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“You’re not going to leave me, are you?” she asked, nearly pleading.

“I have no intention of leaving you,” he smiled. “Besides, we’re in my cottage now.”

“Oh,” she said looking around. “They look so much alike.”

“They do. I can take you to yours if you want but I’d prefer you stay here tonight so I can watch you.”

“I’m okay with that,” she said nodding, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion once again.

“I’m going to lay you in the bed and I’ll sleep in the chair,” he said, kissing her forehead. “I’ll keep the monsters away now.”

Coop felt the light on his face, filtering through the window of his bedroom. He stretched, his bones cracking as he did. He moved his neck from one side to the other, more cracking.

When he looked up the bed was empty and he froze.

“Bianca?” he called.

He opened the bathroom door all the way but saw no one. Walking down the hallway, relief washed over him as he heard soft voices in his cottage. He should have known.

“Morning, Mom. Grandma,” he said kissing each woman on the cheek. He turned as Bianca poured a cup of coffee, exactly the way he’d ordered it from her a dozen times. “Good morning. Are you feeling better?”

“I am,” she smiled handing him the coffee. His fingers lingered over hers a few minutes longer than necessary and he saw the flush on her cheeks.

“We were just talking about taking a boat ride this morning but your father and grandfather think maybe I should wait a few days.” He noticed the two older men sitting on the front porch talking in low voices.

“That’s probably a good idea,” he said staring at the women.

“Breakfast is about ready,” said Lyra. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and we’ll get her over to the cafeteria.”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure that sounds good,” he nodded.

“Actually, I need to shower as well,” said Bianca. “I’ll take the guest shower and meet you out here.”

Lyra and Bella smiled at Cooper and left the two alone. Cooper swallowed hard, staring at her in his long t-shirt, the outline of those luscious breasts making him hard as a rock.

“Cooper,” she whispered taking a step toward him. He shook his head, taking a step back.

“Bianca, I’m trying to be a good man right now. If you take another step toward me, I can’t guarantee that I will be.”

“Cooper, can’t we just shower together? Can’t you let me just hold you or you hold me?”

“Do you understand what you’re asking of me?” he whispered.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry that I’m not ready for that yet but-but I want to touch you. Can I do that?”

He took her hand and nodded.

“Fuck yeah, you can do that,” he mumbled. He turned the shower on and stripped, stepping beneath the hot spray first. When he turned, she was standing there, completely naked. Her full, voluptuous breasts with their tan nipples were staring straight at him. The tuft of luscious black hair between herlegs made him grown, his purple head of his cock involuntarily bouncing.

Bianca reached out, sliding her fingers down his length.

“It’s warm,” she said softly. “It’s warm and soft, but also hard.”

Cooper stared down at her, his frown telling her everything that was passing through his mind.

“You’ve never, you’ve never been with a man?” he asked.

“No. Never. There weren’t a lot of eligible men in my village that were close to my age and I didn’t travel except to my grandparents in Texas. The ranch hands were always too old for me.”