Heart and Soul

Heart and Soul Chapter 6

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6

Cooper

(Seven months after I met Don)

Cooper and Corey were leaving for Nashville after coffee. Larry wasn't going with them. I could feel his sadness for not being able to join them. He vowed to the table that by next summer, he would make sure things were in place for him to step away from the store. He groaned that it had been far too long for him to take time off to enjoy a vacation. He and Cooper had managed to go see his father and brother, but that wasn't a "fun" vacation as far as Larry was concerned.

Larry's situation with his family wasn't much different than mine. There was the reality of being relatives, but not much love shared between everyone. Visits were obligations. And that reminded me that I should go back to Oklahoma at some point.

As Don's sister lived in Nashville, he offered Cooper some recommendations on things to do in town.

"So, Cooper, last week you were telling us about your ex-wife's upcoming wedding. Did that all turn out okay?" Don asked.

"It was lovely. I was so happy for them." Cooper turned to Corey. "Don't you think so?"

"What do I know about weddings?" Corey said blankly.

Cooper's expression clearly conveyed to his son that he needed to be more respectful and that surly teenager moments were not appropriate in public.

"Yeah. It was fine, I guess. I hated wearing a tux."

"I can relate to that," I said. "Even being in a suit gets old after a little while."

"But Corey looked soooo sharp," Larry said. "He and his girlfriend were so cute together."

"Tell me about her," said Don.

I listened to my partner and the son of my ... best friend ... share a moment. It never occurred to me how important Cooper had become. We had both expressed feelings of thanks for our awkward meeting and how we entered each other's lives, particularly around the holidays, but I couldn't imagine not seeing Cooper once a week. With my retirement, I didn't see people every day. Even with Don, there were days that I would just sit at home. I needed to see Cooper — and Larry and Corey. Don had become so involved with committees and causes. Surely there was something in me that I could find a passion for.

"Cooper, what was it like to see your ex-wife get married?" Don asked. "Was that difficult?"

"Not at all. It was the people in attendance that was the hard part."

"What do you mean?" Corey asked.

Cooper got quiet. He didn't want to say anything; I could tell.

"Son, your mother and I were a couple at that church for about twelve years. I could feel ... let's just say some of them were a little frosty. They didn't want me there."

"That's terrible!" his son said. "What did they say?!"

"It's not what they said. It was their body language. It was their tone. It was their looks."

"People suck."

"Not everyone. The best man was awesome. The most important thing is that your mother and Daryl were very happy — and they wanted Laramie and me there. That's what mattered."

"I'm sure those judgmental people made it a tough day," I said.

"No, Emory. It was fine. I loved yesterday. Seeing Nat and Daryl at the front, it just made me realize ... I was very moved watching them and knowing I was now with the person I was supposed to be with."

"Is that why you said, `I love you more than life itself' during the ceremony?" Larry asked.

"Oh, that sounds like my dad. He's so mushy," Corey said, rolling his eyes.

"I think it is delightful. How wonderful that you can be so happy for your ex-wife," Don said. "You're a special person, Cooper."

"Whatever," Corey groaned.

—

Don flipped the grilled cheese sandwiches in the skillet.

"I think it is wonderful that Cooper could be so happy at his ex-wife's wedding," he said, nudging the bread closer to the center.

"He's a very nice man."

"I always love a good wedding."

"Did you have to bring up talk of Paris and cruises?! It almost sounded like you were planning a honeymoon for us," I complained.

"Would that be so bad?"

"Don! You know how I feel about-"

"I know. I know," he said, cutting me off. "But I could only be so lucky, Emory Pike."

He lifted the corner of the sandwiches to check on the brownness but felt they needed another minute.

Soon, we both sat down with sandwiches. I ripped open a bag of cool ranch Doritos.

"It's funny. While at Joe, I realized Cooper was my best friend. Just over a year ago, I didn't even know him, and now ... he's one of the most important people in my life." I looked at Don. "You're my partner, of course."

"I'm not jealous. I love your friendship with him. Our friendship, I suppose. Through you, I get to stare at those beautiful men every Sunday."

"If I hadn't spilled coffee all over Cooper's leg ..." I stared at Don. "... I'm not sure what my life would be like. Cooper really helped bring me out of my isolation after Gene. I'm not sure how, but just talking with him helped me ... find myself ... I guess."

