He leans down and smiles right before he places a gentle kiss on my lips. The funny thing is our eyes are still open, he’s still looking straight at me, through me, and it scares the shit out of me. I blink and try to look away, but he palms my cheek and turns slightly and licks my bottom lip, making me open my mouth and meet his tongue halfway. I drag my hand up his back and finally sink my hand into his hair. And. It’s. Heaven. I slide my tongue back into his mouth and push myself on my tippy toes in order to get closer to him. He slowly eases himself away while I’m standing here with my eyes closed.
“I think it’s best you go now before I fuck you in public.”
I’m blinking my eyes, trying to focus and hear his words.
“Get in and text me when you get home.”
I still haven’t said anything because frankly I have no words to say. He has just given me the best kiss of my life in the parking lot of Overtime, in public.
I don’t know how I make it home, but I do. I sit here in my car, thinking that I’m not sure what is going on, but I’m really hoping that I’m going to survive when he’s gone.
Chapter Six
When I show up for Monday’s session, Cooper is waiting for me as usual. He’s in his pre game jeans, T-shirt, and that fucking baseball cap, leaning against his truck with a to-go coffee cup in his hand.
“I come in peace,” he says, handing me the hot cup of java. I inhale the aroma and think to myself, damn does coffee ever smell good.
“Thank you.” I’m pretty sure I’m beaming a big ass smile that you could see even from Mars.
He leans down, sticking his face in my neck, inhaling me.
“Did you just smell me?”
“Yeah, babe, I did.”
“Dude, that is fucking weird, stop smelling me.” I’m giggling and can’t even stand myself right now. “So,” I say, drinking a nice long sip of coffee. “I know you think we have something working here, and I’m not saying we don’t. But I want to say that while we are here or in there”—I point to the rink—“you are just another person I’m training. There will be no special treatment, and if you so much as try to stick your tongue down my throat in front of people who work with me in my rink, I’ll slice your throat.” I look at him, daring him to challenge me.
He looks deep into my eyes and leans in and whispers, “I’ll give you this for now, but when I get in there”—he points to my chest—“new rules will apply.” He nips my ear, giving me goose bumps all over my body, making my nipples peak and strain against my sports bra. Thank God for padding because I would be high beaming the whole goddamn neighborhood!
“Lace up, Stone, we’re already late. I would hate for you to be late.” I smirk, then head inside, leaving him watching my ass.
We kill practice and by kill I mean he is killing it. He is better than the twenty-year-olds. His knee is still stiff sometimes, but that will ease with time.
I’ve changed out of my full yoga pants and have put on my booty shorts. Not short shorts but booty shorts. I’ve just finished his shake and am leaning over to place it on the counter with a smile and then walk out in front. I know the minute he sees my shorts as I hear a growl coming out from deep in his throat.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he’s whispering with clenched teeth, eyebrows pulled together.
“Um, shorts. I’m going to go running on the treadmill, so I changed.”
“Go fucking change. Now.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “You did not just tell me not to wear shorts.” I’m seething. How can he tell me what to wear?
“Babe, I’m giving you three seconds to fucking change or I’m taking you over my fucking shoulder and we are going to my place, and when I’m finished with you, there will be no more fucking shorts!” His whisper is turning into a snarl, and I can see the vein in his neck pulsing.
I point at him. “You are not the boss of me, but I’m going to go change now because I don’t want you to have a heart attack, so calm the fuck down.” Turning while jogging up the stairs, I can feel his heat right behind.
Once I’m in my office I want to slam the door, but his foot stops it from slamming. Coming inside, he closes the door softly, clicking the lock shut.
I turn to look at him, seeing fire in his eyes. It’s not the only thing I see. There’s also lust.
In two strides, he has me pressed against the windows looking out into the rink.
“Can they see us?” he asks.
“No, I can see out, but they can’t see in.” I’m breathless, and my nipples are straining. Aching. Needing.
He leans down and licks my neck ever so softly, making me moan, my eyes slowly closing on their own.
“You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” He nips my collarbone that is totally accessible with me wearing a tank top.
I can’t say anything, my words stuck in my throat, so I shake my head no.
He sucks on my earlobe, moving his hand under my tank, yanking it up along with my sports bra.
My nipples are pebbled and achy. Tingly. I want to beg him. All he sees is that I’m shivering.
“Your tits, babe, they fit in my hand perfectly. These nipples are so hard and pink, begging to be sucked.”
“Cooper, please.” He takes one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pinching it ever so softly, making my back arch up, looking for more.
“You want my mouth?” He bends his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking deep and biting just a bit, sending a shock straight to my clit. I’m now rubbing my core on his erection. I’m seeing stars. It’s been so long.
He goes to the other nipple, giving it the same love as the other one.
“What if I put my hand in your pants, baby, you’re going to be wet for me?” He is now pinching both nipples at the same time, making me so very close to coming. I’m gasping.
“Are you going to come for me? Just me touching you like this? I want a taste first.”
He leaves one breast and puts his hand into my shorts and is rewarded with my wet pussy.
