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by Natasha Madison


  It’s a statement that it’s more than just one night.

  “Now if you will excuse us once again, the kids are waiting for us, and if you’re wondering about tomorrow that would be a no, she isn’t free. She’ll be with me. All weekend. I’ll give Matthew my number, so if he or Allison need anything they can text me directly.”

  I’m standing here blinking, my cheeks flushed from the martini and the kiss, more so from the kiss than from anything else.

  “Bye, James,” I say, walking past him, holding hands with my man.

  When we are far enough away, this is when I get mad. I can’t believe the fucking nerve of him. I can’t believe what a fucking idiot he is. Well, I know what a fucking idiot he is, I just can’t believe he would do that. Did he really think I would just jump at the chance to have dinner with him and the kids? Did he expect me to fall to my knees and thank him? He probably did, that is the funny thing. He probably thought I would jump at the chance.

  “Babe, you can relax now, it’s over.”

  “I can’t believe he would pull that. I mean, I’m on a date or whatever this is, and he’s sitting at a table with the woman he cheated on me with. That he is engaged to!”

  He stops me right where we are, in the middle of the restaurant halfway from James’s table and halfway to ours, spinning me into his arms.

  “Babe, it’s over. Whatever play he thought he had to make he made it. I am giving you a warning. He tries that again, it’s not going to be so nice next time.”

  And with that, he kisses me again, this time without tongue but with the same intensity of the other one.

  “Cooper, you are always kissing Mommy,” she says aloud, breaking up our kiss, making us look over and smile at her.

  “Mommy always wants me to kiss her,” he informs her while we walk back to the table.

  I look over at Matthew, and he finally has a smile on his face. I’m not sure if he is relaxing with me or if it’s from the open-mouthed couple that has just witnessed our kiss. Either way, all I know is that it settles both of us.

  We end up laughing the whole time, with Cooper telling us tales of the NHL, then Allison’s take on why men are stinky after hockey. James and Tiffany do stop by our table to say goodbye. Cooper takes the high road, which means he makes sure he has one hand on my neck while nodding at James.

  We finally leave the restaurant with plans to come back again soon. When we make it home, Allison is half asleep, so Cooper carries her inside while I prepare her PJs for her to slide into, tucking her in with promises to make pancakes tomorrow morning after skating.

  Matthew disappears into his room to play his video game, and Cooper leads me to the back yard to sit outside. He pulls me down into his lap, kissing my neck softly.

  “See, babe, it wasn’t so bad,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear.

  “Only because you were there. My big hero.” I cup his cheek, leaning in, kissing his lips, my hair falling onto his face. “I’m going to have to repay you, but I’m not sure I know how.”

  “Oh, I can think of a few things you can do for me.” His hand slowly makes its way under my dress. “I know Matthew is still up, so I’m just going to make sure you really are wearing those panties before I go.” Inching his way up, luckily we’re in the dark, so even if Matthew does come outside he can’t see anything. When his fingertips finally reach the satin of the underwear, I hear him curse.

  “Baby, already all wet.” He rubs up and down.

  “Hmmm,” I say, nodding my head up and down. I want to tell him yes, but it’s almost as if I’m in a trance.

  He leans up, licking my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. Before it goes any more down the road. “Okay, I gotta go to bed. I have an early ice time with this NHL diva,” I say, walking him inside to the front door.

  “Diva eh, I can guarantee you I’m no diva.” He grinds his erection into my ass, making me push back on him.

  “Bye, Cooper.”

  He kisses my neck. “Bye, babe, lock the door, yeah?”

  “Okay.”

  “Pack that bag, babe.”

  “Okay, honey.”

  I close the door when I see his retreating taillights.

  I make sure I turn off all the lights downstairs. Walking upstairs, I stop at Matthew’s door.

  “Hey, you’re still up?”

  “Um, yeah, I was just going to head to bed.”

  “Did you pack your bag for Dad’s? I know you have your ice time tomorrow, and then you have a game so there isn’t going to be a lot of time between.”