"Weren't you the one at Verlin's funeral that said talking to a therapist was a waste of time and money?"

"Cooper doesn't charge," I said, smiling.

"He's so dreamy. Can you imagine being married to him? What would it be like to make love to that gorgeous male?"

Ohhh, fuck.

Two nights before my 65th birthday, I texted Cooper. "Call me if you are free."

He called. "What's up?"

"Well, you ... uhhhhh ... said you wanted to give me something for my birthday. And, well ..."

"I'd love to. What is it?" Cooper asked.

"I think you will say no."

"How expensive are we talking?"

"Ha. Zero. Nothing."

"I don't follow."

"For my birthday, my gift would be for me to give you something."

"I still don't follow."

"You're going to say no, but ..."

"Emory, spit it out."

"I'd like to give you a round of loud sex."

I knew that would throw him. He had confided over coffee that Mitchell always asked that their sex be quiet. I so wanted Cooper to see how gay sex could really rock. But I figured he wouldn't go for it. Casual sex wasn't in Cooper's comfort zone. I had figured that out.

He coughed, sounding like he was choking on a beverage. "What??!"

"After our talk Sunday, I thought what a perfect gift it would be for you to have a chance to have loud sex once."

"How on earth would that be a gift for YOU?"

"It's what I want."

"Emory ... I'm sorry. I'm not a friends-with-benefits guy. It's not me."

"I know. I would just like you to enjoy it once. No strings. Just the experience. I'm not going to fall head over heels or anything."

"That's ... that's kind, I guess, but I'm sorry. It's not me."

"I understand. Just wanted to make the offer. I'll leave it out there for you to consider."

"A gift card won't do, huh?" he laughed.

"Just forget it. I figured you would say `no,' but I ... I knew it would make me feel good to see you get one more gay experience on your checklist that you feel seems to be lacking. That's why it would be a gift to me. But I'm sure just contemplating it with someone my age is a total turnoff. I knew it was a longshot."

"That's not it, Em. Regardless of your age, I still think you are a handsome man. Please don't take offense on that end. That's not where I'm coming from."

"All right." I wasn't hurt, but there was probably a tinge of disappointment.

He asked about my plans, seeing that I had my retirement and birthday coming up. I explained that my retirement party would be a bigger event later in the month.

After we hung up, I wondered what Cooper thought of me. Did I come off as a dirty old man? Does someone 65 and someone 40 seem that unrealistic? But Cooper was a romantic. He wanted to feel real love with someone before getting intimate. Friendship wasn't enough.

—

"Hey, I don't know your address, but I have a card for you. Care to have dinner?" he texted me.

"Alayna and Doug are about to pick me up. How about going out for drinks later?"

Realization set in. What had I just done?? Cooper was an alcoholic. I panicked.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I'll call after we wrap dinner. Maybe we can do a dessert or something."

Damn. I felt terrible for doing that. I hoped Cooper wasn't offended. He had become such a good friend. How could I have made such a careless mistake?

I had already freaked him out by developing a crush on him two months ago. We got past that, but ... how many screwups can he forgive?

Dinner with my friends was fantastic. Their youthful enthusiasm helped me not dwell on the fact that I was 65.

I returned home in a good mood. Fifteen minutes later, Cooper was on my porch; I answered the door.

"I'm stuffed actually, but ... maybe share a sundae?"

"Sounds fine," he replied. He didn't appear to be put off by my comment.

No one at Caramel Moo seemed to care that two grown men were sharing a sundae. We weren't important enough to even wonder what the dynamic was between us. Father and son? Couple? Brothers? Brothers, ha. We were 25 years different in age.

Overall, I had been having a nice birthday. The dinner with my friends was excellent. I was thankful that Cooper encouraged me to reconnect with friends Gene and I had shared and told him so.

Back at my house, I opened Cooper's card. It wasn't a funny card. It spoke of how important friends are. I was touched. It was no wonder I developed a crush on him weeks ago.

"Is it silly to be thankful that I poured coffee down your leg?" I asked. "You've become a good friend. I appreciate you, Cooper."

"Same here. You've been a nice addition to my life this year."

"I feel the same. I still miss Gene. Sometimes a lot. I guess I have accepted it well enough, but ... I did love him so much. I'm glad Doug and Alayna took me out. From time to time, specific days can hit you more than others. His birthday is tougher for me than Christmas." I paused, thinking how much I had isolated myself. "Some rekindled friendships and a new one like yours has helped. Thank you."

