I sit up, looking into her eyes. “It’s forever. You know this, right?”
“Promise?” she asks me with bated breath. “I’m not sure what the future holds, but I know I want it with you.”
Looking at her, I reach behind me, pulling off my T-shirt, throwing it on her clothes. She is now on her back, her elbows bent, propping her up. She’s watching me. I palm my dick jerking it a couple of times
“You excited to see me, Stone?” she asks, bending her knees, opening them to show me her wet bald pussy glistening in her juices.
I crawl on the bed to her, leaning over her. “I’ve been without you for so long,” I say. “I woke up from wet dreams twice in two weeks.” I rub my cock head over her slit, spreading my pre-cum all over her. She pulls her legs back, opening up for me even more.
“Put me in you,” I command her while she grips the base of my cock, rubbing it again up and down her slit before placing it at her entrance. Then in a second, she suddenly pushes me off her, leaving me startled and confused.
“I want to put you in me, but I want to be on top,” she says. Not one to argue with this beautiful girl, sitting up with my back against the headboard, I watch her crawl over to me, straddling my lap, putting her hot pussy right on me. She grabs my face, kissing my lips, making her tongue slide into my mouth. Turning her head to angle the kiss deeper, she rises up a little, and I feel her small hand grab my dick and then ever so slowly lowering herself on me. I groan into her mouth when I’m fully impaled into her.
It hasn’t been that long, but it has felt like forever. She grinds herself on me. Leaving my lips and grabbing my shoulder, she lifts herself up and down twice, making her tits bounce.
I cup both her tits in my hands, squeezing them, her nipples hard. I tug both nipples at the same time rolling them between my thumbs and forefingers.
“So good,” she whispers, and I groan, still bracing herself on my shoulders. I lean down and take one pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking deep. Her riding becomes harder. She is pounding down onto me once, twice, and then rotating her hips right against me.
“Missed this, babe,” I say while I change from one nipple to the other. I grab her hips, helping her rise up and slamming her back down. Her head rolls back, her tits in my face. Her hands have now moved behind her to hold on to my thighs. Leaning in, I bite her nipple hard, and a moan makes its way out of her, making her pussy start to get tighter. My cock waits for her before it takes the release it needs.
“Gotta come. I can’t wait much longer,” I say, slamming her down on me. She takes one hand off my thigh and moves it to her mouth, sucking her finger into her mouth. She slowly reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit in small circles, helping push off my cock.
“Almost there,” she pants, rubbing now harder and faster. “Getting bigger.” She pounds down, one hand now twisting the nipple I don’t have in my mouth. Her hand still rubs her clit that is now slippery wet.
“I’m there, Cooper.” She comes hard or at least I think it’s hard, but she has my cock in her vise. I slam her down, riding out her throbbing orgasm twice more till I bite down one more time and then groan out my release, coming hard and long in her.
I swear it lasts maybe two minutes, maybe not. But then we are both panting and coming down from our happy ending.
“Fucking happy you’re here,” I tell her as she lays her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck softly.
“Hmmm, are you happy enough to take me into the shower and wash me? Because I can’t move.”
“You bet your ass I can.” I swing my legs off the bed, picking her up with me. I’m still inside her, half hard.
Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before pulling out of her. We both sense the loss of each other. She steps into the shower with me right behind her.
There is no way in hell this is going to be just a normal shower. We have ten days of fucking to catch up with.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Parker
I can’t stretch. I’m lying naked in the hotel bed. I reach out, hoping to touch Cooper but come up empty-handed. I raise my head off the pillow. My hair is probably a fucking bird’s nest. After he ‘washed my hair’—and I say washed my hair because if you can call putting shampoo on your hands, then proceeding to bend you over and grab your hair in his fist while pounding into me, then yes he washed my hair.
I’m not fucking complaining. It was the best night ever. After I actually washed my hair, while he walked out to order room service, we made a picnic in the middle of the bed. I should have known something was up when I saw the chocolate sauce. Thank God I was wearing the hotel housecoat since he opened up the sash and poured the chocolate sauce from my nipples all the way down to my pussy.
After eating me to orgasm twice, that’s right, twice, we needed another shower where he fucked me against the wall. I thought after I walked to bed, bow legged, mind you, can one die from sex? My body was dead. I had hickeys on my inner thighs and right near my nipples. That’s right, on both breasts. I also had his teeth marks on my shoulder blades from when he bent me over.
My vagina was sore. He ravished me. We finally fell asleep with him wrapping me into his arms. His cell phone went off a couple of times, but he simply shut it down.
“I’m off today. It’s you and me. Whoever it is I’ll call them back,” he said into my neck. So now here we are the next day and he’s not in bed with me. Not that anything would happen. I’m sure if it did my vagina would weep, and not happy tears.
I sit up in bed, looking around for the clock. It’s nine-thirty in the morning. Right then I hear the click of the hotel door lock. There he is, the man of my dreams. Dressed already in jeans, T-shirt, running shoes, and his classic baseball hat. But it isn’t his beauty that gets me. What gets me is the Starbucks he’s carrying in his one hand, the other hand holding a water bottle.
