spent her life fixing problems she didn't create. bonnie , who somehow still found reasons to care about people long after they stopped deserving it. and this prick thought he could stand in her apartment and talk about her like that. “ you don't get to disrespect her in front of me. ” the words came out immediate. absolute. another yank of jason's collar. " you don't get to talk about her like she's some fuckin' conquest. you don't get to reduce her to whatever pathetic bullshit is rattlin' around in that skull of yours. "
his jaw flexed. for a moment it looked like he might hit him again. god knew he wanted to. his fist was already clenched , already ready. but beneath all the anger sat something worse. something he hated. because jason had unknowingly touched the one thing cooper never let himself think about for too long. bonnie could leave. she could walk away. she could wake up tomorrow and decide she'd finally had enough of him. and cooper knew she'd have every right to. that's what made him dangerous. that's what made his stomach twist every time another man looked at her. his eyes darkened. " you wanna hate me ? " he asked. “ fine. get in line. call me a washed-up bastard. call me a fuck-up. christ , i've got ex-teammates sayin' worse.” he leaned closer , crowding into jason's space. “ but you don't ever talk about her like that. ” the words came out as a growl. “ because she's ten times the person either of us will ever be. ” then the truth slipped out before he could stop it. before pride could catch it. before common sense could drag it back down his throat.
“ and if you speak about my girl like that again , i'll put you through the fuckin' wall. ”
⋆◞⃕ cooper turned the tiny dior lip tint over in his massive hand like it was some kind of fragile artifact. honestly , for the price of it , maybe it was. the little bunny charm dangling from the side caught against his thumb as he inspected it again , expression pinched with concentration. “… this is it , huh ? ” skepticism dripped from the question. the tube looked ridiculously small sitting in his rough and calloused palm — like something made for a doll instead of a real human being. but the bunny ? yeah. he knew bonnie would like the bunny. cute little pointless shit always managed to win her over somehow.
his thumb brushed once over the cap before he glanced toward amara , narrowing his eyes slightly like he was still suspicious this entire shopping trip had been an elaborate setup to rob him blind. “ well , ” cooper muttered with a reluctant sigh , slipping the lip tint carefully into the sephora bag , “ i’m takin’ your word for it. ” then , after a beat , he pointed at her with mock seriousness. “ especially since i got you ice cream. ” another pause. “ double scoop too , by the way. don’t think that goes unnoticed. ”
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bonnie’s breath hitched the second she felt him there behind her — all heat and weight and looming pressure. bent over the arm of the couch, she felt embarrassingly exposed like this, skirt shoved up around her waist, the cool air kissing her skin while anticipation burned hot underneath it. cooper always did this to her. stripped her down to nerves and instinct. her fingers twisted tighter into the throw pillow beneath her as she arched back against him instinctively, desperate for more friction. the broad press of his cock between her thighs alone was enough to make her dizzy.
“fuck…” the word slipped out soft and wrecked. bonnie hated how easily he unraveled her. outside of this she was sharp edges and confidence and perfectly curated smiles — but here? like this? she turned molten. needy. trembling over almost nothing. her hips wiggled back again in a pathetic little search for more. “yeah,” she whispered breathlessly. “just thinking about it.” she swallowed hard, lashes fluttering shut. “thinking about how you feel inside me…”
a soft whine caught in her throat. “so fucking big.” the admission made heat crawl straight up her chest. she could already feel herself dripping with want, body reacting before pride could stop it. “please…” bonnie started automatically before catching herself with a shaky breath. “captain,” she corrected, voice sweeter now. filthier somehow. “please, captain.” her cheek pressed against the couch cushion as she looked back over her shoulder, eyes glossy and pleading.