"Well, I'm glad it was a good birthday."

"All it is missing is birthday sex."

"Emoreeeee..."

"Are you sure you don't want to give me that gift?" I said with a wry smile.

"I gave you half a sundae."

We laughed.

I brewed some coffee. We sat on my couch with hot cups of decaf.

"I'm kind of surprised you even own decaf."

"From time to time, I like a mug before bed."

Cooper asked me to tell him some of my favorite things about Gene. I got up and managed to gather some pictures and keepsakes. I guided him to certain places in the house where I could tell stories. Afterward, I asked him about the good months with Mitchell. He had several moments he was able to share. Deep down, I hoped Cooper and Mitchell could work it out, but I wasn't sure if it could happen.

Neither of us shared anything sexual, but we both shared some romantic memories. Mitchell sounded like he had some nice qualities. I just couldn't fathom why he would ever cheat on what I considered to be the perfect man. We both sat our mugs down at the same time. Our fingers grazed against each other. It caused our eyes to meet. We didn't say anything. I didn't have to say anything. He knew my offer was still on the table.

"I can't," he whispered.

I grabbed his hand. He looked down at it, then he looked at my face. I tried my best to make puppy dog eyes. I knew he didn't want to have sex with me, but I really did think — deep down — it would open his eyes to new things.

"No strings. No mixed signals. Just a sex class in a way. For you. And it would mean the world to me."

"I ... I ... I just can't. Without the feelings there, it isn't in my wheelhouse. I mean ... I love you as a friend, but it just doesn't seem right to me."

"Okay. No pressure." I let go of his hand. "But the best gift to me would be to hear you really letting loose. Be as loud as you want. Scream your head off, Cooper. It would be one more step into the gay world."

He chuckled. I could tell he was trying NOT to think about it, but his subconscious was debating if it would really help him be a better gay man. I felt guilty for causing him this indecision, then I noticed his bulge. The back of my fingers carefully grazed his confined crotch. I didn't always achieve an erection nowadays, but Pedro liked that.

"You're thinking about it."

The two of us stared into each other's eyes for two minutes. We said nothing. He knew he shouldn't do it, but he allowed his mind to be intrigued. He knew there was no way he could do this, but something in him wanted to see. He wanted to know what it was like to be loud. My green eyes were still locked to his as the internal debate conflicted him. There was something in his eyes that convinced me he had talked himself into it.

"No kissing," he said.

I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

"Don, I – I feel I should tell you something."

"Okay."

I hated starting this conversation, but something told me I needed to.

"I don't ever want there to be secrets between us. None."

He nodded but now looked concerned.

"This may not be easy to hear, but I ask ... I ask you to keep this in confidence. After I tell you something, I need you to promise you won't ever speak of it to anyone."

"No kissing on the mouth," I said as I started unbuttoning his shirt.

He was in disbelief it was happening. He was questioning everything. I should have stopped. I was beginning to wonder if I was going to hurt him in some way. I never wanted to cause Cooper pain. His shirt slipped from his shoulders. He was now bare-chested. He looked beautiful, but he stood still. I was about to ask him if he wanted to stop, but his look indicated he had committed to this. But he could have changed his mind at any time, and I would have stopped. My fingers unfastened the button on his pants. The zipper went down over his bulging hard-on. I slipped his pants over his hips. His briefs were so stretched out from his concealed erection. I groped his dick through the fabric with one hand. My other hand reached for his hand, and I placed it on my own crotch. He felt Pedro, who gave him a hard hello. His fingers started tracing my rigid penis within my shorts.

He didn't say anything. I didn't say anything.

My fingers slid inside his briefs on both sides of his waist. I used my hands to stretch the waistband and lower them below his crotch. He reached down to pull them completely off. As he stepped out of them, I held his cock in my grip. It felt so good. I hadn't held a man's cock since Gene's. I wanted to do this for Cooper, but it was doing something for me. My heart was beating faster. My breathing was getting heavy. Pedro was doing pushups.

"You're scaring me, Emory. But ... anything. You can tell me anything. I promise."

"I just don't want anything to change. Please. I beg of you. Don't let anything change."

"I swear. I promise," Don assured.