  He nods his head yes. “Um, Mom, how much longer do I have to go to Dad’s?”

  “What do you mean, honey?”

  “I mean, I don’t want to go there anymore. I want to stay here. The only reason I go is because of Allison.”

  “Buddy, your dad will miss you terribly if you stop going there. Imagine me not seeing you. It would kill me.”

  “I guess I’ll go. I had fun tonight, Mom. You think we can go back to the restaurant again with Cooper?”

  “I could ask him and see what I can do.”

  “Okay, Mom. I’m glad you’re happy now.”

  “Honey, I was always happy.”

  “No, Mom, you’re really happy now.”

  I look at my boy, thinking he is growing up way too fast. “Matthew, you know we really haven’t talked about what is going on with Cooper and me.” I wring my hands, suddenly nervous. Why, I have no idea. It’s almost like I’m asking my parents for permission to be with him, and in a way I am. “This with Cooper and me, I don’t know where it’s going. I don’t know what tomorrow brings, but I know this. I smile more with him. I feel happy, I feel calm with him, but most of all I feel like myself. No pretending. No sugarcoating who I am. But I need you to know that if you or your sister are not comfortable with having him here, you need to tell me, and I’ll make sure we don’t stay here. This is your house as much as it’s mine.” I look at him, hoping he understands that I’ll never make him feel like he’s second choice to a man.

  “Mom, he’s cool. I like him. In the end I just want you happy.” He smiles a crooked smile, showing me his one dimple. My boy is almost a man. “If he hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”

  I tip my head back and laugh. “I’m sure you could, and to answer your question I really am happier. Good night, baby. I love you.”

  I think about how much happier I’ve been lately, and there is really only one reason. Cooper Stone. Which scares the ever-loving shit out of me. If there is one thing history has taught me, it’s not to count on happily ever after.

  Chapter Thirteen

  I can’t believe I’m going to have sex with Cooper. I’m really fucking nervous. I practically ran out of the rink today.

  I had to do some serious bra shopping, and calling Meghan wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had. If it were up to her, I’d be going there in a French maid’s outfit complete with crotchless panties. Although I do want him to rip my clothes off, I kind of want to do it with class.

  So here I am in my car, on my way to Cooper’s house. My bag is packed in the back, burning a hole in my seat.

  I got home, showered, shaved—fuck, I was even exfoliating! I had my hair a little wavy today, my makeup smoky.

  So now I sit in my car in the driveway in my Michael Kors trench coat. I know it’s tacky as hell. But I’m tired of beating around the bush. I want to get laid. HARD.

  I get out, leaving my bag in the car, because I’m going with the whole sexy lady in a trench coat. If he looks out all he will see is me in my coat. He will see the fishnet nylons topped with my black Christian Louboutin stilettos.

  A gift to myself when we were in Vegas. Who knew I would actually be wearing them to have sex.

  I fluff my hair, then ring the doorbell, hoping that my lip-gloss is still glossy and that I don’t leak sweat onto myself. I’m so fucking nervous, I feel like I’m going to throw up. The door swings open to show me Co
oper just like I want him. In shorts and nothing else.

  I walk past him, trying to do it as sexy as I can, but at this point my knees are weak. I don’t know if I can do this.

  “Babe, it’s hot outside, what’s with the jacket? Where is your bag?”

  He looks at me while closing the door. I take my time untying my belt. I wish I were smoother at this. I wish I’d practiced it before I got here. I’m seriously channeling my inner stripper, but I realize that inner stripper is on fucking vacation because she’s not here. I can hear my heartbeat all the way in my ears.

  “My bag is in the car. I figured we could get it after.” I finally manage to untie the knot in the belt and shrug off the jacket, leaving me in my outfit.

  I’m standing here in his living room, wearing a lace demi cup bra covering just the tips of my nipples, the underwire pushing them up, making them look fuller than they are. I am wearing a little black ruffled skirt that covers the lace thong that is underneath. I go to turn around to show him the skirt that just barely covers my ass. The skirt is holding up the fishnet stocking with garters.

