So I lean down a little, lifting onto my tippy toes to give me more height. I look down before looking back, making my hair fall in my face.
When I look over my shoulder, I see Cooper stroking his cock.
“So, what do you think? Is this a good sight?” I swing my ass side to side, then he snaps.
In two steps, he’s behind me on his knees with his tongue slithering into my pussy, his two hands grabbing my hips, pulling me more into him, making my head fall forward, accepting what he is giving me. He lets go of my hips and kisses my lower back, making his way up, rubbing my sides till his hands find my breasts. He tweaks them both, pulling the nipples down.
“Yeah, it’s a good sight, but I still can think of a better one.” He rolls my nipples, making me gasp. “Me pounding my cock into you.” He rubs his cock up and down my pussy lips, slightly touching my clit, making me push back. “You’re so wet for me.” He rubs again, his hand now in my hair, pulling my head back, making my back arch, and my nipples graze the counter. The cold against my nipples shoots straight to my clit.
“Cooper, fuck, please.”
“Don’t you mean, Cooper, fuck me now?” He puts the tip in, and I brace myself, waiting for him to fill me up.
“Fuck. Condom,” I groan into my hand. “Cooper, are you fucking kidding me right now?” Oh my God, I could probably self-combust. He is back in two seconds, but it seems like it’s been forever, but he’s fully covered, and I’m more than ready. He doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, he smacks my ass. Two things shock me. One is that he smacked me, and two is that I fucking enjoyed that. I’m so hyped up it won’t take much to send me over the cliff.
“You ready, baby?” He rubs again, this time with my clit in my way, rubbing his cock head side to side.
“Fuck.”
“Okay.” In one thrust he enters me, pushing me forward. Since I’m smaller than him, he places his hands on my hips, lifting my feet off the floor, and slams into me again, hitting me right where it needs to be.
“Baby, harder, I need it harder,” I pant while his balls slap my clit every time he pounds into me.
“Rub your clit, baby,” he says right before he slams into me again and again. I slip my hand down between my legs, rubbing my clit furiously to match his pace.
I start feeling the build-up in my stomach, making my toes curl. I’m slamming back into him, meeting his pounding now. He must feel that I’m close now. I also know he’s close, too, because I’m fuller, because he’s thicker. One more thrust and I fall over the edge, pulling him along with me. He impales himself straight to the root, burying himself into me and slowly making me fall back to my feet.
“Okay, so you bent over my counter naked is much better than you in my T-shirt,” he says into my neck, pressing little kisses on my shoulder.
“Cooper, as much as I love fucking you and, trust me, I really love it, I’ve got to have some food.”
He throws his head back, belly laughing, pulling out of me, then goes to the washroom to dispose of the condom and clean up.
“So how about I shower and you cook supper?” I ask, looking at him in all his glory. What a fucking sight.
He grabs his phone, dialling. “I’d like to order an extra-large meat lovers pizza, some fries, and two pieces of cheesecake. How long will that take?” He proceeds to give his address and throws his phone on the counter.
“We have thirty minutes before the pizza gets here. It’s going to be tight, but I’m having dessert before we eat. So, babe, get your ass in that shower,” he says with a twinkle in his eye, making me walk by him, and he smacks my ass, following me to the shower and having dessert before supper. Just thinking about it gets me in the mood. Not only did he have dessert before supper, so did I. I’ve never spent half the night having sex. I have to say it’s pretty fucking fantastic.
He must sense that I’m up because he brings me closer to him, inhaling my neck, and kissing me. “Morning.”
“Morning, honey.”
“Want me to go start the coffee?”
I turn around so I’m facing him, wrapping my hands around his neck. “How about you make the coffee, I make the pancakes, and we eat outside?” Now I’m kissing his neck.
“Hmmmm, that sounds like a plan.” His cock is now fully awake and grinding into my hip.
“We are going to have to eat before we feed your monster!”
“My dick is so big you call him a monster.”
