Corps Security: Cooper Part 1

COOPER.

Corps Security.

by Harper Sloan.

Dedication.

To Angela Druck, Kelly Knott & Katie Benson.

You ladies have been with me from day one before Axel was even a thought and I know without a doubt that I wouldn't be here without you.

So...

I love you.

And...

Thank you. For everything.

Prologue Asher.

"Come on, Coop," I whisper. It's dark in the closet, but I can still make out his huddled form in the back corner. "Come on, Coop. Please. Mom will be back soon and you know she's gonna be mad if she hears us."

I shift my body so he can see the cracker box I grabbed from the barren kitchen. Mom never brings us food anymore. I'm lucky that my best friend, Joel, lives close and shares his snacks with us or we wouldn't eat.

He doesn't ask questions.

Not anymore.

"I'm scared, Ash."

I ball up my fist when I hear his broken and weak voice. My brother is so small. I just turned ten last week, but I'm bigger. I know Coop is small because he is always scared. Too scared to come out of the closet our mom always makes us stay in.

"We gotta hurry. Move over, 'kay?"

"'Kay." His weak voice cracks.

"Are you still cold?" I question.

"Yeah," he replies weakly.

When I get to the back of the closet, closing the door tightly behind me, I reach out and hand Coop the box. It only has seven crackers in it. They're old, and I had to get a few roaches out of the box before I brought it back. Coop doesn't like the bugs that live in the kitchen.

"Don't you want some?" He holds the box my way, and even though my stomach rumbles, I shake my head no. "You need some too, Ash," he tries again.

"I'm okay, Coop. I had some before I brought them back. You gotta hurry before mom gets home, okay?"

He nods his head and starts to eat sluggishly. I grab one of the bottles of water Joel gave me last week and hand it to him. His head falls to rest against my shoulder while he takes turns eating and drinking slowly.

He's getting weaker. He couldn't get up this morning to go to school. He just kept sleeping, so I stayed home. Mom didn't even notice. I could hear her throwing up this morning. She's always throwing up. And drinking the nasty stuff.

I don't know how long we have been sitting here when I hear the front door bang shut and the sounds of feet stomping around the house. Coop drops the crackers and pulls his legs up to his chest.

"Zachariah Cooper! Where in the h.e.l.l are you, you little s.h.i.t?!"

Oh c.r.a.p. This isn't going to be good.

"Ash," he quivers.

"It's okay. It's okay."

I grab some of the old blankets we sleep on and throw them over Coop. I can hear him whimpering when I crawl over to the door and crack it open.

I know she's coming.

She wouldn't miss this chance to show Coop how much she hates him.

But I won't let her. No. I'm a big boy now, and I won't let her hurt my brother anymore.

I hate seeing Coop scared.

I'm already standing in the middle of the bedroom when she rounds the corner, her yucky clothes that don't cover her private parts on and her face smudged with old makeup-I know she's going to be really mean today.

"Where is that little s.h.i.t? He didn't go to school again today. Both of you little s.h.i.ts decided to stay home, and now I've got the school poking around, asking questions!"

She tries to get around me, but with her tall shoes on, she can't move quick enough. That's all the distraction I need for her to focus her attention on me and not on Coop. Just where I want it.

Right before her hand reaches out and slashes against my face, I promise myself that I will never let anyone hurt my baby brother.

Never.

Chapter 1 Asher.

"Oh, G.o.d. Harder. Please, harder."

"Quiet," I pant.

"Please, Ash," she begs.

After releasing the tight grip I have on her slim hips, I trail my palms slowly up her back, watching the skin my hands pa.s.s over break out in goose b.u.mps. I brace my knees farther part, and when my fingers curl around her shoulders, I finally let myself take her hard.

Take her how she craves.

It's a bruising pace, my b.a.l.l.s slapping hard against her wet folds and my hips grinding into her a.s.s. I have to close my eyes when I see her turn her face against the pillow, trying to get a better view, I'm sure.

"Oh, Ash...just like that, I'm going to come so hard."

"Quiet," I remind her.

I need her to keep her mouth shut. I need to be able to take my pleasure and selfishly think about the only person I wish I was driving my c.o.c.k into. The one person whose touch I crave like nothing else I've ever craved before whenever I'm around her.

"f.u.c.k," I groan.

"Yeah. Give it to me, baby."

"Not your baby," I spit out. f.u.c.k no.