I reach both hands out and groan in pain. I’m not sure how my arms are sore, but I’m not even sure I can think without caffeine.
“Morning,” he says, handing me my cup of salvation.
I inhale the scent of the coffee. “I love you,” I say, and I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or the coffee.
He shakes his head, laughing.
“I’ve got practice in thirty minutes, and it looked like you were never going to get up.” He comes over, sitting next to me on the bed. He rubs my nipple with his cold hand, making it spring to action.
Fucking body has a mind of its own. I smack his hand away. “Don’t even think about it, Stone. I’m out of service. My vagina is out of service, so you’re shit out of luck.”
He leans back, laughing. “It’s game day, so I won’t be here much today. I’ll be back around three, then it’s back to the rink.” He looks over at me.
“Good, I could use the rest.” I knew coming out here I’d be mostly by myself because Cooper still had to work. My Kindle is loaded and already waiting.
“I have a meeting scheduled after morning skate.”
“With who?” I ask, almost knowing what it would be about.
“Charles, my agent Scott, and Coach.” He takes a gulp of his water.
“Cooper, I think we should just forget everything.” I grab his hands, bringing one hand up to my lips. “I think we made our point.”
“Not going to happen. After our season opener, Charles called me to discuss how inappropriate the interview was. He wanted me to just pretend that I was with Monica.”
“What do you mean? Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m a little bit fucking pissed he didn’t think he should tell me this.
“Because it was an open/closed conversation. It was never going to happen. Monica and I were over. Finished.” He takes off his hat, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not fucking backing down. She pulled shit in front of the kids. That isn’t okay, and I plan on letting him know there will not be another fucking time.”
“She’s not worth it,” I st
ate.
“Damn fucking straight she isn’t, but you are.” He finishes his water. “I have to get going. I’ll be back around three. Will you take a nap with me?”
“Only nap, Stone. You need your strength for the kick ass game you’re going to play tonight.”
Cooper
I killed it in practice today. Skated hard. Just having her here I feel at peace.
I’m now freshly showered and ready to take the bull by the horns. The bull being Charles. If he thinks he can strong-arm me, he’s got another thing coming to him.
I walk out of practice, sending Parker a text just because I can. Then I make my way to the meeting they set up in the coach’s room.
When I walk in, my agent Scott is already there. I greet him with a chin up. He knows how this is going to go. He isn’t at all surprised by the turn of events. After the red carpet fiasco, I laid my cards on the table to him. I wasn’t backing down. I had a no trade clause, so they had no choice but to not trade me. I was also planning on finishing this season on a high and walking away. It was time. Meeting Parker just made me come to peace with it.
When you have lived and breathed hockey for so long, it’s hard to just walk away, but now I know what I’m walking to, and just that makes me feel at peace.
Coach is also sitting in on this meeting as the ‘neutral’ side. I sit next to Scott. The mood is tense. Coach doesn’t even want to be here, but he has no choice. It wasn’t a suggestion.
It takes two more minutes before Charles enters followed by Monica, making my blood fucking boil. I’m almost ready to jump out of my chair just as Scott puts his hand on my arm. Looking over, he smirks and shakes his head no.
I have no doubt that he is on my side.
Charles takes a seat next to Coach with Monica sitting beside her father.
Charles is the first to speak. “It has come to my attention that there was an altercation between you and my daughter.” He pauses to look at Scott. “An altercation that should have never happened.”
“You’re right,” I start, “you are one hundred percent right. This should have never happened. I have a contract. One that states I get certain privileges.”
“So this hissy fit you are throwing is about what exactly? You have to agree it would be in poor taste for your ‘friend’ to be in the wife lodge,” he says condescendingly, making me snap.
“I believe the only one making a hissy fit is the brat of a daughter you have.”
Charles sits up straight.
“Not only did she block my future wife from the lodge, she tried to verbally attack her in front of her children.”
“I think this has gone on long enough. You guys had a fight, a tiff if you may. It’s time to cut to the chase. Monica is very sorry for whatever you think it is she did. Let’s just start over.”
“You are right,” Scott states. “This has gone on for too long. Cooper dated Monica. That is over.”
I look at Monica and see her roll her eyes.
“Really, Cooper, isn’t this enough? I learned my lesson,” she states. “I’m willing to look past this and start over.”
“Have you lost your mind?” I stare at her. “Look past what exactly? That I don’t love you? That I never did? Look past that Parker will be my wife, something you would have never been?”
“That’s enough, Stone,” Charles says.
“No, it hasn’t even begun to be enough. Your daughter crossed lines. Lines that I drew. She knew we were over, she knew that whatever we had wasn’t anything to write home about. She took it upon herself to fuck with Parker and in return it means she fucks with me. You want to fuck with me, bring it on. But let’s be honest, Charles, I’m never going to marry your daughter, ever.” I lean forward.
“And on that note we see that the team is in breach of contract since stipulations were made and not followed through. Charles, I would hate to drag this into the courts.” Scott crosses his legs.
“Are you threatening me?” Charles asks.
