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)
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.