SOMETHING SO SERIES

by Madison, Natasha

  “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I plan on fucking you everywhere we can for the next four days,” he says, tucking himself into his shorts. “You don’t need to walk, I’ll carry you, baby.”

  “Four days, eh?” I pull my bottom part of my suit over to cover myself back up.

  “Yup. Let’s go. I want to fuck you in the pool now.”

  My eyebrow shoots up. “Already?”

  “You are my drug, your body is my drug, everything about you is my drug.” He picks me up, carrying me to the stairs where he walks straight to the pool where he proceeds to fuck me on the steps. Fuck me, this is the best birthday ever.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  I can’t believe that we are going home tomorrow. It’s been a great four days, filled with sun, sand—some in places I didn’t think was actually possible—and sex. There has been lots and lots of sex. My vagina is sore from all the sex, but I wouldn’t want anything else.

  We are sitting on the upper balcony with tiki torches lighting up the night. The pool is lit up, giving a glow that is magical.

  I’m sitting with my legs in Cooper’s lap, while I look out into the horizon. My white long sundress is pushed up with Cooper rubbing my legs. Our skins are bronzed, our bodies relaxed.

  Cooper takes a sip of his wine and looks over. I can tell from his look something is bothering him. I’m not sure what, but it scares me.

  “We go home tomorrow. Ready to get back into the groove?”

  “Yes and no.” I take a sip of wine. “I can’t wait to see the kids, but I don’t want this to end.”

  “So why the secret?” He looks at me.

  “What secret?” I think I know what he is talking about, but I’m so not going to admit it.

  “Babe, I know by your look that you know exactly what I’m talking about. Why hide your birthday?”

  Oh fuck, here we go. I’m thinking about how to play this. I can either ignore the fact of why I lied to him or I can point blank tell him my insecurities. What is the worst that can happen? I take a gulp of wine, more for courage than to drink. Here goes nothing.

  “I didn’t want to think about it. I kind of wanted to skip over it this year.”

  “Why?” Such a loaded question.

  “Because,” I say with a huff, “I’m thirty-five this year. You just turned thirty, which means I’m five years older than you. I mean, five years is huge, especially with you. I mean, come on, look at you.” I point to him. “You get twenty something women throwing themselves at you all the time. I’m not stupid, you know.” I sip more wine and try to sit up, but he won’t release my feet.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” He looks over, angry. He is really pissed at me?

  “No, I’m not kidding. I’m thirty-five. I can’t compete with those women. I mean, not only are they younger, they are not moms. They don’t have stretch marks, or saggy boobs, for that matter.” I now look down at my hands. Maybe honesty wasn’t the right thing. I’ve left myself open.

  “Babe.” He leans forward to put his glass on the table and pulls me to sit in his lap. “Do you realize that since we started this thing with us I have been the one fighting off the men?” He pulls my chin up to look in his eyes. “And your body is so much better than those twenty-year-olds.” He kisses my lips. “And you being a mom, that is the most attractive thing about you.”

  I cup his cheek with my palm, leaning into him, placing a kiss on his jaw. “Aww, isn’t that sweet.” I’m trying to play this off, make it a joke. Till he grabs my chin.

  “Don’t you fucking dare pretend this doesn’t bother you.” He raises my face. “That shit in your head, I want it out, and I want it out fucking now.”

  Even though he is holding my chin, my eyes flutter down, blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall. What the fuck is wrong with me? I am so not this girl, or was I just not treated like a queen before?

  “Okay, fine.” I wrap my hand around his neck, kissing his lips lightly. “You like me better than all the women in the world.” I spread kisses down his cheek to his neck. “And I will take this shit out of my head, starting now.” I smile into his neck, feeling him grow underneath me. The cotton of my dress acts as a barrier, but I’m still able to feel his definition.

  “Oh,” I say, pressing my core more into him. “I think your cock is happy to see me.” I giggle while my hand rubs him.