  He says nothing. His blinking is evident, and he licks his lips.

  “Um…so...I was thinking that we could maybe just start with the sex?” I whisper, my confidence level going lower because he hasn’t said anything yet.

  “You drove here wearing that?”

  I look down at myself, folding my arms over my stomach, trying to hide myself now.

  “This was a bad idea.” I go to get my jacket.

  “Put that jacket on and I will smack your ass,” he growls.

  “Um, okay.”

  “Babe, I’m giving you three seconds to see if you want to change your mind, because after that I’m taking what’s mine. And I gotta tell you, babe, once I’m in, I’m in.”

  He stalks toward me. Anyone else and I would step back, but with him, I know I don’t ever have to be afraid. I know that as long as I’m with him I’m safe.

  His fingertip traces the lace of the bra right over the nipple, making it peak. “So fucking perfect.” He traces the other nipple with the same fingertip. “Fucking perfect.” He rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it, sending a shock straight to my core.

  “Fucking beautiful.” He leans in, taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking it all in, making the lace stick to my nipple.

  “Cooper.”

  He does the same to the other nipple. I squeeze my legs together to get some relief. My clit is throbbing, asking for him to rub it, to give it the touch it needs to push me over the edge.

  “I knew it would be good.” He grabs me, lifting me, my legs automatically crossing around his waist. He grinds his cock against me, palming my ass in his hands.

  “Babe, you come with my cock in you today.” He walks upstairs, kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. He drops me on the bed. “Scoot up, and show me that pussy.”

  I turn around and crawl away, giving him a good look of my hand rubbing my pussy from behind. “Cooper, I need you.”

  I see his patience has snapped when he grabs my foot and flips me around, landing me on my back. I put my back up against the pillows, looking at him taking off his shorts.

  His cock free, I lick my lips, knowing that I want him in my mouth. He takes his cock in his hand and jerks himself twice. He knows it’s driving me crazy because I’ve now spread my legs wide, putting my hands in my thong, rubbing my clit, trying to get myself off.

  “You make yourself come, you don’t get my cock.”

  I groan, pushing myself off the bed. “Cooper, you don’t get your cock in here, I’m going home and fucking BOB tonight. Choice is yours. Your cock or my BOB?”

  “Babe.” He takes the pre-cum and rubs it in a circle around the head of his cock.

  I’m ruthless now. I spread my legs, showing him my wet pussy. My middle finger goes up and down, my back arching up while I pinch my nipple. I’m in my own world when I feel my arm ripped away from my pussy and instead is replaced with his tongue. He licks all the way up to my clit, circling twice before going back down, tongue fucking me through my lace thong. I’m so fucking close I push his head more into my pussy.

  I’m almost there, my breathing getting heavier. My stomach tightens as I grind his face. He leaves me heaving heavy breaths, not sure what is going on.

  “Cooper, please.”

  “Babe, you come on my cock this time.” He is on his knees in front of me when I hear two things. One is the rip of my lace thong, leaving me open for him, my wetness showing him I’m ready. The second thing is him tearing the condom open. Sitting up, I push his hands away from his cock. I take his cock in my hands and pump it twice just before licking the pre-cum that he spread on him before.

  Once I know I have it all, I twirl my tongue around his head, sliding him into my mouth. I suck his cock like I’ve never sucked before, wanting to get him deeper and deeper with every thrust. I know he is close when his cockhead gets bigger in my mouth. He pushes me off, breathing through his nose, teeth clenched.

  “Any other time, babe, I’m coming in your mouth. Now, I’m coming in your wet pussy.”

  He places the condom on his cock, rolling it down. I’m so turned on watching him, I spread my legs, exposing myself to him.

  I insert a finger into my pussy, coating it with my juice. I take it out, holding it up to him. Right before he sucks it into his mouth, I take hold of his cock.

  “My pussy needs to be fucked, hard. I’m done waiting, Cooper.”

  He smirks down at me with a challenge in his eyes.