I gently stroked Cooper's cock; My fingers gracefully caressed his skin with a light touch. My other hand roamed over his chest. As confused as he was, a new look came over him. It almost seemed to be the look of bravery. He was hard. He was willing. He was committed.

I pulled down the cover atop my bed. He watched me undress. We stared at each other naked. I worried he would be turned off by a man in his 60s. He didn't seem to be affected by that. I wasn't sure what his view of my body was, but his was glorious. I somehow felt extremely fortunate to be in this position. He fixated on my penis. I wondered if it was the first uncut dick he had ever seen.

I went around to the other side of the bed and dimmed the lighting. We could still see, but it was the lowest setting. I stretched out on the bed. I reached over with a welcoming arm, beckoning Cooper to join me. Pedro stuck up and slightly to the side, but Cooper's cock pointed north like a compass. He was convincing himself to continue.

"...nervous," his mouth barely said.

He moved into my outstretched arm. I wrapped both my arms around him and hugged him tight. He held me in return. I pushed his erection into his hip. He began grinding his dick into my body. If that was all we did, I would have been thrilled. But the point of this whole encounter was for Cooper to have a chance to be loud.

I rubbed my trimmed goatee into his jaw.

"You feel nice, Cooper," I said. But I wanted this to be right. "Are you okay?"

"I honestly have no idea. I'm just going with it."

I chuckled and moved my face down to his crotch. I swallowed his pole. Not since Gene — not in more than three years — had I feasted on the succulence of hard cock.

"I need to know you will never mention this to Cooper — or anybody! But ..."

"Emory, you're trembling."

"Oh, Don. I wish this had never happened. It was ... an odd moment."

"Tell me."

"Don ... Cooper and I have had sex."

Cooper lightly moaned.

"Don't hold back, Cooper. Let it out."

I sucked his hardness for a couple of minutes. As Cooper got louder, I did too, moaning into his cock to make it vibrate. It was a skillful blowjob — a talent I always considered to be one of my best. He reached over and grabbed my bouncing dick. As he pulled on it, I knew he was noting the difference of my foreskin and his own penis. I was a toy. I loved being a toy. It made me leak pre-cum.

Cooper was groaning. It was what I wanted. If I wanted him to be loud, I knew I had to participate as well. I took my mouth off his rod.

"I like how you are feeling my cock, Cooper. It's nice." I moaned, closing my eyes in pleasure.

He stroked me harder, still analyzing the stretchy skin on my dick.

Cooper took charge and changed our positions to where we could 69. I immediately responded, "Ohhh, yeah." Both of our faces dove in. There was cock swallowing, cock slurping, cock sucking. And it came with all the sounds and groans I wanted to hear Cooper enjoy. His hand groped my hip, my back, my butt cheek. My fingers drifted up and down his ass crack. We didn't stop. Male lust had consumed him. It consumed both of us.

"Yeah, Cooper. You are sucking me sooo good. You make me hot," I said in a deep rasp, taking my mouth off his cock.

He hummed into my cock as his response.

"Keep sucking me. Oh man. Oh yeah," I groaned. "Yes, Coop. Suck me. Suck me harder."

He did. His tongue licked my foreskin, then he moved to my balls.

"Fuck yeah," I said. Then he slurped on my cock some more.

Cooper seemed to have abandoned all his hesitation. His blowjob was incredible. I respected his skills.

"Cooper, we should slow down."

"What? Why? What's wrong?"

"Nothing. It's awesome. I just don't want it to end too fast. I need you to fuck me."

And then he hesitated.

"You- ... when- ... " Don was stunned. "Really??"

"Yeah. It was a year ago. It was ... it was sort of crazy. I'm not sure I can explain it."

"What all did you do?"

Thoughts of fucking changed Cooper's outlook.

I rolled on top of him. We held each other. Our hips gyrated into each other. Our fingers threaded each other's hair. I had less, but he still combed his fingers through it. My mouth was all over his neck. As I let my entire weight lie on top of him, Cooper seemed to calm as if influenced by a weighted blanket. His index finger explored and roamed my ass. He poked gently at the target.

"That's it," I whispered in his ear. "Fuck me, man. You deserve a good, loud fuck."

I got off him and lunged to open the drawer of the nightstand to remove a bottle of lube. I grabbed a towel from there as well.

He fumbled for the bottle. Then I handed him a condom.

