Something So Right (24 page)

“I go on a road trip for two weeks after the game on Friday.”

“I know, you wrote it on the calendar. You also set it up on my phone.” I look over. “It’s kind of our first real test, right?”

“Test? What does that mean?”

“It means we’ve never really been apart that long since we got together. It’s going to be interesting to see how we handle it.”

His eyes turn to slits. “You think I’m going to fuck around, don’t you?”

“Umm, what the
fuck
?” I glare at him. “Are you deranged? You think I would move my kids, myself, my life in with you if I thought you would fuck around the minute your dick stays dry for longer than three days?” I point my finger at him. “You are an asshole.” I pick up my plate and slam it down in the sink. Well, not too hard or else I’m stuck picking up broken plates. “I’m going to bed.”

I don’t even wait for a response. I climb upstairs and go about my nightly routine. I hear him come in the room but don’t turn around to even acknowledge him. I’m so mad at him right now.

I get into the bed, turning on my side, giving him my back. Now this should be a sign that I’m really fucking pissed because I’m always in the middle of the bed, always. It’s our meeting point if you may. Turning off my sidelight, I hear him do his nightly routine in the washroom.

When he comes to bed, he turns off his light, bringing the room into darkness. I feel his heat hit my back, and he drags me to the middle of the bed. Curling up behind me, he moves my hair aside from my neck where he starts giving me little butterfly kisses. “I’m sorry. I was a douche,” he says between pecks. “I really am not looking forward to leaving you and the kids.” His hand sneaks up my shirt to hold my breast. “I could never understand it before when the guys used to bitch about leaving their family. But I get it now.” He turns me to face him, hiking my leg over his thigh. “Forgive me for being an idiot?” he asks, then kisses my forehead.

“I forgive you for being a fucking idiot, yes. I don’t like it either, but it’s what we signed up for, I guess. I’ve never had to do this before. I mean, my ex went on business trips, but it was a three max four-day thing. This is fourteen days. I’m going to miss seeing this mug in the morning.” I kiss his chin.

“The time change will fuck with us also. But the good news...” he says, “naked Skype.”

“Dude, Skype is so last year. It’s called Facetime!” I go to correct him.

“I don’t give a shit what you call it. It’s you naked, with me watching.”

I laugh at him. “Oh, I get to dust off the old toys.”

“Toys?” He seems confused.

“My treasure chest. My BOB. Well, actually I have many BOBs, so I’ll let you pick the color.” I rub my hand up his chest, feeling him get hard right in my center.

“You’ve never showed me these toys. Did you bring them here?”

“Nope, still at my house. It’s a thing that has to be done discreetly. I’ll be sure to bring them over only when you leave so I can surprise you.” I feel him pushing into my core.

“How many times do I have to say we sleep naked in the house?” he says, frustrated.

“Not many, except when you’re a dick and I don’t like you, say like ten minutes ago.”

It takes him one move to rip, I said rip my lace panties off. It takes him less than three seconds to enter me in one long stroke.

“Sleep naked always,” he says, bringing me slowly to my peak.

Well, who am I to go against the rules of the house!

Two days later I sit in the middle of the bed in one of Cooper’s T-shirts, watching him bring out his luggage. My stomach hurts. My heart is heavy. I know it’s silly, and it’s only two weeks but still, don’t judge me.

He throws the luggage on the bed. And when I say throw I mean fucking whips it.

“Oh Lord, you are acting like Allison right now.” I look at him, catching the things he is throwing in and folding them properly. Hey, I’m a mom, it’s what I do. He never answers me. Instead, he grunts.

“It’s going to go by fast, you’ll see, like it never even happened.” I try to sound peppy while he goes to the bathroom for his toiletries.

“You are staying here when I’m gone, right? With the kids?” He looks over at me finally.

I was actually going to do one last sleepover at my place, but by the look on his face I know I shouldn’t even attempt it. “Of course I’m staying here. Where else would I stay?” I get up on my knees, making my way over to him. Moving the luggage out of the way, I grab his hands. “Hey, enough of this shit. You have to go. It’s your job. You get to go and be a kick ass hockey god and make us proud. So Allison can go into school and brag about you.” That comment makes him smile or it could be that his hands made it under my shirt where he sees I’m not wearing any panties or bra.