  He places himself between my legs, and I place my legs around his waist, knowing that if he tries to back away I’ve got him trapped. But he doesn’t back away. He rubs his cock up and down my slit, slapping the tip on my clit, making me arch up.

  He takes my bra cups down, making my nipples pop out. I’m groaning with frustration. I need him. I want him, and then he stops torturing us both. He places his cock at my entrance, sliding it in inch by glorious fucking inch until he is all the way in, filling me so fucking completely I don’t think I want him to move.

  He knows it’s been a while, so he waits for me to get used to his size. He goes out once, entering again slowly with me arching up to meet him. Once he is all the way in again, he rotates his hips, making my clit ache in need.

  “Baby,” I say, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. “Harder.” I’m pulling my nipples, twisting them in my hands, rubbing my clit on his pubic area.

  “Fuck, babe, you are so fucking tight. I can’t move too fast or I’m going to come.”

  He pulls out again, this time thrusting a little faster. I move my hand down to play with my clit.

  “Cooper, I need you to fuck me harder, please. Baby.” I’m panting, gripping his ass with my nails, and then he snaps, grabbing my hips, and thrusting in so hard I’m almost coming.

  “Cooper, I’m going to come.” I’m frantically rubbing my clit. “Harder, baby.” He pulls one leg off his hip and puts it on his shoulder, making him go so fucking deep I see stars. He is pounding into me, and I love every fucking second.

  “You’re getting tighter, baby. You’re going to come on my cock.” He thrusts in harder than the last time. “Come on, baby, come on my cock.”

  Thrusting in deeper, I groan. “Cooper, I’m going to come.” I’m now matching him thrust for thrust. My pussy is so wet, I feel it dripping down. My stomach gets tight, and when he finally slams inside me one more time, I fucking come. I am fucking coming around his cock.

  “Babe, I’m going to come, squeeze me.”

  I can’t say a word because my pussy contracts again, taking him with me over the edge. We don’t stop thrusting till we are both coming down from it, with him collapsing on top of me.

  “You fucking ruined me, babe,” he breathes in my ear. “Fucking ruined. Sweet as fuck, tight as fuck, wet as fuck. Never better, baby.”

  “Cooper.”

  “Yeah.”


  “Let’s do that again!”

  He throws his head back, belly laughing, and promising me we are doing it again and again and again.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The sunlight hits my face, making me groan. I’m not even sure I actually slept last night, but I know I worked off every single calorie I took in.

  I blink my eyes open, slowly adjusting to the light in the room. I’m on my stomach naked with the sheet covering just my ass.

  I stretch my legs, turning and feeling soreness between my legs, making me smile at the memories.

  Oh, and there are a lot of fucking memories.

  After we collapsed on the bed, Cooper slowly slipped me out of my outfit saying he is keeping it with him for me to put on every time I come over. He also grumbled that no one else is ever going to set their eyes on this but him, making me giggle like a schoolgirl finding out her crush likes her.

  He was okay with walking around naked, but for me that was a hell fucking no. He lent me a T-shirt, which fell down to my knees because he is so big, and we made our way into the kitchen where we replenished our fluids.

  “Babe, gotta say you in my shirt, best fucking sight.”

  “Hmmm, really, I could think of another sight that is really good.” He cocks his head, suspicious of what I have in mind.

  “Yeah, what’s that?” I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I’ve gained a little bit of confidence. Hell, I just had mind-blowing sex with Cooper fucking Stone. I mean, I’m not going to toot my horn, but he wanted me just as bad.

  “You fucking me against the counter.” I spill water on the shirt right where my nipple is so it sticks to my breast. “From behind.”

  He inhales, and when I look down I see his cock starting to come to life.

  “Oh no, I got this shirt wet.” I take it off, throwing it on the floor, looking up to see the lust in his eyes.

  I turn around, giving him a show of my ass, gripping the counter with both hands. I’ve never been a girl without the fat between their thighs, and even though I know he’s been with perfect ten girls, I know I’m just where I need to be.

 

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