“put it in already,” she whimpered. “need to feel you stretch me open.” another helpless little grind backward. “c’mon… don’t tease me now.” then quieter — almost embarrassed by how badly she wanted it: “and… spank me a little?” bonnie bit down hard on her lip afterward. “please.”
just for a heartbeat cooper went still. then a low chuckle rumbled out of him, dark and pleased, "say that again." his palm found her ass and kneaded. the kind of grip that said mine without needing the word. his thumb dug into the muscle, spreading her open. with a sharp intake of breath he hissed a smug observation, “you're dripping.” a sharp crack split the air before she could say another word. her ass cheek stung, the heat blooming outward, and her cunt clenched so hard it made cooper see stars. he'd spanked her. open palm, no warning, just the sudden smarting imprint of his hand. cooper made a sound low in his throat. “say it again, i dare ya.” another slap. harder. right over the same spot. the sting layered and deepened. cooper watched as her hips jerked forward, grinding against nothing, her pussy fluttered. "look at that," he murmured. he traced the edge of her underwear with one finger, feather-light. "every time i hit you, you wink at me."
he spanked her again. and again. each blow landed slightly lower, spreading the heat across her cheeks until her skin felt tight and hot and flushed. her skin bloomed in a pretty pink before deepening to rose, the faint outline of his hand printed on her. "shh." his palm soothed over the welts now, a brief reprieve. “you took that so well. let me see you.” she was bare and bent over the arm rest, her ass warm and stinging, her cunt exposed to him and the cool air. the blunt and hot weight of his cock was sliding between her thighs, not pushing in yet—just rubbing. the head dragged through her folds, collecting the wetness there, nudging against her clit.
"so fucking wet," he said. “this all for me?” the head of his cock caught at her entrance. pressed. not entering, just resting there. he chuckled when she felt her body tighten with anticipation. cooper spread her ass cheeks with both hands, thumbs digging into the sore flesh. he watched how her opening stretched to accommodate the crown of him, the way her slick glistened in the low light. only then he pushed. just the head. one slow, inexorable inch. "fuuuuuck." the word tore out of him, rough and husky, and his grip on her hips became bruising. his palm came down on her lower back, pressing her into the arm rest, keeping her bent exactly how he wanted.
"easy," he grunted. “easy, easy angel. you're so fucking tight.” her pussy lips clung to him. he spread her wider, watching his cock disappear inside her, and the visual seemed to undo something in him. "so fucking tight for me." his voice was wrecked. “look at you. such a good girl taking all of it.” his thumb found her asshole. the tight pucker clenched under his touch. he pressed—not breaching, just teasing, circling the sensitive ring of muscle with the pad of his thumb while his cock bottomed out inside her.
she was full, tretched past what should be possible. cooper's hips pressed flush against her sore ass, and for a suspended moment neither of them moved. then his shirt came off. the fabric ripped as he'd pulled it over his head, it landed somewhere in the corner of the room. his chest pressed against her back. hot skin. hard muscle. his breath was ragged against her shoulder, and when he thrust, it was slow. a long, dragging retreat, then an equally slow plunge back in. he was letting her feel every inch, letting her body adjust around him.
"that's it," he murmured against her ear. “that's my good girl. taking all that cock.” he groaned. thrust again. “you like that? being called my good girl while you're bent over with my dick inside you?” "you're also a filthy little thing." his teeth grazed her earlobe. “kneeling for me. begging for me. calling me captain like you know exactly what it does to me.” his hips snapped forward harder. her body rocked up the couch. his rhythm was still slow, still controlled, but the force behind each stroke had changed—more deliberate, more punishing.
"walking around with those big doe eyes," he continued, “pretending you're innocent. but i know what you are, bonnie. i know what you want.” cooper's hands slid under her knees and he lifted her. her back met his chest as he straightened to his full height, her legs hooked over his arms, her weight supported entirely by his grip and the cock still buried inside her. the new angle made him go even deeper—he wanted her to feel him in her throat, practically, that impossible thickness spearing upward.
his hips rolled. his balls slapped against her clit. the wet, obscene sound of it filled the room. "there you go," he grunted. “take it. take all of it.” cooper kept her suspended and helpless. every thrust drove him deeper. every slap of skin against skin made her cunt flutter around him, and he could feel the orgasm building already—a tight, insistent pressure at the base of her spine, her thighs shaking with it, her cunt gripping him tighter. cooper's mouth found her neck. "you gonna squirt all over my cock?" he adjusted his grip, thrusting inside deeper.
