by Nikki Vale
“Come on Skye. Please,” I beg her to stop. I need to be a gentleman. Only two more days. I remind myself.
“What?” she coos in mock innocence. She slides her hand back down her neck over her breast and her flat stomach and down into the water. Ohhhh, she’s playing dirty today. She starts writhing her body in the water and I can just imagine those pretty little fingers of hers teasing her swollen clit beneath the bubbles of the bathwater. She moans in ecstasy and I groan in frustration. Fine, she wants to play dirty. I’ll play.
I lean against the wall and start stroking my cock through my pants as she fondles herself. I see her eyes widen in surprise. That’s right baby, I can play too. I unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling them partially down along with boxer briefs to reveal my hard cock. She licks her lips in anticipation and my dick twitches in response. No, there will be none of that today because I know she enjoys it almost as much as I do. I grab the base of my cock in my palm and slowly stroke up rubbing my thumb across the tip when I reach it. I hear her breath catch and I lean my head back against the wall watching her with hooded eyes as I stroke back down.
If she wasn’t pleasuring herself before, there’s no doubt in my mind that she is now. Her hand is moving rapidly and her mouth is partially open as she keeps her gaze trained on the hand I’m using to stroke my cock. I pick up the pace now, stroking faster and faster while watching her silky breasts swaying gently in the water as she teases her clit. I feel my balls starting to tighten and I groan. That sends Skye tumbling into her self-induced orgasm as she cries out trembling in the bath. I follow right behind her, cumming fiercely and catching my load in the palm of my hand.
Using my other hand, I push myself off the wall and walk over to the sink to wash my hands. Then I pull up my underwear and pants. I adjust myself and fasten my pants.
“Do you need help out of the bathtub?” I ask her. She throws a rag at my head and I duck, laughing at her.
“What’s the matter darlin? Wasn’t it as good for you as it was for me?” I ask provoking her.
“You’re such a jerk. You were supposed to pleasure me, not yourself,” she pouts.
“Didn’t I?” I respond. She can deny it all she wants but she enjoyed watching me. I like it dirty sometimes and Skye doesn’t know it yet, but I think she does too. She doesn’t respond, she just crosses her arms over those luscious tits of hers.
“Don’t worry Skye. In two days you’re going to be begging me to stop. Now give me a kiss. I’ve got to get to work,” I tell her leaning over the bath to give her a kiss on the lips. She purses her lips and kisses me back, still pouting. I straighten and head out the door.
“Oh and Skye?” I say over my shoulder. She sighs.
“Yes, Cooper?” she responds.
“I love you,” I tell her. Smiling from ear to ear I walk out the front door locking up behind me.
Chapter Twenty-One
Skye
I can’t believe Cooper just did that. I can’t believe I just did that. I seriously just masturbated in front of Cooper, and totally got off on it. At first, I was pretending, trying to get him all riled up. Then he went and he totally flipped it on me.
I knew his dick was hard, I could see it through his pants. I thought he was going to pretend he wasn’t affected by my little performance. When he started rubbing himself through his pants it was a total game changer. And when he released his long throbbing cock from his pants, shit got real. I couldn’t help it. I actually started rubbing my clit. The faster he stroked, the faster I rubbed. The tension in my pelvis built with lightning speed and when I heard him groan in pleasure, I lost it and waves of pleasure crashed over me as I came. I never knew watching a man pleasure himself could be such a turn on. It makes me wonder what else Cooper’s going to teach me.
He’s left for work and I’ve let the water run out of the bath while I lay here in the tub. I get cold this way but it makes it easier for me to get out on my own. I still rely on my right arm for most of my support because the left is still really tender, but it’s doing much better. The scar is horrendous. Trixie just had to use a jagged steak knife instead of a flat edged one. I’m thinking about getting another tattoo to cover it up when it completely heals. Cooper says it’s beautiful either way because it’s the mark of a survivor.
