Cry Wolf (Big Bad Wolf, #5)

by Charlie Adhara

He sucked Park off sloppily, groaning and whimpering and choking—the obscene sounds extra loud in the closed space of the car. Park’s hand was just resting lightly on his head, so Cooper reached up and pushed it suggestively. Park caught his wrist and rubbed at the wedding ring, as if surprised to see it. Then, still clutching Cooper’s fingers, he used the heel of his hand to push Cooper all the way down and hold him there as he thrust a couple of times and then started to come in his throat.

“Oliver,” Cooper whispered with longing, reverence. This was as close to prayer as he got. “Oliver, I—” Park’s gaze flicked up to meet his and he looked...wonderstruck. Like the sight of his ring, proud and bright on Cooper’s finger, was astonishing. Like the sound of his name quivering and cracked in half with Cooper’s need was precious. Park reached to cup his face in his palm, thumb tracing over swollen lips, then trailed down Cooper’s body to cover the hand wrapped around his dick with his own. Park leaned closer, murmuring, “Mine,” and Cooper came. Arching into their tangled hands, feeling both released and bound tighter to Park than he ever had before.

“Anyway, the party’s not till later. I kinda thought this bit at the courthouse could...just be us?” Park’s eyes flared gold. “This bit. Any bit. Every bit,” he said. “I’m always happy to be an us with you.”

Just as any other task that involves bureaucratic paperwork, getting married was tedious, full of hoops to jump through and vaguely anticlimactic. It also made Cooper so utterly and effervescently happy he felt like someone could stick a pin in him and he’d explode into light. Glowing, weightless, unstoppable.

It was astonishing how much his life had changed in so short a time. Where would he be a year from now? More? The thought should have been frightening—his entire life had drastically changed over a matter of months, it could drastically change again—but Cooper couldn’t summon up the slightest sliver of anxiety. At this moment, on this day, it was frankly too difficult to imagine Park out of his life and every scenario with him in it, too manageable.

“Where will you go after this?” Cooper asked, an idea beginning to take shape. “Kicking me out already?” “Of course not. You’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.” He reached out and tapped Eli’s forearm, and got an expectedly judgmental look back. “I just meant what do you want to do next?” “Oh, diminish, maybe. Go into the west. Might remain Galadriel, if I’m really feeling freaky. You know.”

Park gripped one of Cooper’s hips, forcing him to be still, and then, after a moment’s hesitation, sharply nipped the back of his neck. “Ow!” Cooper said, though it didn’t hurt so much as send a pulse of Oh, that’s interesting straight through his balls. “Stop squirming like a tart when I can’t fuck you,” Park said, which really just made matters worse, and they wrestled a bit until, laughed out and lazy, Cooper collapsed over the railing again, Park still on his back, the big lug.