Something So Right

by Natasha Madison

  “I think that’s a great idea. I think I would love nothing more than to see you in my jersey and nothing else.” He looks around to make sure no one is around when he grabs my tits, squeezing my nipples. “And after I eat that sweet pussy of yours, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you doggy style all the while you’re wearing my name.”

  I groan out and push my core right down on his hard ridge.

  “Promise?” I know him enough to know he will do exactly all that.

  “You have my promise. I will properly fuck you good.” He nips my lips, and just when I’m going to slide my tongue into his mouth, we hear Allison shriek that she is moving in and bringing all her clothes, making us laugh in each other’s mouth.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Parker

  My back arches up off the bed, my hand pulling Cooper’s hair, his mouth sucking on my clit.

  I am dressed in nothing but his jersey that is now pulled up over my tits, his hands massaging and pinching my nipples to make them peak. My legs spread open for him to fuck me with his tongue.

  I’m panting because he’s pinching my nipples the same time he bites my clit, making me soaking wet, waiting to be filled.

  “Cooper, I need more,” I whisper, trying to keep my moans low so I don’t wake up the house. I can be pretty vocal, and I know he loves it.

  He doesn’t answer me, taking one hand off my breast and moving it down, entering two fingers into me, then turning his hand over and curling his fingers up just like he knows I like it. It took maybe five pumps before I’m coming all over his tongue.

  He doesn’t give me time to process, flipping me over on my hands and knees. Pushing my face down, he makes my ass stick up in the air. I reach forward, grabbing the sheets, waiting for that moment when he will slam into me. I don’t have to wait long till I feel him rub his cock head between my lips, wetting him so he can slide in easy.

  But he doesn’t go easy. In one move, he’s buried himself balls deep into me, slamming me so hard I move forward a bit, but his hands on my hips forbid me to move.

  He slams into me over and over again, each thrust harder and harder, me arching higher and higher, making him go deeper. His balls slap my clit each time he bottoms me, making me moan deep into the covers, hoping like hell the kids don’t hear me.

  I bring one hand under me and rub my clit while he slams into me.

  “Babe, I’m going to come,” I whisper to him.

  “I know. I feel you squeezing my dick. So wet for me. So fucking good.” He slams one more time, making me shoot off, spasming all around his dick. Just when I think I can’t come again I feel pressure at my ass. Looking over my shoulder in his eyes, I see him lick his finger and bringing it back to my ass.

  “Cooper,” I whisper. I’ve never done anything anal before...ever...I don’t know what to do or how to think.

  “Trust me,” he says while he slips his finger deeper inside of me. “Relax, let me in.” He slows his thrust down.

  “Easy for you to say. Nothing is trying to get into your ass.”

  “Tell me, how do I feel like laughing when I’ve got my dick deep inside you?” he says, rotating his hips while lifting me up a little to go deeper.

  “Right there,” I say, pushing back into him, feeling something weird having his finger in me while he enters me with his cock.

  “You’re almost there. I feel it again,” he says while pumping out of both my holes at the same time. “Rub your clit, I’m almost there.”

  I’m rubbing furiously, feeling full. Feeling him pounding away at me, my sensitive nipples rubbing on the sheet under me. I’m so lost in the feeling having him here with me.

  “I’m coming, babe,” he says, ramming into me one last time, and it’s the exact thing that I need to send me over the edge. I groan into the pillow, hoping to hell none of the kids wake up.

  My legs have given away, leaving me lying on the bed face down. With Cooper still inside me. “Every time it gets better and better,” he says, slipping out of me, making me feel a loss.

  “I think I’m dead,” I say, knowing that my whole body is like a noodle. I can’t move even if I tried. I hear him get off the bed and go into the washroom, coming back with a warm cloth. He cleans me off before cleaning himself off.

  When he comes back, he says, “You in my jersey does something to me. I’m getting you T-shirts, shorts, everything with my name on it.”

  “That’s not territorial at all. And as much as I would love to sleep in this jersey it’s not really comfy.” The fabric is kind of itchy, something that I didn’t feel before.

  He gets up, going to his dresser, throwing me his T-shirt. “Seriously, you actually own your own T-shirt?”

  “It’s this year’s new ones, so they sent me a full box. We should be good for a couple of months. I may rip some off you,” he says while winking.

  When he’s just about to get into bed, I remind him that we have the kids here, and as much as they are cool about our sleepovers, I don’t think I can explain to anyone why Cooper’s penis isn’t covered up.

  He takes a second to throw on some shorts, climbing into bed with me. Grabbing me from my side, he brings us both in the middle of the bed with him spooning me, him wrapping his arm around me, going under my shirt to hold my breast. He has been sleeping like this lately.

  He leans forward to kiss my neck. “Love you, babe.”

  I wiggle my ass into his groin, repeating the “I love you,” too. I think that in the matter of two minutes I’m already asleep.

  Two weeks later, everyone starts on their new routine. The kids are now back in school. Allison in grade two, Matthew in grade eleven, having just turned sixteen. And Cooper, he’s back in training camp. He leaves at the same time the kids do for school, arriving at the same time they finish school.

