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.