Summer is on her way over to take me Christmas shopping. Two days before Christmas is the worst time to do it but I’ve been with Cooper the rest of the time so I couldn’t get him anything. I’m not even sure I know what I want to get him.
I hear a knock on the bedroom door. Summer must have let herself in with the extra set of keys Cooper gave her. “Come in,” I tell her.
“You’re not even dressed yet. Here let me help you,” she offers, falling straight into my trap.
“Can you put my hair up in a bun for me?” I plead.
“Of course,” she agrees. “How did you put it up in a bun the other day?” she asks curiously.
“Don’t tell him that I told you this, but Cooper likes to brush my hair and lately he’s been trying to put it into styles for me,” I tell her giggling. She shakes her head smiling.
“Lucky girl. Cooper was a genius when he bought you bras the clasp in the front, or else you’d be asking me to put that on you too. Okay, where’s your signature yoga pants and a sweatshirt? Let’s finish getting you dressed before I do your hair,” she instructs me. I point to the clothes on the bed and she brings them to me. I lean on my good leg and slip a pant leg on then I sit on the edge of the tub and do the other. I stand up and slip on a t-shirt followed by a sweatshirt.
“How’s that arm treating you?” she asks as she begins to brush out my hair.
‘It’s doing a lot better. It hurts the most when I have to hold it up for long periods of time. And that’s why my sweet baby sister is doing my hair for me,” I tell her, cooing in a baby voice towards the end.
“Alright, you’re ready now. Let’s go,” she says steering me on my crutches towards the front door. I stop by the coat rack grabbing a coat and scarf.
“I can’t wait to wear jeans and two pairs of shoes again,” I say on the way to her new four-door sedan. Her truck was totaled in the accident but the insurance money and a raise at AG’S Bar & Grill helped her get a more reliable set of wheels. I sit down in the passenger’s seat and she takes my crutches from me tossing them in the back seat. I hate those crutches but I hated the wheelchair even more.
“Where are we headed?” I ask her.
“I thought we go to the mall in Carbondale. It’s a forty-five-minute drive but it’s the only place around here you’ll find a selection,” she informs me.
“That’s fine,” I tell her. “How have things at work been? You still see a lot of Jason,” I ask meaningfully.
“No. He gave me a raise and everything but he told me over the phone. I don’t see him around the place that much anymore. I worry that he knows how I feel about him. I’m actually glad I don’t see him that often. Do you know how hard it is to see something every day that you want so badly that it hurts and you know you can never have it?” she asks me pitifully.
Yes, I do. But we’re talking about her, not me. I feel like everything has been about me lately and I can’t wait for it to be over. The first step is getting this awful cast removed tomorrow. The next step is catching Trixie, but the police have to do that part.
“How’s school going? You only have one more semester left right?” I question her in an effort to change to a happier subject.
“Yes,” she says excitedly. “This semester is over and we’re on winter break. If I take a full load next semester I’ll graduate this summer. It took me a year longer that it should have because I moved out here, but it was totally worth it. I’m trying to work as much as I can during this break to save up money again,” she apprises me. “I saw what you did to grandma’s house. It looks amazing! I know it’s none of my business but where did you get the money? Did Cooper give it to you? I mean it’s cool if he did,�
� she finishes lamely.
“I got the money from royalties for some backup singing I did a while ago. Cooper offered to help, but I wouldn’t let him. I wish he didn’t have a lot of money,” I admit.
“Why would you wish that? No woman in her right mind would wish that!” she exclaims.
“That’s exactly why. He’s used to women wanting him for his looks and his money. I can’t lie I want him partially for his looks too, but I could care less about the damn money. I hope his parents don’t think I’m with him for the money,” I comment dejectedly.
“Everyone in Acorn Grove knows that Cooper pursued you. If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind it was erased the day he serenaded you in the hospital. I heard he sang ‘Breathe You In’ by Dierks Bentley, is that true?” she asks in amazement.
“Yeah, and he was pretty damn good too,” I respond.