"I hope this is okay," I said, hoping it wouldn't kill the mood. I came of age during the AIDS crisis. It was instilled in me.

He looked at me. He didn't question it. Cooper ripped open the package and slipped it on. He coated it in lube and then dripped some lube into my crack. He wiggled his finger inside me and opened me up. It was euphoric. It had been so long. I groaned, thrilled at the sensation.

His penetrating finger wriggled inside me, sending pleasurable shockwaves through me.

"Fuck me, Cooper. Fuck me, man!"

He moved above me. His dick was right at my hole. Cooper's hesitation had left him. He wanted inside me.

"Oh, God! Yes!" I screamed as his shaft entered me. I groaned loudly, surprising Cooper.

He started thrusting his cock in me. I hadn't been fucked since Gene; perfection. Cooper's dick was a comfortable size. I groaned at the sexual stimulation. It felt so good. Cooper was propped on his elbows, sliding his erection in and out. I loved watching him. He moaned lightly. I, on the other hand, groaned to where the neighbors could hear.

"Let me hear you, Coop."

He moaned louder.

"That's it. Does it feel good?"

"FUCK YES!" He called out.

I laughed. It pleased me that this was working out the way I had intended. Cooper was loud. He was loving it; I could tell. The fact that I was too was a bonus. Both of us groaned and grunted in our sexual bond.

"Oh, Emory. This is good. It feels good to be loud. YEAH."

"Yes. It does. Keep fucking me. Fuck me as hard as you want."

"Well, we kind of did everything."

"Wow!"

"Well, I was the bottom. I felt that was appropriate. It – it really was ... I can't explain."

"Was it good?" Don asked.

Cooper rammed his crotch into my willing ass. We were animals. Pawing, barking, grunting, sniffing, howling, panting. The screaming kept me hard. I locked my arms around his, gripping his forearms. Cooper's rhythm stayed consistent, sliding in and out of my hole. He groaned. Loudly. He screamed. Loudly. I loved seeing him this way. He was an incredible lover once he allowed himself to unleash.

He leaned down to kiss my neck. He had said no kissing, but that wasn't really kissing. His lips were on my shoulder. He moved his mouth to my ear.

"My cock feels amazing," he whispered into it.

"Fuck me," I whimpered. "Fuck me," I whined. "Cooper, fuck the hell out of me," I pleaded.

His thrusting was harsh. I loved it. My groans cheered him on. He was getting close. He had been at it for a while, the intensity was building.

"Oh, Emory..."

"You gonna come?"

"Yeah. Oh, Emory, yeah." he screamed. "UNGH!! I'm coming!"

"It was ... yeah. It was fucking amazing. It was the first sex since Gene, so ... that was probably part of it. Plus, there was this lesson ... aspect ... to it. It was everything it was supposed to be."

"Supposed to be?"

His dick was a piledriver plowing into my body. He yelled and screamed through his orgasm. I squeezed his arms tighter, groaning as he came inside me. His body shoved one last time, then shuddered at the final release.

He collapsed to my side.

I ripped the condom off him and tried to lick up drops of cum that were still on his dick.

"Come on it, Emory. Come on my cock. Come on me," he directed.

I was delighted that Cooper was still into it even after he came.

I straddled his right leg. My fist gripped my hard-on and yanked it firmly. My breathing was increasing. I was panting. I could feel the nerves in my cock riding the waves of pleasure I had been experiencing elsewhere in my body. I jerked hard. I gasped for air, barely saying the words, "I'm gonna come."

I aimed my cock right at his dick. Pedro didn't always fire bullets, but there was distance — for me — in my release. The sticky cum made us both moan, him for feeling it and me for releasing it.

"Yeah, man. That's it."

After a few spurts, I stopped coming. I hovered above Cooper, panting.

"Wow." I lay next to him. "Wow."

We were still and quiet except for our breathing. For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. We listened to the quietness following our encounter.

Realization of what he had participated in started to overtake him. I became worried again.

I reached for his hand. "How freaked out are you?"

"Getting there," he said, looking like he was about to panic.

"It's what I wanted. Thank you for my gift."

He smiled momentarily. "Happy birthday."

"You said no kissing, so I'll just do this."

I placed my face at his crotch and started licking cum from his penis and balls. Realization hit me how beautiful this man — 25 years younger than me — was and what we had just amazingly done. Then I grabbed the towel and wiped him down further.

