Fated To The Four Notorious Alpha Brothers

Chapter 87: Naked

Right now, I’m in Cooper’s car, and we’re heading to a Chinese restaurant. His eyes are fixed on the road while mine are on the window. It’s a few minutes past 8:00 p.m.; he picked me up from the house just a little while ago. Neither of us has spoken a word since the ride started. It’s not as if we don’t have anything to discuss; I think we’re both holding back until after dinner.

Well, the dinner is just a formality; the real reason I’m in his car is for sex—as I promised him. This evening, after I woke up from my rest, I had a long, warm bath. I didn’t bother with accessories or makeup. I just wore a short, plain gown—no panties, no bra. I mean, what’s the use? They’d just be in the way later. So I didn’t bother; my nipples are pushing against my dress, and I might have been embarrassed any other day, but right now? I don’t care.

Cooper hasn’t looked at me; his unsteady breathing tells me he’s fighting—battling—to keep his eyes on the road. We need to get to the restaurant safely, eat, and then go to his suite before we start anything—that’s the plan. But the drive seems to be taking longer, and the tension in the car keeps growing—heavier, out of control.

I let out a deep breath and relax against my seat. Why is the drive taking so long?

Cooper finally glances at me, but keeps his eyes on my face, careful not to look down.

"Are you okay?" He asks. I nod, then swallow.

"Yes," I reply.

"We’ll be there in five minutes; the traffic is slowing us down," he mutters, turning his gaze back to the road.

We arrive at the Chinese restaurant minutes later and are escorted to our private room.

"Why Chinese?" I mutter, staring at the food before us.

"I wanted something different, something extra," he smirks, returning his attention to the feast, though he still doesn’t eat.

"Why?" I ask, noticing his reluctance.

"Nothing. Excuse me, I’ll be back." He suddenly stands up and excuses himself.

Huh, what was that about?

He returns with a bottle of wine a few seconds later. He finishes his portion of crabs and drinks the wine, but he doesn’t touch the other dishes and stays silent as I eat.

"Are you not hungry?" I ask, giving him a knowing look. I know he’s not. I’m not hungry either. The only thing I’m hungry for is his cock, and I know he feels the same. As I said, dinner is just a formality. Neither of us really wants this meal. I’m sure he’d rather devour me right now than this food in front of us.

He chuckles but doesn’t look up. "I think I’m good," he says, sucking his teeth.

"Oh, I’ll be done in three minutes." I’m a foodie, so since I’m here, I might as well fill my belly for what’s to come. This will be our first sex in months.

I heard he’s also been celibate. I don’t entirely believe it, but I’m hoping it’s true.

After my meal, we pay and head to the car.

Once we’re in, I clear my throat and ask, "So..." I keep my eyes on him as he drives. "You’ve been celibate," I mutter. "Since when?"

"Since I got caught and sent her away." By ’her,’ I know he means Freya.

"So you haven’t been with anyone since then?"

"No," he answers.

"Why?" I ask. He briefly glances at me.

"I didn’t want to get cussed out again," he smiles, then glances at me a second time. "I didn’t want to make you mad."

I swallow nothing and move my gaze to the road. "Have you been jerking off on your own?"

"Since yesterday," he confesses. "After seeing you, the urge came back strong; I couldn’t hold it in anymore. That’s why I reached out."

"And you’ve been in a bad mood since?" I ask, remembering he mentioned it yesterday.

"Yeah," he laughs, "I’ve never done this in my whole life—never gone this long without sex." Then he mutters under his breath, "I wonder how Bryce does it, how he goes on without it?"

Bryce has mastered the art of self-control, unlike his younger brothers. He can go without thrusting his dick in every woman he sees.

And, again, his work helps distract him.

"His work, maybe?" I guess.

"Yeah, I also threw myself into my work, but it didn’t help as much as I’d hoped. I developed sudden anger issues, and my employees and partners haven’t had it easy."

"I’ll have to apologize to them on Monday."

"You should," I mutter, and we go silent again. We arrive at a hotel, and he pulls into the lot. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

"You stay here?" I ask. freёweɓnovel.com

"Yes, the top floor," he answers as he unbuckles his seatbelt. I undo mine as well, and we get out of the car.

He leads me straight to the elevator and up to his suite. I stand behind him and watch as he pulls out his key card to unlock the door.

Once inside, I toss my bag on a chair and walk to a nearby room. I need to use the bathroom; my thighs are sticky, and walking is a bit difficult. I need to clean up before anything happens.

After cleaning up, I return to the living room but don’t see Cooper.

Where is he? Just as I’m about to look for him, he appears from around a corner with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He sets the wine and glasses on the table.

"Should we drink the wine before or after?" he asks.

I gulp and sit on one of the chairs; he sits opposite me.

"I guess you want it now," he says, opening the wine. He pours a small amount into both glasses, hands me one, and takes the other for himself.

"Thank you, I was quite thirsty," I say, accepting the drink.

He smiles and watches as I finish the wine. He refills my glass, and I finish it again. I pass him the glass for a third time, and he refills it once more.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" He asks.

"You’re not making a move," I comment. He’s making this harder for me by not making a move; the longer I wait, the more difficult it becomes. I can feel myself getting wet again.

"I..." He puts down his glass but doesn’t take his eyes off me. "I’m waiting for a signal; I don’t want to rush things, since it’s been a while for both of us," he confesses.

I stay quiet. He goes silent, too. The silence lasts for two minutes before he suddenly stands up and removes his top. He throws it on the floor, reaches for his undershirt, and before I know it, he’s completely naked—his erection pointed at me.

My throat goes dry, and my thighs press together as I watch him. He’s hard. Very hard. Ready.

"So..." He looks at me. "Should I...?" He pauses, panting. "Should I take you?"

"I..." I open my mouth, my eyes briefly flicking from his erection to his eyes. He looks ready to pounce, like a predator on its prey. I’m suddenly nervous.

I came here knowing what I was getting into; why am I suddenly nervous?

What do you say? His eyes drift to my nipples. Noticing this, they harden even more.

"So..." I say slowly, rising to my feet.

"Do you need more time?" He asks.

"No, I... I want to ask you a question."

He steps closer, then another step. "What is it?"

"About Freya..." I say. His eyebrows shoot up.

"What is it?"

"You had sex with her many times, didn’t you?"

"Hmm," he hums.

"So when you were inside her... who were you thinking of?"

"Huh."

My eyes meet his. "Who were you thinking of when you were with her?"

"You. I was thinking of you. I always think of you."

"Why didn’t you just come to me then? Why go to other women when you only think of me?"

He lowers his gaze and goes quiet, then says, "Having four mates... isn’t it exhausting for you?" He asks.

Huh? That’s an unusual question.

"Why? Are you afraid you might wear me out?"

"Yes. I think that’s what Parker and the others are scared of too. They’re afraid they’ll wear you out; that’s why they seek solace elsewhere."

"So you’re saying you cheat on me for my benefit?" I ask.

He sighs and draws closer, wrapping his arms around me and placing my head on his chest. I listen to the sound of his heartbeat.

"It would sound weird if we admitted it, right? Well, that’s the excuse we’d like to use, but no excuse justifies cheating," he admits. "I’m sorry. I’ll try to be better, like Bryce. It won’t be easy, but I’ll do my best," he says. Then he releases me and locks eyes with me.

I whimper, "I don’t like it when you do that."

He nods and places his forehead to mine. "I’m sorry; I won’t do it again. I promise." We go silent and stay still until I feel his manhood twitch.

I quickly reach out and wrap my hands around the base. Then I drop to my knees, ready to take him.