“Call it what you want, but know that I have one year left on my contract. I also have a no trade clause, so I’m not going anywhere. You want to sit me out? Be my fucking guest. You want to buy me out of my contract? Fucking do it. But don’t fucking sit here and try to sugar coat this.”
“Okay, that’s enough,” Coach finally peeps in. “Charles, you start to push me, I’ll side with Cooper. This is fucking high school drama. We are sitting here because Monica fucked up, and you should be the first to see it. Are you really willing to put the team in jeopardy because she didn’t get her way?” Coach then looks at Monica. “This stops now.”
“Fucking right it does or else my ass isn’t getting on that ice.”
Charles gasps, and Coach smirks.
“I’ve had a shitty week, but deep down you know I’m the best there is. I’ve won some pretty big titles and brought you home a cup. I plan on bringing home one more, but I won’t even put the effort in if I know that you will let this go on.”
“Ball’s in your court, Charles,” Scott says.
“I’ll have everything cleared up right away. I don’t like it, I don’t agree with it, but I’m going to do what’s best for the team.”
“I also don’t want anything to do with Monica. You need something from me, get an intern to email me, call me. Whatever it is, she doesn’t come near me, she doesn’t call me, she doesn’t get to touch my family. I’m not fucking kidding. The minute I feel she is fucking with me, I’m out.”
“Okay, folks, this is over,” Coach says, getting up. “Cooper, see you tonight.”
Scott and I get up and head to the door, not even giving Monica or Charles a second thought. Once the door is closed, Scott turns to me. “Nice play saying you wouldn’t play.”
“Not even a joke. He’s fucked with the wrong guy. I will make his life hell if he doesn’t put a stop to her.”
Scott nods his head. “Looking forward to meeting your girl tonight.”
“Yup, supper after the game.” I turn and walk away, looking at my phone, and notice she didn’t answer.
Once I open the door, I see why. Knocked out on the bed, Kindle thrown next to her, my girl sleeps. Taking off my clothes, I sneak into bed with her. She’s wearing my shirt. My hand snakes under it, grabbing her breast. She moans and turns away. I pull her close to me, our legs intertwined, her ass spooned into my front and one hand still holding that breast. I close my eyes, taking me no time to join her in sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cooper
The days fly by, the weeks are but a memory. We finally get into a groove I’m okay with. I have also put my foot down with the amount of time we spend apart. No more fucking two weeks without her. I can’t do it, and I’m okay with admitting it.
She has also been a fixture in the wives’ box, making many new friends. I hear from the other teammates that their wives love her. Makes me smile because my girl can rock anything.
Thanksgiving was three weeks ago. We played away that weekend, so Parker came with the kids so we could celebrate together. Best feeling ever is sitting down, finally being thankful for something.
I’m sitting at the counter, drinking my protein shake while waiting for Matthew to come in. My palms are sweating. I’ve got nerves in my stomach.
I hear the garage door open, knowing that it’s him. I breathe out and say a prayer.
Matthew comes in, dropping his bag on one of the stools, then goes to the fridge to either get something to eat or drink. He is growing like a weed these days.
“Did you have a good day at school?” I ask him, hoping he’s in a good mood for the talk I need to have with him.
“Mmm,” he says while biting an apple and chewing.
“Good, so I kind of wanted to have a talk with you.” I place my hands on the counter.
He just looks at me, pulling his eyebrows together in confusion.
“I know how much you love your mom. I know that you are protective of her. I want to help you
with that.” I’m not even sure I am making sense, but Matthew has stopped chewing and is staring at me. “Before you say anything, hear me out. I love her. I love her more than anything. I love you, and I love Allison like you were my own. I’ve never wanted to be tied to a woman in my life.”
“Tied?” Matthew laughs at me.
“I want to marry her. I want her to be my wife. I want to watch her wear my ring, knowing that she’s mine. I just want her to be mine.” I blow out, taking my cap off, rubbing my hands in my hair.
“Okay,” he says. “I’m not sure why you are telling me this.”
“I’m asking for your permission. I want you to tell me that you approve of me, of us. I want to make sure you are okay with this. You’re her main man. I want to be her other main man.”
“You make her happy. Before when we would go to Dad’s for the week, I would worry about her. Now I don’t. I know that you won’t let anything happen to her. That you would put her before anything. So, my answer is yes. Do it. Ask her,” Matthew says, smiling.
“Okay, good, one down. Now I just have to convince her to take a chance on me.”
“You got a ring?” he asks, and I nod.
“I do. I had it since I went away on that god-awful road trip.”
Matthew throws his head back and laughs. “Dude, you were terrible. I thought they would bench you, that’s how bad it was. I cringed during most of the games.”
“Thanks, buddy, glad I can make you laugh.”
Three days later, I’m standing in the middle of the family room. The decorator just left. It took six hours for her to transform my house into a winter wonderland.
When she opens the front door, what is going to greet her is the banister wrapped in garland with white lights.
Lit candles make a path to the family room, red rose petals scattered in the pathway.
The family room is what is blazing. The fireplace is lit, making the room glow. The monster of a Christmas tree is in the corner of the room. I told her I wanted a big tree. I had no idea she would walk in with a fifteen footer.
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