  “Babe,” he groans while thrusting up a little. “As soon as you come in the room my cock feels you. It’s like he was made just for you.” He brings my face up so he can slide his tongue into my mouth, now making me greedy.

  He picks us both up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist while my tongue still slides against his.

  “Tonight we fuck in the hot tub.” He makes me throw my head back and moan while he leads me to the intended destination where he proceeds to show me exactly why he was made for me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  It’s been four days since we have come back from Mexico, and my ass is still dragging. I think it does have to do with the fact that I’m just not sleeping as well anymore. I miss Cooper in my bed. I miss waking to him snuggling me or waking to his mouth doing delicious things to me. Just the thought has me squirming on the ice while he skates by backward only to turn around and skate around me.

  I’m not sure how he knows, but he stops right next to me, snowing my feet while he does this.

  “What’s the problem?” he asks when he steadies his breathing.

  “Um, nothing. I’m just tired, is all.” The kids have been at my house since I got back and are leaving on Saturday, so I’ve been without him in the morning since we got back, and I fucking miss it.

  “You have that look in your eye.” He comes closer.

  “What look?”

  “The look that says your pussy needs me.” He takes off his helmet, his hair stuck to his forehead.

  “And what look is that exactly?” I’m wondering what this look is since I know I really can’t do it when we are out in public.

  “The look where you would eat me whole if I were naked,” he says, adjusting his pants, and I laugh because I know he is wearing a jock, which is quite constricting.

  “Okay, fine, I miss you, okay? I miss waking up with you.”

  He takes off his gloves, turning around to skate away.

  “Where are you going?” I look at the clock and notice we still have thirty minutes of ice time left.

  “I’m going to shower. I’ll be done in ten. After that I’m going to eat dessert.” He smirks, making my stomach flip and my pussy wet.

  “Oh, really, you know that I could say no to that.” Pfft, really, I can never say no to that, but let’s not give away the farm.

  “Babe, I smell your pussy from here. Go put on those booty shorts. Skip your panties. They will just get in the way.” And just like that he is gone down the tunnel leading to the dressing rooms. I do the only thing I can do. I go and put on my booty shorts without panties.

  Ten minutes later when I walk into the dressing room, I see Cooper coming out of the shower, a towel held loosely around his hips by one hand while the other runs through his damp hair. There are a couple of drops left on his chest, and I’m salivating just thinking about licking him.

  “Don’t you look good like that. I’ve missed this sight,” I say with a sly smile. Even though he said he wouldn’t sleep over with the kids there, it doesn’t mean he hasn’t been over when they go to bed.

  “You know what I’ve missed?” he asks, his blue eyes piercing into mine. “Your pussy on my face.”

  And just like that I squirm, my clit throbbing. I press my thighs together to get some sort of friction. It helps that there is nothing but my booty shorts blocking my nub.

  He leans on the doorway, making his towel fall, showing me his cock. Which has come to life. It’s rigid, it’s thick, and it’s ready. He strokes himself, looking at me. “Like what you see, baby?”

  I can’t even a
nswer, so I just nod my head up and down.

  “Come here.” His voice is demanding.

  I walk to him, stopping when I’m close enough to join his hands with my own. The minute I fist his cock in my hand, he lets out a groan, throwing his head back.

  On my tippy toes I’m able to kiss his neck. His head bends forward, and I feel his breath on my neck. He takes this opportunity to slide his hand into my shorts. He palms my pussy, making two fingers slip through my pussy lips, gliding his fingers into it.

  I turn my face to meet his lips. While he nips my lips, I open my mouth, and he slides his tongue inside. Our tongues dance with each other. The kiss turns more frenzied, until he pulls away from me and turns me so my back is to the wall.

  “Time for me to eat my sweet pussy.” Kneeling in from of me, he puts his mouth straight on my clit, sucking it in his mouth with my shorts. My back arches up while one hand goes in his hair.

  “Missed you so much, Cooper.” I pull his hair, just when he has moved the shorts over, presenting him with my swollen pussy.

