Page 92 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

The moment is so unbearably perfect, I feel like I might pass out.

I mean, that also might be from all the previous sensations and the aftershocks that are still working their way through me, but my point still stands.

The sound of water hitting taalk fills the room, and I lazily flick my eyes over to the open doorway showcasing the bathroom.

Cooper moves around in there, heading over to the cupboard under the sink to look through the huge chunk of bath bits and bobs like those salts and bath bombs and shit. I grunt out, “Make sure it’s hot cinnamon.”

Rolling his eyes, he glances over at me from where he’s crouched down. “No fucking shit.”

Scoffing quietly, I internally flip him off.

Not gonna lie, Cooper might’ve been my least favourite for a while. But Havoc’s a miracle worker, because by the end of our little . . . adventure—fuck, I really can’t be getting hard again; I think, for once, I’ve actually been knocked out for good—I hardly felt any bitterness towards him. I mean, he was pleasing her, I was pleasing her, and Havoc’s overall pleasure seemed almost double the fucking usual, so what do I really have to complain about there?

I think with him, I’ve mostly held on to my fury over what he said to me in earlier days—he’d told me Havoc wouldn’t ever love me, and that fucking hurt. She’s all I want, my reason for living, so when he said that . . . I’ve never been so open about it, so it’s been more of a quiet anger simmering beneath the surface, because I didn’t want anyone seeing how much the fucker’s words stuck with me . . . But yeah, that fucking stung like a bitch. Killed, to be exact.

Cooper does that sometimes, tosses his own insecurities out on others, and that one’s haunted me for a bit. Because, for a moment, I’d doubted myself. Doubted whether Havoc could really love me. It was only a brief moment, but it was a moment I’d never had before and one that I shouldn’t have had when I’ve always been so certain of mine and Ezla’s future together. I’ve always known she’d love me eventually, and now I know that she fucking does. She just has to admit it.

“I’m sorry.”

I jolt, instinctively hugging Havoc closer to me, eyes snapping up to the fuckface in question. As I said, the anger has definitely died down, but still . . .

“What?” I grunt, narrowing my stare.

“About what I said. I haven’t thought about it much, honestly, and I think that’s even shittier.”

“You in my fucking head?” I eye him suspiciously.

He snorts. “Seriously? I’m not Ezla.”

“I can see that.” Cooper’s gifted a wrinkled nose from me.

He appears unimpressed.

Sighing, he scrubs a hand over his stubble. “Look, I just . . . I was just reminded. I know we butt heads more than the others, and I think that’s just our personalities clashing. But with Ezla’s . . . feelings through the bond, I was just reminded of what I said about . . . her not ever having those for you. And I don’t think I ever took the time to say a true apology, so . . .”

“So . . . ? Come on, dickface, I’m waiting.” This is actually quite amusing.

He scowls mightily. “Seriously? I’m trying to be nice here.”

I shrug and bury my face in Havoc’s silky hair, inhaling her.

Huffing like a toddler, Cooper murmurs, “I am sorry. That was just my insecurity speaking. I know that, and it’s even clearer now.”

Flicking my eyes back up to him for a short period, I say quietly so as to not wake our girl up, “Apology accepted.”

His brows shoot up.

“What? Havoc doesn’t like when we fight. And it’s not like we fight over everything—we’re just usually the stars in the ones that do break out.”

“Fair.”

“But you’re still my least favourite.”

He barks out a laugh. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

Lips twitching, I turn my full attention back on Havoc. Nose nuzzling into her head, I soak her up, letting out a groan of contentment.

A few beats pass before Cooper asks quietly, “Do you want to move her? Or should we wake her?”