“So wet. Baby, so wet and ready for me. Let me have it.”
I don’t even know what he’s asking me because he has now taken his finger and is rubbing my clit in small circles.
“Cooper,” I beg. At this point I think I would let him do just about anything he wants to me. Give him anything he asks. He puts one finger inside me so fucking slow I want to sink down on his hand. He pumps it in and out twice before running back up to my clit, giving me more pressure this time.
“So close, baby, I can feel your pussy trying to suck my finger in. You’re going to come on my fingers? You’re going to give it to me? You’re going to let me in there?”
I’m thrashing my hips down to make his finger get deeper, my back arching, needing something more, and he knows it.
He devours my mouth while sliding two fingers back inside me, having me moan into the kiss. My hand snakes up his back toward his hair where I’m pulling at it. Making the kiss more hungry, he is pressing his erection into my core, putting pressure on my clit while filling me with his fingers. I’m so close. I lift my hips just a tad and in that moment with the friction on my clit, I lose focus and come all over his hand. My mouth slips away from his, making my moan echo in the room. He doesn’t stop finger fucking me till I’m done riding out my orgasm. I don’t know how long I stay limp in his arms looking up at him, but all I see is his blue eyes clearer than day.
“Fucking ruined me.” I don’t know what he means, but he takes his hand out of my shorts and slips both fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.
“Fucking kryptonite. Babe, the next time you come it’s going to be on my fucking tongue.”
My brain cells have not gone back to normal. I’m standing still with my tits in the air, looking at him. “You’re coming over for supper or am I coming to your house?”
How is he able to have a conversation after what just happened? I go to pull down my tank top, trying to
make up an excuse. “Um...I was going to just go to bed early.”
I’m not making contact with his eyes. I can’t. I’m so embarrassed. I just came on his fucking hand in my fucking office. “Okay, fine, I’ll swing by your place. I’ll bring supper. Be there at five, babe.”
He lowers his head and kisses me one last time. I taste Cooper and at the same time I taste myself, making me ready for round two. “Okay.” And just like that he walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving me with my inner thoughts.
Chapter Seven
I need to call in the cavalry, and with that, I mean I need to talk to Meghan ASAP. I’m feeling like I’ve been pushed to the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. Okay, yes, it’s dramatic, but I just had an orgasm on Cooper’s fingers. If I can’t be dramatic now, when the fuck can I be?
Where are you? Emergency vagina moment.
She texts me back almost immediately.
Considering you haven’t used it in over two years, are you afraid it left you for greener pastures?
I roll my eyes and get ready to shock the shit out of her.
Cooper just finger fucked me in my office, and now the beast has awaken!!!
WHAT THE FUCK. GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS TO MY HOUSE ASAP.
With that I sneak out of the rink and hightail my ass all the way to her house. She’s waiting for me on her porch, the twins chasing each other while she laughs. She’s at complete peace, and I want that.
Walking over to the twins, I scoop them both in my arms, kissing their chubby little cheeks while they giggle, trying to squirm out of my arms so they can get back to chasing each other.
“Run free!” I yell, watching them try to run as fast as they can.
“Okay, slut, enough with attention to my kids, you need to start talking.”
I walk over to her, throwing myself down into the chair on her porch, then let my head fall into my hands.
“I fucked up so bad, and I have no idea what to do now.”
She pours me some water and waits for me to get the words out. I go on and tell her everything from the bathroom hook-up in her house to the latest incident in my office.
“Okay, so why do you think you fucked up?”
“Did you not just hear what I said? I made out with my client. I don’t get involved with clients, least of all clients like that.”
“You’re both single adults. Why not see where this goes?” She is trying to be the voice of reason, not helping at all.
“I’m older than him. He’s used to young puck bunnies with tits that salute the American flag, not ones that have nursed two kids. I have stretch marks, yes, a little, but they are still there. And the most important thing is I have children, two, whom he knows nothing of.”
“Okay, let’s tackle this one step at a time. Sure, your tits have fallen with gravity, but who the fuck cares? They aren’t that bad. Mine need so much help to get up there I need an over the shoulder boulder holder. Two, everyone has stretch marks. Even models. Did you not see Chrissy Teigen’s Instagram post last week? Her whole thigh has stretch marks, so what. And as for your children, if he wants you, like really really wants you, he accepts you with everything you have.”
I know that she has a point, but I still can’t see it. I only see the negative, I can’t see the positive, and for the first time in my life I hate James for putting me in this position. Putting that doubt into me. Making me believe that I’m just not good enough.
“I don’t know. He’s here for two months, so why don’t I just play it by ear? Like the kind of friends with benefits thing. But like not even friends, just the benefits part. I mean, if anything, my vagina deserves this one. That’s another thing. I don’t even know if I’m okay down there. What if I’m like loosey-goosey and he slips out or I don’t feel anything?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Have you seen his size? I’m thinking that it’s a whole package. You’ve had two kids not nineteen. You need to calm down.”