🏒 ﹕ ʚɞ jason genuinely enjoyed being a problem. not the accidental kind either — the deliberate, grinning, poke-the-bear-until-it-snaps kind of annoyance. he carried it like a talent. especially now that cooper’s spot sat open like fresh meat in the water. vacated. ejected. whatever word people wanted to use to avoid saying public implosion. either way, jason saw opportunity. and if getting under cooper riley’s skin came with it? even better.
bonnie’s apartment had unofficially become neutral territory for the team. players wandered in and out often enough that nobody really questioned it anymore. shoes kicked near the doorway. protein shakes abandoned in the fridge. hockey games muttering from the television at ungodly hours. jason showed up uninvited more often than most, usually because boundaries were more of a suggestion to him. thankfully, bonnie wasn’t home. that made this way more entertaining.
jason leaned against the kitchen counter with all the lazy arrogance money and good genetics could buy, eyes dragging toward cooper with poorly concealed curiosity. there’d been whispers for months now. too many looks between the two of them and way too much tension. the kind people noticed even when they pretended not to. “so are you two like…” he lifted a brow, pretending to search for the right phrasing before giving up entirely. “fucking?”
the word landed blunt and unapologetic, exactly how jason intended it to. subtlety had never really been his thing. he wandered toward the fridge before cooper could answer, attention snagging on an instax polaroid tucked beneath one of the magnets. jason plucked it free carefully between his fingers, studying it with a low hum.
“can’t even blame you, riley.” his grin widened slightly as he admired the photo. “she’s cute.” he tilted the polaroid toward the light. “like…dangerously cute.” then came the smirk. the inevitable smirk. “would’ve gone after her myself if she wasn’t apparently into older dudes.”
⋆◞⃕ bonnie’s apartment was warm in that dangerously domestic sort of way. soft lighting, worn blankets thrown over the couch , the smell of takeout and expensive candles mixing together in the air. neutral territory. the place everyone somehow ended up after games , fights , long nights. mostly because bonnie always had better snacks than the rest of them and an inability to tell people to get the fuck out. cooper had gotten used to it , maybe too used to it.
which was exactly why seeing jason dorsey in her kitchen like he belonged there made something ugly twist low in his stomach. the kid was everything cooper hated — loud , reckless , arrogant in that effortless way only younger men could get away with. worst part was , jason reminded cooper of himself before life sanded the edges down into something meaner. the shaker cup hit the counter harder than intended at the question. the protein powder rattled inside it violently. “ i don’t think that’s any of your business , mate , ” cooper answered , voice low and thick with that manchester gravel. controlled , barely.
he tried to let it die there but , then came the next comment. the alpha territorial bullshit. like bonnie was something to win. something to claim. and suddenly cooper couldn’t hear the television anymore , all he could hear was blood rushing hot behind his ears. because beneath the anger was the real problem: jason wasn’t wrong. bonnie could leave. anytime she wanted. she could walk out and choose somebody younger , easier , less fucking broken. somebody who didn’t carry around enough baggage to sink a ship. and the fact that cooper knew that — really knew it — made him vicious.
his hand shot out fast , snatching the photograph from jason before he even fully realized he’d moved. the taller man stepped in immediately after, chest to chest now , broad frame looming hard into jason’s space. years of hockey fights radiated off him instinctively. shoulders squared. jaw clenched. eyes dark.
“ fuck did you just say ? ” quiet. which somehow sounded more threatening than yelling. cooper’s fingers curled tighter around the photograph as he stared him down. the muscle in his jaw ticked once. twice. “ go on , ” he muttered , breath hot with anger. “ say it again since you seem so fuckin’ brave. ”
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