I groan, grunting ‘oh God’ under my breath. Getting out of the bed, I pick up his T-shirt from the floor, putting it on.
“Babe, last time you had that shirt on I was fucking you against the counter. Now if you want to eat before I fuck you, wear something else.”
“Fine, go start the coffee. I’ll meet you downstairs.” I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and try to make myself presentable. When I look in the mirror, my eyes bulge. My hair is sticking up from all ends, the mascara is smudged from last night, and I have white crust near my mouth, which means I was probably drooling during the night. “Good job,” I say to myself while trying to make myself look semi normal. When I go back into the bedroom, I smell coffee coming from downstairs, so I go to his closet, looking for a shirt.
Let’s face it. We always want to go downstairs in the guy’s button-down shirt, hoping we rock it. I grab a blue one, smelling it before I put it on. Going downstairs, I see the man who has given me seven orgasms. Okay, maybe ten, but who is counting.
He is standing in the kitchen, hip perched on his counter, basketball shorts riding low, his eight pack on display. His hair looks like he just ran his hands through it, or maybe it was me tugging the shit out of it last night. Either way, looking at him is making my mouth water and wondering if maybe I could have dessert before breakfast. He looks over. I don’t know how, but he can see what’s on my mind.
“You promised me pancakes. We can do whatever you are thinking about after we eat.”
I giggle, walking the rest of the way down.
“Babe, I’ll never be able to wear that shirt again without knowing you were naked under it.” He unbuttons the three buttons, slipping his hand in and cupping my breast, brushing his thumb across the nipple.
I slap his hand away. “Hey, coffee first, pancakes, then sex,” I say, grabbing a mug, filling it with hot coffee, then smelling it. Best smell ever.
“Okay, go set the table outside, or we will end up on the floor with me riding you, then no one will eat.”
“I know which one I pick.”
“I pick pancakes. Now go. Please.”
He goes but not before smacking my ass again. What is up with that, I think, smiling into my coffee. We are sitting on the patio, breakfast devoured, him holding his coffee cup in his hands, my feet resting in his lap.
He puts his cup on the table. “So what’s the story with James?”
Oh boy, this is going to be fun. “I’ve known James since I was sixteen, high school sweethearts, college sweethearts, you know, the typically stuff. Married at nineteen, had Matthew at twenty, couldn’t get pregnant again till ten years later. It was a bit rough when we had Allison. He started traveling a little bit more and more. I went to surprise him one week and walked in on him pounding away at Tiffany. That’s it, end of story. He tried to tell me it didn’t matter, that it was nothing, but I couldn’t trust him. I also couldn’t get him and her out of my mind. So I told him we were over. He gets my kids every second week, and I try not to kill him every time I see him. Which is hard. Matthew had the hardest time with it. He understood what was going on. He didn’t believe for one second that ‘we still loved each other’ bullshit speech we laid on them. He knows his father fucked up, which strained his relationship he has with him. Two weeks after we separated he had Tiffany over. Two weeks.”
I shake my head, not wanting to cry for him. “That’s when Matthew knew. He came home and asked me point blank. I looked at him, so young, so innocent, thinking to myself that he isn’t supposed to be deal
ing with this. He’s not supposed to shoulder my pain. I’m supposed to shoulder his. So I told him the truth. Not the whole truth, but that we did in fact fall out of love. He cried, said he hated him. I told him in the end all that matters is that James still loves him, will always love him.”
“Only a strong woman would put her kids before her hatred for her ex. You hear stories about the shit women do. Set the clothes on fire, key scratch their cars. But not my girl. My girl pulls up her big girl pants, locks away the pain, and shows them that in the end she will always be there. You can’t buy that, you can’t learn it. You are born with it, babe,” he says, looking in my eyes.
I nod. “When you have a child you learn that you live for them. Period.”
“He’s an idiot. Had it all. Threw it away. For second-class pussy. Lucky for me. I get first class!”
