Uncut (Unexpected Book 4) (51 page)

He begins to convulse, jets of semen covering my hand. I tug his dick a few more times as the stream stops. My other hand grasps his hips, and I increase my pace as the sensations build twisting my insides. It only takes a couple more thrusts before I explode. I hold on to him tightly as his ass clenches me dry.

“I love you,” I finally say as I slip out of him, “but I’ll never forgive you if you fuck up and hurt her.”

He finally straightens up. I crush him against me taking his mouth, pouring out my love for him and hoping he doesn’t fuck us over.

“Hey, Matt. We decided to move Sunday dinner to Santa Barbara so you guys don’t have to travel this weekend or miss it. Call us, Son, we love you.” I repeat my father’s message one more time for Coop to hear it.

“Move it to our place, Matt. Your sister hosts those too whenever they want,” he suggests. “I’d rather have them here.”

“We’ll see.” For a man that doesn’t want to talk, he talks too much when I want silence.

“We get to host Sunday dinner?” Thea enters the room jumping into my arms. “It's like they've given us some kind of endorsement, isn’t it.”

“How much longer are we staying here?” Tristan asks and I want a remote control to mute him. “I have shit going on in Seattle, and I don’t want your brother riding my ass.”

“The only Decker that is allowed to ride your ass is me,” I warn him. “Until Wednesday night. I have that premier. If you have to, you and Thea can fly back with my family. But I liked the idea of bringing her to Cali often.” My attention goes to Thea. “You can talk to Pops, change your off day to Monday. Though we don’t need to stay in your house.” I make it clear that freeloading is not my intention.

“It’s your house too, Matt, and Malibu is closer to L.A. We own a house here and there’s no point staying at your parents’ place.” I grin at what he says—we own. Maybe I’m not giving him enough credit. “Now let's go in, have dinner and sex. With any luck she’ll agree to an all-nighter.” He grins at Thea

“Feeling lucky tonight, Coop?” She gives him a mischievous smile. Yep, we’re going to get lucky.

“I
t’s too early for visitors, isn’t it?” I start putting my swimming suit back on, while Matt’s trying to cool down. “Saturday morning, do you think your family is here? They better not be because I don’t have anything ready for tomorrow.”

My stomach starts to hurt; I should’ve done the shopping yesterday.

“Calm down, Martha Stewart. They are traveling tomorrow morning. It’s not them.” Matt kisses the side of my neck.

Coop disappeared as the doorbell buzzed, and he said he’d be right back, but he hasn’t returned. Matt and I stare at each other.

“Should we go and check who dares to interrupt our Saturday?” Matt hooks his arm with mine. “Maybe Coop has a pool boy, or a pool girl.”

We both laugh because that’d be so unlike Mr. Cooperson to keep someone on the side.

As we walk through the kitchen and enter the foyer, I spot her. Viviane Cooperson. Next to her stands a woman with a petite complexion, dark hair, and an elegant sundress.

“You still living with those two?” Coop’s mother asks.

Matt extends his hand to her and greets her. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Cooperson.” Viviane only stares at it. “As usual your manners astonish me.”

I chew my cheek, holding in the comment that it’s a Connecticut thing.

The younger woman who stands next to her gives a thorough glance to Matt and smiles wickedly. “Your taste in men has improved, big brother.” Her eyes then divert toward me, gazing at me up and down several times. Studying me. I’m thankful I slipped on a cover-up or I’d be considered some trashy tattoo whore now. Those dark eyes close up on mine and as she takes one step closer, her eyes widen. "Wow, don't you clean up nice," she says with an air of disgust. That’s the moment I register I’m thoroughly fucked up and not in a good way. Her eyes shift toward Matt, and her head angles. “Huh, seriously, MJ Decker?” The gaze shifts back to me, a wicked smile plastered on her red lips. “Is this like an upgrade? You’re fucking celebrities.”