  Sometimes when he’s early he drops by the arena, dragging me out for some one-on-one time. It seems my man misses me during the day. I will not be the first to tell him that I miss him just as much, choosing to shrug my shoulders when he tells me about missing me.

  It’s finally the big day. Season opener. He’s nervous. He says he’s not, but I see it. Every single time I ask him a question it’s answered with a grunt or a shrug.

  We’ve been staying mostly at his house than mine. The kids are with James this week, but we make a switch for game day.

  Our bags are packed and ready in the car. Cooper is carrying his bag when the phone rings. He picks it up with a grunt. Not sure who it is, but whoever it is he’s none too pleased. All I hear from his side of the phone are grunts, making me look at him funny.

  Once we get in the car on the way to the hotel, I look over at him. “What’s got your panties in a twist, Stone?” I try to make light of it.

  “That was the GM. He wants all the guys to do some red carpet shit before the game. Answer questions and shit. I hate doing that. I don’t do interviews. I play hockey.” He looks over at me. I lean over, kissing his cheek.

  “It probably won’t be as bad as you think it is. They probably want to know how you trained this summer. It’s going to be fine. You are going to kill it, then you are going to go on that ice and show them that you are that much better. And then”—I lean in to his ear—“You get to come home and do the naked tango with me. By the way, I have a surprise for you.” I go back to my side and look at him. His jaw gets tight, and his nostrils flare.

  Just when he’s going to answer me, I get a text notification. Looking down, I see it’s from Meghan.

  Hey, ho-bag. At the hotel. We brought our babysitter, and I’ve arranged a room for the kids, plus Matthew. Is that okay?

  Hey, slut bag. That sounds like a plan. We should be there in about thirty minutes. You excited for the game tonight?

  The thing with Meghan is that she hates hockey. She never really was into it. She just goes with it so she can eat hot dogs, drink beer, and socialize with the crowd.

  I’m so pumped. Tom just got a call from the spo

rts guys to do some interviews before the game, so it’s just you and me. Let the good times roll.

  Okay, Cooper has to do some ‘red carpet shit’ as he puts it, so it’ll be you and me.

  See you soon.

  We check into the hotel. Getting ready to meet up with everyone, I sense Cooper a little distant, but I’m sure it’s the nerves. While in the lobby, we meet with a couple of his teammates and their wives. All the wives are perfectly manicured and coiffed, leaving me in my yoga pants so out of their style.

  We make introductions, and they are all shocked when he introduces me as his girlfriend.

  One of the wives gives me a great big hug, confusing me. I’m not really the touchy-feely type, but I go with it for Cooper’s sake.

  “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Cooper has told Marky all about you and your kids,” she says, and she sounds so genuinely happy for him.

  “It’s great to meet some of Cooper’s friends. I’m very excited about tonight. I think they will kick some ass out there on the ice.”

  “Are you going to be sitting in the wives’ box with us tonight?” she asks. I look at her, not knowing what she’s talking about, so I look over at Cooper.

  “No, I got them all seats this time. Matthew wouldn’t like being in the box. I did get her a pass for the next time she’s here.” He grabs my neck, making me crash into his side. “I’m hoping she can attend all home games, but with the kids it might be tough.” He smiles down at me.

  “I’m sure we can work something out there, Stone.” I wrap my arms around his waist, looking up at him.

  “So, Parker, Cooper told me you ran his ass to the ground during training. Do you take on more than one person at a time?” Marky asks me with interest.

  “Well, I have to say he was easy to work with. I usually only work with one guy at a time, so they have the best that I can offer. But I’m hoping to get Tom on board so we can take on more clients during the off season.”

  Just then the rest of the guys all meet in the lobby, many of them fist bumping and nodding at each other. I am introduced to a couple of guys, but stay back a little, letting my man do his thing. My man. Just the thought makes me smile.

  Cooper walks back up to me, grabbing my face and kissing my lips. “We are heading out, too. Have to go meet the circus. I’ll see you there.”

  “Go kill ‘em, Stone.” I lean up, kiss him again, and push him out the door.

  I look around and say bye to the ladies, telling them I hope to meet up with them later.

  I check in with the kids before I head to my room to get myself ready to go see my man kill it.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Cooper

  The bus taking us to this red carpet shit is huge. Kind of like a party bus style. It’s game day, so there is no drinking before. Everyone is getting into their zone. Many are listening to music, some chatting with others about their time off and what the plans are for later.

  Marky sits next to me. It’s a ritual. We don’t call it superstition or even acknowledge it. It’s just a given. We sit together in the bus, in the plane, and have adjoining rooms when traveling.

  “So you really are serious about that chick?” he asks while scrolling through his phone.

  “Yup, you can say that. I want to marry her. She knocked me on my ass. Made me see that the only thing missing in my life was her.” I’ve never really discussed my girlfriends with anyone. I’m that type of private guy, but with Parker, I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops so everyone knows.

  “Dude, Monica is going to shit a brick. She’s been hanging around lately, more so than before. Discussing wedding plans. I’m taking it she didn’t get the memo that you guys are over?”