I get up from my chair, putting my coffee cup on the table next to his, and crawl onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “That speech just got you laid.” I laugh into his lips where I proceed to ride him, making sure he never second-guesses that I really am first class!
Chapter Fifteen
We arrive at the rink an hour before Matthew’s game, the parking lot already full.
This is the championship game, and people always come out to support the local team. It also helps that they are against their archrivals. This game should be interesting. I know that Meghan, Tom, and the kids are coming. I also have no idea if James is showing his face, and after the showdown of yesterday I’m not really sure I care.
We drop Matthew off in front of the door. He gets out, opening the trunk, and grabbing his gear.
“Skate hard, Matthew. Win or lose, it’s just a game!” I always tell him that, but let’s be honest, losing sucks monkey balls.
We take our time parking and then walk in. I look at us walking and you would think it’s always been like this. I’m walking holding on to Allison’s hand, while she holds on to Cooper’s, where she is going on and on about something called rainbow looms. I have no idea what she is talking about, making a mental note to Google that shit when I get home.
We are almost inside when I hear someone call Cooper’s name, making us stop walking. Looking back, we see an older gentleman I’ve never seen before. He is dressed in khakis, a button-down shirt, with a baseball cap.
“Hey, Cooper, I had no idea you were going to be here.” He reaches out to shake his hand.
“Hey, Artie, I didn’t expect to see you here. What made you crawl out of your hole?”
“I’m scouting today. Heard there are a couple of players to watch out for. Decided I’d see for myself. What about you? I heard you were training.”
“Yup, decided I’d hit up Parker’s training this summer. She is kicking my ass, but it’s the best training I’ve gotten.” He smiles at me. “Artie, meet my girl, Parker. Parker, meet the man who came to scout me.”
“Nice to meet you, Artie.” I reach out to shake his hand.
“Parker, you wouldn’t be Matthew’s mom, would you?”
I know it’s silly, but I’m beaming with pride. “Yes, that would be my son.”
“Heard good things about him. Heard he has one heck of a shot, that he’s fast, too. What do you think, Cooper? Did you get a chance to go one-on-one with him?”
“Yup, she brought him in a couple of weeks ago. He’s got a powerful shot, he’s got speed, but he’s got hockey sense. It’s like he sees the play before it happens. He really is one to watch.”
“Yeah, that is what I heard also. Well, I guess I’ll see you in there. Good luck, Mom.” He nods at me, walking away, writing something in his notepad. What I wouldn’t give to know what it was.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I say. I always get this way before Matthew’s game. It gets me every time.
“You’re going to be okay, babe.” He pulls me to him, shoving me under his arm, picking up Allison, then making us walk in with more rainbow loom conversations.
We are in the second period of the game. It has been absolutely nuts so far. The other team came out guns blazing, looking to destroy us. It didn’t help that they gunned for Matthew. It also didn’t help that he liked to antagonize the other players.
Every single time they stopped for a face-off or offside you would see his lips moving. I’m not a lip reader, but I can imagine it isn’t a PG conversation or that they are wishing each other good luck. James made it to the game but decided to sit a couple of rows back, which fits me just fine.
He actually brought Tiffany, which is fine, but she’s reading a book. What the actual fuck is she doing? I’m sitting next to Cooper, Meghan, and Tom. The kids have opted to play in the tikes’ room.
I look over and finally see my dad sitting talking to Artie. He never misses Matthew’s games, ever. He is usually in and out, taking notes then calling him with things to change. At first Matthew used to dread the phone calls, now he calls before my dad even has a chance.
It is also the first time that he will see me with Cooper, another thing that I will be getting a phone call about. A bang of the board in the corner brings me back to the game. Even before my eyes find his number I know it’s Matthew. He has a thing with getting in that corner, not caring who he has to battle with for that puck.
I see some shoving going on, with Matthew laughing, not even thinking anything of it, then in the blink of an eye the other kid punches Matthew sideways against the head, making his neck snap hitting the glass. I’m already standing on my feet, getting ready to get on that ice and kick some ass.