  “So good.” He licks up with his tongue flat then pointing when it curls around my clit.

  “Missed this in the morning,” he says, inserting two fingers in.

  “Cooper, we don’t have time.” I’m panting. It’s been not even twenty-four hours, but lately it feels like an eternity.

  He pumps in furiously while sucking on my clit. I’m so close, it’s right there. I can taste it, I can feel it. It’s right there.

  “Hey, Parker, are you around here somewhere?” I hear Adam yelling. Bursting my bubble, I push Cooper off me so I can cover up all my lady bits. I’m hissing almost like a snake.

  “Fucking hell, who the fuck did I piss off up there that this is happening right now?” I’m saying it more to the universe than to Cooper, who is just laughing while picking up his towel and securing it around his waist.

  “Guess you are going to give me a rain check,” he says, still smiling while leaning down and placing a delicate kiss on my neck.

  “Do I have a choice right now? Get your ass dressed and out there before they think we are doing something dirty in here.” I’m not only angry, I’m frustrated. I went years without sex, and now all of a sudden twelve hours is like undergoing a root canal. It’s fucking torture.

  “Easy there. I’ll make it up to you tonight, double time. Does that make you feel better?” he asks while putting on his boxers and shorts, covering up my happy place.

  I groan out loud while rubbing my face. “Promises, promises, Stone. I’ll see you out there.” And with that, I turn around to the sound of him belly fucking laughing, making me even more pissed, vowing that he is going to work triple time tonight. Now that thought puts a smile on my face!

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Cooper

  This day is going to shit. First, I was interrupted while eating my favorite meal—Parker. Then I get home to a strange car in my driveway only to be confronted by Monica, my ex. My very clingy ex. Her coming to visit me shocked the shit out of me. I had no words for her. I just wanted to get away from her. I hadn’t spoken to her in over four months. Why she chose to show up and act like it wasn’t a big deal was a reminder of why we could never work.

  A shower was my out of that conversation. I had to get rid of her. She had to leave.

  I’m dressing in my joggers when I think I hear the front door shut , which is strange since I didn’t even hear the doorbell ring.

  When I’m finally fully clothed, I walk out just as Monica is coming into the kitchen from the front door, wearing my motherfucking T-shirt. The same T-shirt I was wearing some twenty minutes ago.

  She must have gone in my bedroom while I was showering, which is crossing the fucking line. We haven’t been with each other in over six months. What she is doing here is baffling me.

  “What the fuck are you wearing, Monica?” I ask with not one ounce of patience. This has gone on for long enough.

  “I thought I’d get more comfy since I was in the car driving here all day, silly. I knew you wouldn’t mind if I got comfy, and you know I love wearing your stuff,” she says, smiling and walking toward me, trying to snake her hand into my hair. I dodge that bullet and go to the fridge to look for juice or something, anything, to make sure I’m out of reach from her hands.

  “I think you should go put your clothes back on since you’re leaving in about ten minutes anyway. This visit is over.”

  “Baby, I spent four hours driving here ‘cause I missed you. I know you don’t want me to leave just yet. We can have a picnic like we did back home. Remember when I was the main course and—”

  Was she always this ditzy? Was she always this annoying? Jesus, what the fuck was I thinking?

  “Monica, we are over. We were over a long time before we were over. We won’t ever be back to where that place was.”

  “Baby, just one night. That’s all I’m asking for. We could watch a movie. Then see where it goes.”

  “It’s not going to go anywhere.” I cringe, thinking of her calling me baby and think how I ever thought she was what I wanted. I breathe in deep, looking at the ceiling, not sure what to do next. After we broke up, she moved three hours away from ‘our condo’ and when I say our I really mean mine. “Okay, fine, I know it’s a long drive and it’s late, so you can stay the night, but come morning you have to go. I don’t want to drag this on, Monica.”

  She looks defeated, but something in her eye sparkles. I don’t even know why.

