Something So Right (25 page)

She throws her bags down next to her. “You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.” Oh, she’s pissed. “How many fucking times do I have to fucking tell you to fuck off? You are worse than a fucking fruit fly.” She’s looking straight at Monica. “You know those annoying little bugs that never fucking die? That’s what you are. You try to start shit in front of my kids. You have me banned from the wives’ room and now I come to surprise him and you are here like a fucking dog in heat. Practically panting in heat.”

I’ve never seen her like this. She’s beautiful. She’s here in front of me, her hair braided loosely. Not a touch of makeup on her face. She’s wearing her black jeans that mold her ass, a white sweater, and black Chucks. To me she is the ray of sunshine after the fucking storm.

It takes me a while to realize that she’s actually here, but what is this stuff she is talking about?

I look at Monica, who is smart enough to not open her mouth.

“Wait a second. What is she talking about? Monica, what the fuck is she talking about?” I throw my napkin on the table standing up, placing my hands on the table, leaning forward. She doesn’t even attempt to say anything, her guilt written all over her face.

“Did you say anything to her in front of the kids?” My voice starts to rise, making some of the fellow people eating to look at this display, but I don’t give a fuck. This is the straw that broke the camel’s fucking foot or back, whatever the saying is. “Did you really get her banned from the wives’ room?” I say with my teeth clenched at this point. I’ve never been one to condone violence, but I would love to smack her. If Meghan were here, I would totally let her smack her.

Before she can even muster up her excuse, and that is exactly what it is, an excuse because she’s a spoiled fucking brat who is used to getting everything she wants. Not this time. Not me. I lean in, making sure her eyes focus on me and only me.

“Monica, I tried to be fucking nice. I tried to ignore you and be civil, but it stops right now. You see me, you don’t even fucking stop to say hello, you don’t fucking acknowledge me. I don’t fucking exist to you. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”

She swallows and slowly nods her head.

“That better be your word, but just in case you get any other ideas, I’ll be making a call to my agent and then the next is to your father. This is done. It’s fucking done.”

“Cooper,” I hear her, my angel, the light. “It’s finished,” she says, taking my hand, threading her fingers through them.

“Cooper, why don’t you take your woman away from here, yeah?” Marky says, his eyes on Monica.

I bend to pick up Parker’s bag, grabbing her hand again and walking away to the elevator.

“Cooper,” she whispers, but I just nod my head no. I need a second. I don’t want to do this here. She doesn’t know what else to do, so she does the only thing she can do. She puts her hands around my waist, and we wait for the elevator to open.

We don’t say anything till we get to my room. It’s a simple room with one king-sized bed. The covers are a mess. It shows that I tossed and turned all night long.

Once the door closes behind me, she turns around, looking at me.

“You’re here.” I lean down to smell her neck. Her scent is forever imbedded in my nose. “I missed you.” I kiss her neck. She starts grabbing my face, kissing my lips lightly. “We need to talk,” I tell her, making her follow me to the bed.

I sit down with my back against the headboard. I watch her as she takes off her sweater and shoes.

“I’ve been traveling since three a.m. to get here this morning,” she tells me while climbing on the bed, sitting right next to me, crossing her legs.

She doesn’t know the right thing to say right now. She’s never seen me this mad. I’ve never been on the edge like this, my body shaking with anger.

She does what I know her heart tells her to. She comes to me slowly, crawling onto my lap and straddling me. She finally takes off my hat, running her fingers through my hair. It’s probably still wet from the shower I took before going down.

She grabs my face and kisses me. Lips closed. Just a kiss. I sigh deeply, then lean in, hugging her. Breathing her. Smelling her. Always her.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper.

“I needed to stage an intervention. For the sake of the team.” She tries to make me laugh and make light of the situation. I smile, hugging her closer to me.

“I felt lost,” I say in barely a whisper.

She backs away from me to look in my eyes.

“I’ve never had attachments. I’m an only child. My parents were good parents. Gave me everything I could possibly need. I was really good at hockey, like really good even at an early age. So good that I got scholarships early on, as of grade seven. I practically lived on my own.”

She puts her hands on my chest, feeling my heart beating under it. Pounding.

“I would go home on holidays. That’s it. Summer would be spent training for bigger and better things. So, I never had a relationship with anyone really. I was always just my own person. Only thinking about me, myself, and I.” My hair falls forward onto my forehead, making her hand brush it back. “Never had anything to go home to or miss. Then I go and meet this smartass, sassy woman, and she knocks me on my ass. She takes my heart. She owns it. She gives me a family, she makes me a home, and I just want to be there. I want to cherish it.”

A tear rolls down her cheek, sadness passing over her eyes. She will never know how much that little boy wanted a mom who would be dragging him to practice, washing his equipment, nagging him to do homework.

“Baby.”

I catch her tear with my thumb. “Being away from you guys, I can’t explain it. It was like you guys were living without me. I didn’t like it. I couldn’t fucking cope.” I finally shake my head like I’m shaking the thoughts away from my mind.

“We weren’t living without you, baby, we were coping. It’s what we needed to do. It’s your job. You can’t change this, and I won’t let you. We won’t let you. Does it suck? Yeah, it does. Do we like it? Fuck no. I’ve never heard Allison complain more in my life. Matthew looks almost lost without you there to do whatever it is that you do downstairs in that dungeon.”

“I just didn’t want you guys to forget me,” I say.

“Forget? Babe, we PVR the games and rewatch them. True, they haven’t been your best games. And we have to talk about the camera and Allison learning how to read lips. Needless to say, she said the word fuck a lot.” I laugh, so she continues. “Do you know that she sleeps with me when you’re gone? In one of your shirts. It’s kind of sad really. Both of us in clothes that smell like you. Matthew is starting to get scared that we might start collecting your hair so we can start the cloning process.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask her.

“Tell you what, honey?”

“What Monica did! The whole thing with the kids, the banning you from the lodge. Is that why you left?” It’s like the lights are on now, so she doesn’t even try to deny it or lie.

“It was really nothing, but my ego was bruised.” She tries to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. But I can tell it bothered her.

“It’s being fixed today. You can bet your ass on that,” I tell her matter-of-factly.

“I have no doubt that you will have this taken care of, just like everything else that needs taking care of.”

“Are you staying long?” I ask her, not sure if I should get my hopes up high.

“Just until you head home,” she tells me, and then she gives me her best Cooper Stone smirk that I’ve missed. “I missed you in bed,” she says, leaning in to kiss my chest, making my body come alive.

I drag my hand under her shirt, cupping
my
breasts, the lace bra making her feel all the rigidness of my finger.

I lean in, forcing her to get her T-shirt over her head. Grabbing both breasts in my hands, I groan. “Missed touching you.” I lick her pebbled nipple through the lace bra. Not having the patience to take it off her, I proceed to rip it down.

She throws her head back and laughs at my hungry man act. “You’re acting like you didn’t come two days ago while we were on Facetime.” She looks at me, making my eyes dilate. “You remember that one right? I fucked myself watching you. I came so hard I was trembling.”

My eyes shade over. My erection is so hard it feels like it’s going to rip through my zipper. Parker leans down and pulls my zipper open, making me raise my hips so she can pull my pants down over my hips. I don’t even give her a second to think before I throw her off me and pull my pants completely off. I then walk to her and yank down her pants together with her panties, or what were her panties.

One look at her naked body and I want to fucking ravish her. I want to fucking own her. I want her to feel me all over her. I want her yesterday, I want her tomorrow, I want her always.

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.

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.