“I love that song,” is all Summer says.
“Me too,” I remark. We sit in silence for the next twenty minutes, each of us lost in our own thoughts as we watch the snow covered country landscape pass by.
“We’re here,” Summer announces, snapping me out of my reverie. “What kind of stores did you have in mind? I thought we could do a little shopping first then maybe get our hair and nails done and eat lunch. What do you say?” she asks happily.
“Sounds great to me,” I respond. I hope I can survive all that walking through the mall on crutches.
We go inside the mall and Summer drags me from store to store. I buy some cologne I think will smell good on Cooper. I want to get him a new baseball cap but I’m sure his old one holds sentimental value or something. I personally like the cap he wears, it’s just looking like it’s nearing the end of its life. I break down and buy an exact replica. If he doesn’t wear it I will.
I want to get him something more personal, but I can’t decide what. Summer starts pulling me towards a name brand underwear store.
“What are you doing?” I ask her.
“Oh, come on. I’m sure you can use some sexy new panties and some smelly-goods. I know I can and I don’t even have a boyfriend,” she teases me. “Cooper will probably jump at the chance to rip new underwear off of you.”
I ignore her comment and start browsing through the dainty panties and bras.
“Wait a minute. Don’t tell me you two haven’t done the do?” she gasps in astonishment.
“We’ve done.…… things,” I finish lamely.
“Oh my, goodness Skye! You and Cooper haven’t bumped uglies yet! I thought for sure, wait, it’s because you’re injured right? Cooper would definitely play the gentleman and wait for you to heal,” she says more to herself that to me. “He’s got to be bursting at the seams. You definitely have to get something uber sexy. We might need to go to a more risqué lingerie store, if you know what I mean,” she whispers into the side of her hand.
“I don’t want to scare him,” I say in a hushed voice.
“I seriously doubt that. I’m sure he’s highly sexual. He’s probably down for some kinky shit that would have you running for the hills,” she remarks offhandedly, making me look at her sideways. “What? Don’t look at me that way. It’s those quiet ones that come out of the woodwork making your toes curl and having you doing stuff you’ll be embarrassed to admit to Saint Peter before entering the pearly gates,” Summer comments, making me laugh.
I take her advice and get a few pairs of matching bras and panties. I also grab a few lotions and body sprays. When we leave the store we head over to the ‘more risqué’ lingerie store where I end up buying a red teddy, because Summer swears that red is every man’s favorite color. She obviously knows more than about it than me, so I just go with the flow.
“Okay, I’m beat,” I reluctantly admit.
“Perfect timing. I made an appointment for hair and nails in ten minutes. Let’s start heading over there. After that, we’ll have lunch in the food court and head back home. How’s that sound?” Summer inquires.
“Perfect,” I exclaim with a sigh of relief. It’s been fun hanging out with Summer, but I really am exhausted.
We make our way to the beauty salon. I get my nails done while Summer gets a dramatic layered haircut and highlights. I’m not feeling as adventurous, so after my nails are painted the same color red as my lingerie, I get a deep condition treatment and two inches trimmed off the ends of my hair. The end of my hair now reaches just past my shoulder blades. It feels lighter and fuller and that’s enough change for me, for now.
With our beautification complete we head over to the food court area. Summer tells me to grab a seat and asks me what I want. I direct her to the Japanese food and she heads in that direction to get us our lunch. I’m surveying the area, as is my habit when I swear I see a petite blonde girl that looks like Trixie staring at me from across the mall. I try to get Summer’s attention without taking my eyes off the girl but it’s impossible. I look away to see Summer come rushing over with our Styrofoam container full of steamed rice and grilled shrimp.
“I say you waving me down. What’s the matter?” she asks breathlessly.
“I could have sworn I saw Trixie standing over by that shoe store watching me,” I explain to her.
“Let’s get out of here. I’m calling Cooper. He has no jurisdiction here but I’m sure he can have the local police on the lookout for her,” Summer advises me.