“What the hell, ref, control the game!” I yell. In the meantime, Matthew just realized what happened and has his fingers in the guy’s cage, yanking him down onto the ice.
It takes two refs to pry him off the kid, and they are both ushered to the penalty box where he takes off his helmet, looking over at the other kid, throwing out more F bombs than I thought was possible, and coming from me, that is a fuck of a lot. I’m ready to go over there and bang on the window when Cooper yanks me back.
“Babe, sit down,” he orders me, having me glare at him.
“Cooper, you better get your hand off me right now. I have to go and see if he’s okay.”
“Babe, he’s fine, he’s better than fine. Look at him.”
I take a second to look at Matthew. He’s smirking at his grandfather, all the while telling the other guy to suck his dick, making me gasp. What happened to my little boy? You know, the little boy who was polite? “Did he just tell that kid to suck his dick?” I look at Cooper, hearing Meghan and Tom burst out laughing.
“See, he’s just like his mom,” Meghan says, earning herself one of my many ‘I’ll kill you’ glares, and she laughs louder.
“Way to go, Matthew. Kick some ass,” Tom yells, gaining himself a glare as well.
“I hate you all,” I say, looking toward Matthew, hoping to get him to look at me, but he doesn’t. His eyes are on the game. The score is still 0-0, but it doesn’t stay like that for long because a pass in the neutral zone causes a turnover, making it a two on three. When they enter the zone, they set up the play with a one timer hitting the back of the net, making the other team move up by one. Matthew gets out of the penalty box with his head down, shaking. My heart sinks for him because I know he blames himself.
“He needs to wake up,” I say.
“He knows what he needs to do. Lots of time still,” Cooper says, rubbing my back, then placing his hand on my neck. Just like that they start the face-off with Matthew winning this one, passing it to his right wing, making his way around the other center guy. He skates up, waiting at the red line for his guy to cross over the line with the puck. He skates to the right of the zone just on the side of the goalie, knowing what is coming next. His right-winger passes him the puck. He lifts his stick, waiting for it, and snipes it into the net, hitting the back pipe.
We are on our feet in a flash, cheering for him, horns are blaring, towels are being swung around. Matthew celebra
tes his goal by jumping and smashing the glass on the side of the goalie, making everyone roar more. It’s now a tied game, with both sides doing whatever they can to outplay the other team.
The third period is halfway in, and Matthew has had seven shots on nets, all being stopped by the goalie. It’s now a line change with Matthew jumping over the board, intercepting the pass from the other team’s defense, giving him just enough of a push to get him his breakaway. He is skating up the center, his stick moving the puck along smoothly right to left. He’s not letting it get too much ahead of him. He looks at his left where the defense is skating fast to catch up with him, and just like that he skates up, dekeing the goalie, tipping the puck over the pad, making it past the goal line.
We are yelling so loud I’m sure I will have no voice once this is over. I’m receiving high fives from the other parents, and we are chanting the team’s name. Play together win together has always been their motto. It was never one is better than the other. We are now two minutes till the end of the third and leading by one. Everyone is on their feet chanting, but with one minute to go we get a slashing penalty. They have pulled their goalie, making it four against six.
Leaving the other team with lots of ice to work with, I’m not sure I can watch anymore. The top four players on the ice, against the top six from the other team. The puck is passed from one defense to the other with him passing to the winger in the corner. He passes to the front of the net where he shoots on the net with the goalie making the save and freezing the puck.
The face-off is to the left of the goalie. So far Matthew hasn’t lost a face-off. The ref throws the puck down with Matthew trying to knock it away from the goalie, but the center man for the other team gets a piece of it, sending it to the defense so they can set up their play. The defensemen now pass it back and forth to each other, each trying to get a shot at the goalie. When he finally gets a shot on nets, he takes it, but our guy blocks it with his body, making the puck bounce on the ice, sliding it out of our zone, and that is all Matthew needs.
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