I swallow hard. Did she recognize me? I’m at a loss for words. Fuck me all the way to Sunday. I shouldn’t have colored my hair back to its original shade. If I’m going out, I’ll have to use a hat and sunglasses. Hide. I’m so stupid. If this woman knows who I am, many will know too.

“Are they like white trash, Fey?” Viviane takes a step backward, while her gaze searches for an exit.

Yes, leave and never come back,
I want to say.

“White trash?” Matt glares at her.

“Yeah, he’s dating the drunk from the
kids’ channel
, and the bad boy of Without A Compass,” the sister says, making it clear she knows who I am
and
that she doesn’t approve.

“Is it true, Tristan Benoit Cooperson?” Viviane demands. “That the whore is a drunk?”

“Get the fuck out of my house, Mother,” Tristan orders, pointing toward the gate. “Neither one of you is allowed into my home until you learn to respect my family. That means my boyfriend and my girlfriend.”

Viviane slams a fist against the left side of her chest, gasping for air. But Fey smiles, a wicked smile that sends shivers through my body.

“Out,” Tristan repeats, lightly pushing them to the exit and disappearing with them.

“Did he just say . . . my boyfriend?” Matt’s voice cracks. “He fucking did.” He smiles and I hold him tight because for him this is it. The complete acceptance he’s been waiting for from Coop.

For a few moments I share his happiness, bury my worries about the bitch. But I can’t help fear that tomorrow my picture might appear everywhere, portrayed as the failed child star. The anxiety pulsates inside my heart, but I won’t tarnish Matt’s happy moment with it. Not today.

I watch my girl setting up the patio table. She looks breathtaking; that long dress defining all her curves and showing some of her butterflies. Let’s cancel this shit and head back to bed, but I don’t say that. Instead I reassure her, “Everything is ready, Butterfly.” I place the marinated meat in the outside fridge. “I told Coop that this was a bad idea.”

Thea chews on her lip as she stares at me with those magical eyes that hypnotize me. “No. I like that we’re hosting dinner, like we’re a real couple or you know, a unit.” She switches the centerpiece she made earlier today. “Seven people, are you sure? The plates . . . are they okay?”

“Yes, two couples and us. Gracie doesn’t need a place yet. Jacob is out of the country.”

“Matt, your brother is at the door—with his wife.” His eyes divert to Thea who growls and counts the place settings again. “I’ll help her set a couple more places.”

Thea is behaving out of the norm. Usually she doesn’t care as much if our plates match or the cutlery is set in the right spot. For today we bought a brand new set of dishes for twelve and same with the silverware. In case they have to come down here again. She’s planning on checking the penthouse, because we only have a few nice dishes according to her.

“Look at you with your Italian mansion.” Jacob is walking up the driveway toward the porch, hugging Pria with one arm and holding some white box with the other. “I guess you’re the househusband now, huh?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” I hug Pria and kiss her cheek. I shove him to the side. “Are you ready to dump his ass?”

“Hi Matthew. This is a pretty house.” She ignores my taunting; one day she’ll follow it, I know.

“Why are you here, Jacob?”

“Dad said we were having family dinner in Malibu, and I couldn’t miss it.” He scans the property. “So how’s the ménage à trois working?” He winks at Pria who shakes her head. “Come on, it fit and I said it perfectly, Twink. I could pose as a French native. We can look for a room and practice our French kisses too.”

“I’ll give you credit,” Pria says, switching her gaze to me. “He’s been practicing the phrase since Christmas when the three of you looked more official.”

We make it to the family room, and head to the outdoor kitchen where we’ve set up everything.

“I’m digging this.” Jacob looks around, and when he spots Thea, he smiles. “Yeah, I can see it now. A few broody boys.” Tristan shakes his head. “Hopefully a girl so we can spoil her, right Twink?”

“Anything I can help with, Thea?” Pria hugs my girl.

“Not much. I’m preparing the side dishes.” Thea waves and leaves for the kitchen.