“You remember my rule?” he says, cupping my vagina, dragging his fingers through my folds. I can’t answer. He has awakened the beast, so I just nod. “It works even when I’m not here,” he says, entering two fingers in me. “Ready for when I Facetime you so you can show me this pretty pussy.” His thumb makes it to my clit, putting pressure on it while he fingers me. “Bring a toy to bed every night so I can see you play.” He kisses my mouth, sliding his tongue in, making me grab his shirt, pulling him more into me. “Will you do that for me?”

I think I would attempt to climb Mount fucking Everest if he asked me. I moan into his mouth, his breath on my lips. I rock my hips forward, meeting his thrust, and in no time flat I’m coming on his fingers, throwing my head back.

“Yup, definitely going to bed naked and with toys. It’ll be fun explaining the wand to Allison.” I giggle at him. He just shakes his head, telling me to hurry up or we will be late for his game.

I have just been ushered inside the arena from the garage where we parked his car. I drove down with him so I can take the car home with me and so he can show me where he parks and everything. This is also where I’m to meet him after the game because the bus will be there to take them to the airport. They are flying out straight away. I left the kids with Meghan since I have them this week so we can have some alone time.

When I leave him at the dressing room door, I kiss him quickly, not wanting anyone to actually see me or us together. The press has been really respectful of our relationship, but I don’t want to give them any bombs either.

The doors to the arena have opened, the crowd slowly starting to trickle in. I visit the gift shop, buying Allison another T-shirt with Cooper’s name on it. She already has five but this one is in purple, so I know she’ll want it. After making the purchase, I make my way over to the lodge. It’s the first time I’ll be using this wife badge thing, and it makes me nervous as hell. I don’t know what to expect. I did meet most of the wives and girlfriends when there was the game opener, but I had Cooper to hold my hand. Now it’s just me, kind of set free into the wild.

Once I make it there, I see an elderly gentleman outside the door, I guess making sure no one goes in who isn’t supposed to.

“Um, excuse me, I’m not sure this is the right place, but is this the lodge for the wives slash girlfriends?” I ask, trying hard not to be so nervous.

He smiles at me. “This sure is. Do you have the badge with you? I need to scan you in,” he says, very friendly and with a smile.

“I do. Here it is.” I never got a chance to look at it. It has my name on it and under it Cooper Stone. Very official.

“Oh, you’re Cooper’s girl. I heard about you,” he says, trying not to stare.

“All good, I hope.” I try joking with him. But at that moment something happens, making the scanner beep. “Is everything okay?” I ask, making me even more nervous than before.

He doesn’t want to look at me, but he has no choice. “It seems that the badge has been cancelled. I’m afraid I can’t give it back to you.” He looks at me with a kind of pity in his eyes.

“I think there is some sort of a misunderstanding. You see, Cooper brought this home two days ago. Could it be it hasn’t been activated?”

“I don’t really know what the problem is, but I know that the message says I’m supposed to refrain from letting you in and confiscate your badge.” He tries his hardest to not make a big deal out of it.

But it’s a huge fucking deal to me. It’s fucking embarrassing. This poor man has to tell me that I’m not allowed in.

Just then, blond hair fills the doorway. Fucking Barbie.

“William, is there a problem here?” she asks, holding a glass of white wine in her left hand that still has on that fucking ring.

“Um, no, Ms. Monica. I’ve got it under control.” He tries to shield me so she doesn’t see me.

“Actually, there really isn’t a problem at all. You see, my badge isn’t working, but I’m assuming there was an error in the system, but now the picture is finally clear.” I look over at William and smile. “William, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you again soon.”

“Don’t bet on that. You see, I control who comes and who goes and I’m not letting Cooper’s country slut in here.”

William is just about to say something in my defense, I think, but I don’t let him, grabbing his arm. “That’s okay, William. Really, it’s fine. However, I would suggest you turn off the heat in the lodge. We wouldn’t want some of the plastic to melt off.”