"You are obviously welcome to stay the night," I offered.

"Uhh. I think I should go."

"I get that." I grabbed his face. "It really was a great gift, kiddo." I kissed him on the cheek. "So how was it?"

Cooper thought about everything that happened. "Fun." He seemed to analyze his performance and the quality of our encounter. "Actually, very fun. I liked being loud. A lot."

I smiled and chuckled. And that was the point.

"I know this took some courage. And willingness. Don't let it freak you out. I'm not head over heels for you. It was just this one time. Okay?"

"I'm not sure that helps my conscience," he said rolling over, looking at me. He held my limp dick as he confessed, "I can't be a friends-with-benefits guy."

"Nor do I expect you to be. You gave me the gift I wanted. It was just today. That's all. Please don't let yourself get all worked up."

"He got all worked up over it, but it was sort of a night with purpose."

"Purpose?" Don said, perplexed. "I don't understand."

"Cooper and I were never in any type of romantic relationship. We had confided things in each other. He was in a tough spell following the divorce and all. I still wasn't over Gene. We just shared things. He had told me that he and Mitch were trying to patch things up. The sex was fine, but Mitch didn't like loud sex. Mitch always asked that they stayed quiet. So, for my birthday ... it was a gift for me to ... let him be loud ... and ... and ..." I stopped. "I know that makes no sense at all."

"Um. I can't say I'm really following."

"It's hard to explain. He totally regrets it. He feels it was a mistake. But the funny thing is, their sex life improved dramatically afterward."

"Cooper tells you these things?"

"We're good friends."

"So, what's his dick like?"

"Donald Raines! Shame on you."

Don lifted his shoulders and gave me a childlike smile.

"Well, I only saw it hard, and it was a regular hard dick, I guess. Compared to my 65-year-old shlong, his stood up like a fighter jet at takeoff." I sighed. "Those were the days." I looked back at Don. "But this is all very personal information about our friend. I shouldn't say much more."

"Okay then. I won't pry any further."

"It was just that one time — and it was strange. But-"

"Were you hoping for a friends-with-benefits thing?"

"NO! That wasn't it. It was just the once, and that was all it was intended to be."

"Okay."

"But, Don, I don't like hiding things from you. I wanted you to know."

"I see."

"Are you mad?"

"Mad!?? Hell, I'm jealous. Incredibly jealous!!" Don laughed loudly.

"It doesn't bother you?"

"Oh, baby, no. Not at all. I'm kind of impressed that you bagged that buck."

"Well, I wouldn't put it that way."

"You dog."

"But, Don, PLEEEEASE never mention it to Cooper at all."

"Does Larry know?"

"I have no idea. We obviously never mention it in conversation." I grabbed Don's hands. "Promise me, okay?"

"I promise I will never mention it to anyone."

"Cooper's friendship means the world to me, and I don't want to jeopardize it for anything."

"Understood." He paused a moment. "Did your friendship change after that?"

I pondered his question. I wanted to immediately say no, but ... did it?

"Huh. I don't think so. We'd always been honest with each other. He was floundering in the world of gay relationships, so ... our friendship was still strong. We needed each other in that regard. He's really come a long way." I sighed and buried my face in my hands. "Ohhh, Don. If I had screwed up my friendship with Cooper with that numbskull idea ... I – I would never forgive myself."

"But you didn't. Whatever goal you two were after — and I still don't understand all that — you seem to have maintained a wonderful friendship."

"Thank heavens."

Don's elbow was on the table, and he rested his chin in his hand. He just smiled at me.

"Oh, dear. What's going through your head?"

"You. How fun you are. How fascinating you are."

"Me??!! Hardly. I'm the one with the unpredictable penis."

"And yet you scored Cooper."

"I didn't score him. We just ... shared a moment."

"And now you're all mine."

I smiled at my partner. "Yes, I am. Only yours, Don Raines."

—

"How was your trip? I asked.

Cooper and Corey had returned from Nashville. We were seated around a circular table with Larry, Don and me. They began sharing the details of their trip.

Brad topped off my coffee. I stirred in a brown package of raw sugar.

I noticed Don had a big shit-eating grin on his face, gazing at Cooper. I knew he was picturing him in bed with me. When my partner looked at me, I shot laser beams from my eyes, warning him.

He just smiled back at me.

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