  “Okay, baby, want to order something to eat or do you want me to cook something for you?”

  “Yeah, I guess we can order something for you. I’m training, so I can’t eat that food.”

  I’m standing in the kitchen thinking I need to text Parker and cancel the plans for tonight. The thought of Parker writhing beneath me gets my dick semi hard, but I block it out before Monica thinks that it’s for her.

  Babe, something came up. I gotta bail tonight. Will explain tomorrow.

  I send the text, waiting by my phone for that ping with a response since she is always near her phone. When ten minutes go by, I look at my phone and see that I don’t have an answer, so I text her again.

  Babe, did you get my text?

  Ten minutes later still nothing.

  Babe, call me.

  One hour later.

  Babe, is everything okay? I’m getting worried.

  I haven’t heard anything from Parker, which doesn’t make sense. She always answers, but now my texts remain unanswered, my phone calls going straight to voice mail. I’ve been sitting down watching this chick flick, biding my time till I have to go to bed and making sure Monica doesn’t get too close.

  Who the fuck knew she was this annoying? It’s been four hours since I’ve heard from Parker, and I’m about to lose my mind. I don’t know why but something in my gut tells me that something is wrong.

  When my alarm rings at two-thirty, I wake up covered by a naked Monica. What. The. Fuck. Before going to bed, I closed the door and told her to take the spare room. How I didn’t hear her come in is beyond me. This is fucked up. I shake her off me while getting out of bed. She sits up and makes the cover fall off her tits, tits I loved, before Parker’s.

  “Monica, cover yourself up.” I’m starting to get pissed. “What are you doing in my bed?”

  “Baby, I couldn’t sleep.” She’s batting her eyes. “I just wanted to cuddle. When I came in last night you didn’t say anything, so I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean, we’ve been with each other naked before.”

  “That was before. This is now. I’m trying to be a nice guy, but”—I put my hands on my hips—“I don’t want you here. I don’t want you naked or clothed or happy or sad. I want you gone. I train till one-thirty. Can you please be gone when I get home?”

  “But, baby, I booked off work for the week,” she complains like she’s going to get me to change my mind.

  “That isn’t my problem. I’m here to concentrate on gett
ing better. I don’t need nor want you here. You have to go.” With that, I turn and walk away, slamming the bathroom door. She needs to fucking leave.

  I leave without a second glance. It seems Monica isn’t fucking getting it. She is now prancing around fucking naked. I swear she better be gone when I get home or I’m driving her ass back home myself.

  I pull up to the arena on time and look around. I don’t see Parker’s Jeep, which isn’t strange since she always gets here two minutes before, and just thinking about her makes me smile. It makes my heart full. I can’t wait to see her. Being away from her was torture last night. We don’t have many sleepovers, but when she doesn’t have the kids she’s with me, and I look forward to that. I crave it.

  I get out just in time to see Tom’s car pull up. What is he doing here?

  “Hey, bud, what’s up?” I ask, grabbing my equipment bag from the trunk.

  “I’m your trainer today. I thought you knew,” he says while looking at me like I have two heads.

  “What are you talking about? And where the fuck is Parker?” My heart is hammering in my chest. The blood is going to my head. I’m feeling lightheaded. Fuck, maybe I’m having a heart attack. What if something happened to her and I wasn’t there?

  “She called us yesterday maybe around three-ish. Told me that she’s done with her level of training, and it’s time for mine. I have to admit I was pretty surprised since she usually gives me a heads-up. Then she and Meghan went on a ‘road trip’.”

  Around three. Isn’t that the time I was home in the shower and Monica was in my shirt coming back from the fucking door? I drop my bag and start pacing.

  “Okay, Tom, I need to know exactly what she said, word for word.”

  “Bro, chill. I didn’t even speak to her when she called Meghan. She was the one who gave me the message when she ran around the house gathering things and making plans for the twins. Is something else going on that I don’t know about?” he asks, and I see the confusion on his face.