And with that, I turn and make my way into the crowd. I’m fucking livid. I can’t believe this shit is happening. I can’t go and sit in my seat. He’ll know something is up.

I pick up my phone and send him a text.

Hey, just got a call from Matthew. Allison is sick, so I’m going to head back. I’m so sorry I can’t stay and kiss you goodbye. Call me later. I love you.

With that, I make my way back to the garage. Once in the safety of my car and out of the traffic, I finally let the tears fall. I do what I need to do in that moment. I call Meghan and tell her everything that happened. I tell her how embarrassing it was, how I felt like I got kicked in the stomach, how I had to keep my smile on all the while I was fuming inside.

But most of all I tell her that I didn’t get to kiss my man goodbye because of his ex fucking girlfriend. After arranging how we will kill and bury her body, I start to feel better.

Pulling up to the house I now share with Cooper, I smile. She can have her fucking lodge because I have his fucking castle. Booyah, bitch.

Cooper

I roll over in the bed. My body hurts. I’m fucking exhausted. It’s been ten days we’ve been on the road. Four planes, three straight losses. Each game more physical than the last.

My head isn’t in the fucking game. I’m starting to get fucking sloppy. Taking shit penalties because of my frustration. Taking checks that I should be able to shake off, but like I said, my head isn’t here.

I can’t even turn to Parker because she is the first to ream my ass when I call her. Of course she stays up to watch the game, and if that wasn’t enough she sends me texts through the plays, so when I check my phone there are many texts telling me to shake it off and play the fucking game. She’s right, she is a hundred percent right.

I just can’t do it. This is fucking hard. Being away from them for so long is getting to me. I’m fucking grouchy. I mean, we Facetime every single night. Which slowly leads to Parker coming with a plastic dick in her. I swear when I get home I’m throwing that motherfucker out.

I’ve even texted Matthew to ask how everything is, making sure that everything is really okay. I mean, from the time that Allison was sick and Parker had to rush home I’m waiting for someone else to fall sick. So far the coast in clear, but I don’t think for long. Last night Parker rushed me off the phone and said she was heading to bed early saying she wasn’t feeling all that well.

I take my phone off the nightstand. It’s the first thing I do when I get up. I check up on my girl. Sure enough, there is a message.

Headed back home, not feeling well. Will call you later.

Fuck. I knew it was coming. The three-hour time change doesn’t help either. When I finally roll out of bed, I throw myself straight into the shower, hoping the hot water helps my muscles.

Getting dressed, I head down to the restaurant. I usually hit up with some teammates, but I just want to be by myself. Once I sit down and look at the menu, the chair across from me is being slid out. Looking up, I see Monica. Can I catch a fucking break? She’s apparently been promoted to team assistant. I have no idea what the fuck that means, but she’s always fucking there. She is now traveling with the team.

I’ve been polite to her. But I’m reaching my limit. I have been in contact with my agent, which has been in touch with Charles to tell him she better walk a very straight line with me and my family or I’ll walk out of this contract.

“Morning,” she says cheerfully. Her hair is already coiffed and curled. Her face is in full makeup. I look at my watch, wondering if it’s somehow later than I thought it was. Nope, just nine-thirty. Maybe it’s because I’m with Parker, who doesn’t need to paint her face like a clown.

She’s wearing a white button-down top, of course leaving the top buttons open so her bra is on display. How did this turn me on? Just the thought makes the coffee in my stomach curdle.

“Morning. I really wasn’t looking to eat with anyone, Monica. I’m just not in the mood right now.” My phone signals a text has come in.

Where are you?

It’s from Parker. I guess she’s up now.

Having breakfast in the hotel lobby. How are you feeling?

I turn my phone face down because I don’t want Monica to see anything that goes on in my life. She reaches over, putting her hand over mine.

“Cooper, let me help you,” she says, batting her eyelashes at me while tracing my hand with her finger. “You know it was good between us. You can’t deny the chemistry we had. Remember that time...”

I don’t even hear what else she says because there is a commotion at the side of my table, so I turn around to come face to face with Parker. My Parker. Here.