“I don’t know,” I say, looking at my watch. “I gotta go. I have a course with four-year-olds. That is always fun. It’s fun till they throw themselves on the floor and decide they hate skating.” I get up, kissing Meghan on the forehead, then wave bye to the twins.
Putting the Jeep into drive, I wonder how the hell I’m going to survive the next two months with myself intact because I don’t know what the future holds, but one thing I do know is that Cooper Stone is not going to take no for an answer.
I finish my next instruction class with just two kids collapsing on the ice crying for their moms. I count that as a success. While I skate off, I notice a new dad in the sea of parents taking his son’s skates off. They are new in the area, so I go over and introduce myself.
“Hi there, I’m Parker. You guys must be new in the area.”
The dad gets up, and I notice he is a nice size, and his blond hair is shaggy, falling into his brown eyes. He has a surfer dude kind of style.
“Hi, I’m Sam, and this little guy is Michael. We just moved in the neighborhood and saw the poster at the grocery store, so we came by to try it out. It’s a really cool place.” He smiles at me.
I look down and ruffle Michael’s hair. “Thank you so much for coming by, this little guy loves the ice. If he keeps this up, he’ll be way ahead of the older kids. Sometimes you have it, sometimes you don’t.”
After years, I can see who will have it and who won’t. This kid wants it. “We also have another class on Tuesday and Thursday evening for those almost out of instruction ready for hockey sense. If you want, you can check with Rebecca at the desk and tell her that Parker said he can attend the class tomorrow and see if he likes it.”
“Really? That sounds great. I will be here tomorrow. Are you doing those classes as well?”
I’m ready to answer him when I feel heat at my back.
“No, she spends the evening with me.” Cooper’s no nonsense tone has me turning around, ready to murder him.
“Sam, if you’ll excuse me and Mr. Stone. I look forward to seeing both of you soon.” I smile at both of them, turning around, hoping that Cooper follows me.
When we are far enough away from the group, I look up at him. “Are you out of your mind? That man is one of my new clients. You show up and basically piss on my leg, making sure he knows I’m unavailable.”
“Good, I’m glad my point got across. So, what do you want to eat for supper? Should we do it at my house? It’ll be better. I can start preparing and have dinner ready when you arrive.”
I look at him like he is out of his mind. Did he just admit that he pissed on my leg while asking me what I wanted to eat?
“Listen to me. You can’t do what you just did. If we do this for the next two months, it’ll be on the down-low, and by that, I mean no one but you and I know what is happening.” I’m standing in my skates, which gives me a little bit of a height boost to at least try to be a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re cute when you’re feisty,” he says, leaning in and tapping my nose with his finger.
“Stone, you’re treading on such thin ice it’s cracking, leaving you almost drowning. You need to back up.”
“Not going to happen, babe. He was undressing you with his eyes. Trust me, I know. I’m a man. I would be doing the same thing.” He leans into the counter, making our eyes line up.
“He was talking to me about his son and the extra skating courses,” I say, throwing my hands up.
“Okay, babe, we are going to agree to disagree, so are we having chicken or steak?”
“Oh my God, I may kill you by the end of two months. You may never play in the NHL again.”
“Oh, you’re killing me all right, ‘cause right now I want to lean in and kiss that mouth till you’re breathless while I slip my hands into your pants and see if you’re still wet for me.” He leans in closer, whispering in my ear, “I just know that we will be a perfect fit when I stick my cock in you. You are going to come on my cock so hard. You’re going to milk me?”
“That’s if I let you in there,” I say, trying to act like his words didn’t just send me into overload. “I want steak. See you at five.”
I walk past him right into my locker room to remove my skates, taking a minute to cool down, because if he’s as good as his words are I know it’s going to be that fucking good.
Chapter Eight
I pull up to Cooper’s rental house with butterflies floating in my stomach. After I had finished at the rink, I went home and did the girl things.
I shaved in every place that needs to be cleaned up. Not that I was a hairy beast or anything, but I wasn’t clean-cut like I wanted.
By the time I was finished I was silky smooth. I decide on a summer dress that’s tight on top, flowing at the bottom. It falls right between my thighs and my knees. I love the feeling of it sashaying while I walk.
It’s a nice mint green color, going amazing with my coloring and my rose gold ankle sandals. Of course being a girl I had texted Meghan my outfit, but the only thing she wanted to see was what was under my dress.
That’s the crème de la crème. I’m wearing an ivory lace bra with just enough support to put the girls up and matching lace thong panties. I don’t know if he’ll even see them, but just wearing them I feel sexy.
I ring the door, not ready for the sight that would hold me. He’s wearing board shorts falling low on his narrow hips, showing off his eight pack with the delectable V muscle. He’s a Greek god. How can one person be so fucking perfect? He’s also wearing his famous cap, backward this time.
“Hey, babe.” He leans in, kissing me full on the lips. “I was just going to start cooking. I decided to soak in the hot tub for a bit to ease the muscles.”
While he’s talking to me, the only muscle I’m thinking about is the one that is hiding in his pants. He clears his throat, shaking me out of my daydream.
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