She starts to push up on her knees, meeting me thrust for thrust. I bring one of the hands that I have curled around her shoulder and press down on the small of her back, reminding her of the place she should stay in.

"Please let me touch you, Asher. Just let me touch you this time."

I smack her a.s.s hard. Her p.u.s.s.y clamps down on my c.o.c.k and she starts to come. Moving my hand back to her shoulders, I thrust a few more times before I feel my b.a.l.l.s start to tighten and the warmth-that delicious warmth-travels from the base of my spine, filling my body with the pleasure I've been craving right before I feel myself go.

"Chelcie..." I moan.

With my eyes closed tight, my hands still curled tightly around her shoulders, and my hips locked into place, I empty myself and pray that this time I won't need her as fiercely as I have for the last few months.

"What in the h.e.l.l did you just call me?"

It takes my fog-filled mind a second to clear before I understand what is being asked.

The warm body I just took roughly starts to buck, pushing against my hips.

I open my eyes and the vision that filled my mind only seconds before is completely different.

The straight, blonde hair is gone, having been replaced with bright-red curls.

The bronze skin, that lickable and silky skin, was replaced with someone much paler.

And when she turns her angry eyes on me, it isn't the deep-brown eyes I'm used to looking back at me with a mix of compa.s.sion and kindness. Nope, I've got twin green eyes blazing with unmasked fury.

"What in the h.e.l.l did you just call me?" she asks again.

When I don't answer her right away, she starts to fight. And I mean fight. I get an elbow to the eye, a foot to the thigh, and worst of all, her nails clip my cheek when she slaps me across the face.

"I've been warming your sheets for the last two months, Asher Cooper, and you just called me another woman's name? Two months where I thought we were going somewhere and you just did THAT?"

This is probably when I should calm her down. There is nothing worse than a woman who feels used...even if that's exactly what it was. But being that I'm already halfway to wasted and the majority of my brain is still scrambled from just coming hard...I don't think before I open my mouth.

"Now let's calm down, Chrissy."

"It's f.u.c.king Clarissa, you idiot!" she screeches and starts to slap me against the chest.

"Jesus Christ, woman. Can you calm the h.e.l.l down?"

If anything, she gets a little more fuel with her little fists. I can feel her nails scoring my skin every few slaps.

So what do I do? The only thing that makes sense to my liquor-filled mind.

I leap off the bed and run.

I can hear her scrambling to catch me, but she doesn't stand a chance. Even drunk off my a.s.s, she wouldn't catch me.

I pa.s.s the dresser, snagging my cell off the top before I leap over our discarded clothes and slam the door to the bathroom, turning the lock right as her fists connect with the wood. She must be kicking as well as banging against the wood because the whole frame is vibrating with her fury.

"You stupid douchebag!"

I lose track of everything she screams through the door. Then I can hear her destroying the room. I can hear thuds of the furniture being overturned and gla.s.s shattering against the hardwood.

I grab the towel I used earlier off the floor, giving it a sniff before wrapping it around my waist. s.h.i.t. Okay, I probably deserved a little of that. I've been taking Chrissy-no, Clarissa -the bartender at Heavy's, home for the last few months off and on. There was never a promise of a relationship. h.e.l.l, every time I've taken her home, I've been drunk off my a.s.s. Maybe I should have explained a little better to her that all this would ever be is s.e.x. I'm in no d.a.m.n shape to give myself to anyone.

Especially not when the only woman I want is the one who acts like I've got the f.u.c.king plague whenever I touch her.

No, I want one woman, and until I can figure out what has her running scared every time I hint at something more than a friendship, I'm better off with my good friends Jack and Jim.

After a few seconds of silence, I take a chance and click the lock, cracking the door open slightly. Peeking around the opening and seeing the room completely trashed is enough of a distraction for the small fist to come flying out of nowhere and smashing right into my already sore eye.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h!" I roar.

"You got that right, you sorry piece of s.h.i.t. The next time you want to warm your d.i.c.k up, why don't you make an effort to actually remember the name of the body you're using!"

She gives me a good shove, and before I can regain my feet, I fall flat on my a.s.s.

And the only thing I can think is, How in the h.e.l.l did I let my life become this?

Spying a full bottle of Jack, unbroken, in the chaos that used to be Maddox's guest room, I pull myself off the floor and, without bothering to get dressed, fall back on the bed. Then I proceed to drink myself into oblivion.

Chapter 2-Chelcie.