  “She showed up at my house. It’s like she doesn’t get that it’s over. It was over long before I left. You know it, even she knows it. It’s the fucking title she wants. It’s not going to happen.”

  Just then, the door of the bus opens again and in walks the owner of the team followed by the GM, the coach, and then the woman in question, Monica. She is dressed to kill, it seems. Tight black jeans mold her model like legs, and an open brown leather jacket revealing a white tank top under, showing all her goods for everyone to dream of. Not a hair out of place, she looks for me while taking a seat next to her father, winking at me before sitting down.

  Coach is saying something, but nothing is getting in. I feel a set-up. I have no idea why she would walk the red carpet. I have no idea why her father is here. Knowing my contract is up this year, maybe he wants to make sure I stay in line and don’t stray.

  We finally make it to the arena. Tents are covering the entrance. Fans line both sides, right behind the reporters for the evening. I see a couple that I know. A couple new faces. Looking over at Marky right before we get down, we wish each other luck. Marky is like me. He just wants to play the fucking game.

  The minute I step off the bus, I hear shouts and screaming. Chanting of STONE STONE STONE STONE fill my ears, making me raise my hand to the fans. I walk over to where the fans are and start signing autographs. This is why I do this, to see the fans. When I finally make my way over to the reporters, I’m surprised to see both Monica and her dad waiting for me. Her father comes up to me. “Stone,” he says. “Good to see you. Coach says you’re back and better than ever.” He slaps me on the back, smiling.

  “Yup, ready for tonight, that’s for sure.” I can’t be a dick. He’s still my boss, and I want this year to go as smoothly as possible. Monica takes this opportunity to move into my side and walk with us to the first reporter. She stands by my side, listening, smiling, and laughing at everything I’m saying.

  She tries to snake her hand into mine, but I quickly shake it out and put my hand in my pocket.

  So far, nothing is out of the ordinary. Lots of questions about my rehab. Till we reach a reporter I’ve always had issues with. Always trying to make me say something about things I don’t want to talk about. It’s a known fact in the locker room and with reporters that I will talk about the game, but I am not talking about my private life. EVER.

  So I’m shocked by his first question.

  “So, Cooper, sources have said you’ve recently moved away from the arena to the small town where you trained all summer.”

  I smirk at him. “Sources say many things. They also said I wouldn’t be able to play after having an early season last year.”

  “Sources say a woman by the name of Parker trained you. What do you have to say about her and her training?”

  “I trained at the same place Tom trained. He was actually the one who hooked me up with her. She knows what she’s doing, that is for sure. She is the best in the business. Her methods of training and her plans are what got me to where I am today. I will say she never let me off the hook. She pushed me harder and further than any other trainer I’ve been with.”

  “Monica, we are all wondering, will you be moving in with Cooper at his new house or will you be staying local?”

  Monica looks up at me smiling, making me almost glare at her. “It really hasn’t been decided. I do visit, but you know I have lots of work to do here. Planning a wedding isn’t easy.” She bats her eyes at me.

  What the fuck did she just say? I don’t even skip a beat when he asks his next question.

  “Will you guys wait till your break next season or get married before?”

  “Excuse me,” I say, looking at her and her father. “There seems to be some confusion on everyone’s part. I’ll set the record straight now so we don’t have to dillydally and you know your sources won’t be confused on the topic.” I look at him, feeling Monica’s dad get tense next to me.

  “Monica and myself have parted ways. We’ve actually parted ways even before last season was done. I will also say that this wedding she is planning is not a wedding that I will be attending. I wish her and her new fiancé all the luck in the world. And with that said, I can say that she isn’t going to be moving in with me at any time. It would make my girlfriend really uncomfortable having my ex-girlfriend over,” I say, looking at Monica while her face turns red, but I’m not done. “You guys know I don’t talk about my private life, but since it seems I need to set the record straight, I will say this. Parker, my girlfriend, will be here tonight cheering myself and my team on. I hope you guys catch her ‘cause she’s everything a man needs. Now, if you guys will excuse me, I have a game to prepare for.”

  And with that, I walk away, pissed that they made me walk into that shit. I take out my phone, shooting my agent a text saying we need to talk. Right after I press send, I get a text from Matthew. After the last time, I have all the necessary contacts for Parker, Matthew, Meghan, and her father. So I’ll always be able to get in touch with her.

  You pretty much destroyed Barbie on national television. Oh, by the way, we were watching.

  I text him back with the only thing on my mind.

  Is Mom okay?

  She was pissed, and I will say she and Aunt Meghan are having martinis, so I don’t know how the rest of the night will be. But she seemed to calm down after you left the reporter asking Monica who her new fiancé is.

  I’ll see her later. Hope you guys have fun.

  With that, I send one more text before I close down my phone.

  I love you.

  That’s it. Three words. Nothing else to say. I walk into the dressing room. The interview plays on the screens, some guys laughing at all the shit going on. I close it all off. Zone it all out. I’ve got a game to get ready for, but most of all I have to make my family proud.

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