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Cooper’s waiting for me when we get back to the house. He wraps me in his arms holding me tight. Summer stands back quietly watching from the doorway.
“Promise me you won’t go out of town anymore until we catch her? Please, Skye. I don’t think I could take it if anything else happened to you,” Cooper pleads, his face buried in my neck.
“I promise,” I tell him, pulling back and kissing him on the lips. He rests his forehead against mine.
“I love you so much,” he confesses. I hear Summer coughing behind me and I gently break away from Cooper’s arms.
“Sorry about that,” I apologize to her. Summer smiles and shrugs, still holding my shopping bags in her arms. “Can you just place those in the bedroom closet for me?” she nods and heads in that direction. “Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” I tell her.
“No problem,” she remarks over her shoulder.
Summer puts my Christmas gifts away for me then walks back out to where Cooper and I are still standing. “Thanks for taking me shopping Summer,” I thank her.
“You know it’s no problem. I love spending time with you, I just wish things hadn’t ended on such a sour note,” she replies forlornly. “Let me know how things go tomorrow, okay?” she requests.
“You know I will,” I promise her. “Bye,” I say waving as Cooper closes the door behind her.
“I hope you know I’m staying in the room with you tonight,” Cooper warns me.
“It’s about damn time,” I mumble.
************
Damn it! I wake up with Cooper snoring softly and snuggling my side. I must have fallen asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow last night. That is not how I planned for the night to go. I finally get this sexy man in my bed, and I go to sleep? Maybe I can make up for lost time.
I turn partially towards him as gently as I can so I don’t wake him. I snake my right hand under the covers searching for the morning wood I hope to find.
“Don’t even think about it,” Cooper grumbles, peaking at my through one eye. I quickly snatch my hand back.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I feign ignorance.
“Are you sure about that?” he teases. He scoots closer to me. “Because I was under the mistaken impression that you might be looking for this,” he comments, as he rubs his morning wood against my thigh.
“What is wrong with you Cooper? I’m the one supposed to be teasing you?” I whine.
“I’m not one to be all caught up in gender roles,” he says chuckling. “Besides, darlin. I’m always ready for you, as you can see. I’m trying
to make sure you’ll be ready for me when the time comes. Trust me, it will be worth the wait,” he promises, kissing me on the shoulder. “Now let’s get up and get ready. Today’s the big day, it’s almost time for your appointment,” he hops up out of the covers excitedly. I smile at his enthusiasm.
I throw on a sweatshirt and yoga pants for the last time in a very, very long time. I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth. I pick up the brush and start brushing my hair. After a few strokes, my left arm starts throbbing and I try to finish with just the right hand.
“Here, let me do that for you. There’s no shame in asking me for help Skye. You know I love brushing your hair anyway,” Cooper says as he gently pulls the brush through my hair. He’s almost an expert at it now. “Did you cut your hair? It looks nice, and so do those fiery red nails.”
“Summer and I took a little time out for ourselves when we went shopping yesterday,” I inform him.
“I’m glad you didn’t cut it drastically or color it. I love it just the way it is,” he tells me, setting the brush down. “Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, let’s go,” I reply nervously. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever to get this cast off my leg. It sounds crazy but I think I’m afraid that things will change between me and Cooper. Not just the intimacy, which I expect to change for the better. But the way he caters to me now. Is it only because I’ve been injured or is he naturally kind and thoughtful? I guess only time will tell.
Cooper startles me when he bends down and sweeps me up in his arms. “What are you doing?” I gasp in alarm.
“I wanted to carry you out one last time because of your leg,” he says simply. He carries me all the way to his truck, then sets me down, opens the door and helps me in. He runs back to the house to get my crutches and locks up behind him as he leaves.
Less than ten minutes later we’re pulling into the hospital parking lot. I sigh in trepidation. The only fond memory I have of this place is Cooper singing to me. That thought surpasses all others and I go forward with a smile on my face.
