Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“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.