Chapter Thirty

Parker

When we walk into the arena, we are just in time to see the guys skate onto the ice. The arena is still pretty empty because it’s the pre game skate. Some of the fans are all lined up by the glass, watching in awe. I feel my hand being pulled by Allison, who is following Matthew down the steps.

When we finally get to the glass, Matthew picks her up, placing her feet on the ledge of the board. “Look, Momma, there is Cooper,” she says, knocking on the window thinking that he can hear her. The other men that do see her smile at her, and she waits there. The men take off, doing drills one at a time when finally it’s Cooper’s turn. She shrieks like she just won the goddamn lottery. “Cooper, I made you a sign,” she yells, making everyone else look our way.

I mean, if you are someone looking at us we look like goddamn Cooper fucking Stone stalkers. We are all wearing his jersey. And we all look like we just hit up the candy store. While I’m pondering all the dirty things I want to do with him, Allison whips out a poster from her bag. There written in purple glitter is ‘Stone’s #1 Girl.’ He taps the blade of his stick on the glass while laughing, making my girl giggle. He then takes off his glove and shows her his finger pointing to her with a number one. It makes my heart melt. He then shifts his eyes to me and gives me a chin up followed with a wink. Of course, not one to get all girlie and shit, I proceed to chin him right back. Smiling to myself, I turn around and raise my hair up with my hand so he knows I’m wearing him on my back. I turn my head to the side and wink.

Before he even has a chance to say anything, he’s pushed forward by one of his teammates. But right before he goes to set up the drill, he sees his teammate look at me and wink. He doesn’t even have a chance to smile at me as Cooper has put his whole gloved hand into his face, pushing him back. I throw my head back and laugh.

“Let’s go, Stone, move that ass and show me what you’re made of!” I yell to him and watch him glare at me right before he takes off down the ice, setting up a great play.

Once they skate off the ice and the Zamboni comes back on to clean it, we make our way to our seats. We have the best seats that you can have, right in the corner, four rows up from the ice. Meghan is already in her seat, sipping on beer while holding a pretzel.

“I see you started the carbs party early?” I look at her.

“Fuck off, I diet all week. I can have a fucking pretzel if I want to.”

The response makes me laugh because she doesn’t in fact diet all week long. She is one of those skinny bitches we all make fun of. She has never ever needed to diet or work out.

“Actually, I think you should get a hot dog also. Just to make sure you get all the carbs you can. Oh, look, there is that dashing husband of yours.” Just as she turns around, Tom sits his ass in the chair next to her, throwing his arm around her, dragging her practically right onto his chair while he goes in for a kiss.

“Please, people, we are in a family setting. Besides, I’m sure you can wait. What was it last time? Two minutes and a half by the time he was done?” I blink at him, grabbing her beer, and taking a huge swallow. He glares at me, making me smile.

“It was longer than two minutes. Tell her, hot stuff.” He coaxes Meghan to fight for his honor, but she shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t really remember. You know what we should do? We should time it tonight, all night, and let her know tomorrow.” She kisses him on his lips while he whispers something in her ear, making her giggle.

The crowd stars roaring, flying to their feet when the teams make it on the ice. It’s season opener, which means each member of the team is introduced one at a time. The captain always goes last, so when it gets to Cooper the stadium erupts so loud Allison puts her hands to her ears. Matthew is howling with the rest of the crowd.

Cooper skates up to center in and raises his stick in the air, saluting the crowd, his helmet half on his head half off. After the anthem is sung, it’s time to drop the puck.

I am not going to lie. I was afraid he wouldn’t be ready. That I didn’t train him enough, but all that is put to rest the minute he skates up with the puck overtaking the defenseman and taking his first shot of the night. That one saved by the goalie. But just looking at the hunger in his eye, you know he’s back and better than fucking ever!

By the time the game finishes Allison is in my arms half cheering half asleep on my shoulder. Matthew is the one having the best time I’ve seen him having in a long time. He’s socializing with the rest of the team’s brothers. He’s right in there. High fiving, fist bumping, and doing whatever guys do when their teams win.

They announce the stars of the game, and it’s no surprise that Cooper is first. He skates around the ice, throwing out three pucks. When he gets to our section, he motions to Allison and throws the puck over. Matthew catches it for her and gives it right to her. She takes it and cuddles it to her chest. “Momma, he gabe me the puck.” She grins like a fool.

Tom has already left to go to do some post game interviews. We are walking out of the arena when my phone buzzes in my pocket.

 

It seems my girls are good luck. Meet me at the bar in the hotel. Post game drinks.

 

I smile to myself, typing out my response.

 

Maybe…

 

He’s fast to respond.

 

Maybe my ass!

 

The walk to the hotel takes us less than ten minutes. I walk Allison to her room and tuck her in. She’s taking the puck to bed and makes me promise to come get her when we wake up. Matthew was invited back to someone’s room to play Xbox or Playstation or something like that and will be joining them later.

“Okay, let’s hit that bar,” I say to Meghan.

“Um, you, my friend, are going to change into something sexier. Your man just won the game, his teammates will be there, and probably that fucking plastic Barbie, so you are coming with me, and we are going to change you to puck bunny style.”

I roll my eyes at her and know that even if I argue with her this is a dead end.

“Okay, fine, let’s go change. I think I brought my leather pants.” I throw my eyebrows up.

“You brought those and wore jeans to this game? Ugh, focus on the prize, Parker. Focus.”

“I’m not wearing fucking leather pants to an arena. That’s ridiculous.”

I walk ahead of her, not giving her a chance to say anything. Once I close the door, I change my clothes. My leather pants fit me like a second glove. I pair it with a loose camisole style top that is black and sheer. Both sides are attached with silver zippers. Then I grab my black Christian Louboutin slingbacks and put on my chunky silver necklace and bracelets, completing the look. Once I change my purse to my small clutch, I look at Meghan and curtsy.

“Better, your majesty?”

“Your body is rockin’. I mean, if I were into vagina I’d do you, and if we weren’t related and shit.”

“How much beer did you consume?” I ask her with a chuckle.

“Enough to make it last all night.” She winks at me and slaps my ass.

“What do the hockey players say before hitting the ice? You can do this, boys? Is that it?” She looks at me confused.

“I think they say ‘let’s go, boys’, but every team is different.”

“Okay, we’ll make our own, ‘let’s go get some cock’,” she says, not even trying to whisper.

“Oh, you are going to last all night. All night in a coma the way you’re going!”

She fluffs her boobs up to give her the extra push. “Let’s just go, shall we?”

I walk arm in arm with her. I’m not going to let her fall, and if I’m honest, I need all the support to get me there.

By the time we make it downstairs to the bar it’s jam-packed. The team has made its way back, and the drinks are being passed around.

I start to look around to see if I spot Cooper. He is at the other end of the bar. Tom sits next to him with another older gentleman I’ve never seen, and fucking Barbie. I look at Meghan. “It’s a good thing I brought these pants.”

She squeezes my arm. “Let’s go see our men, yeah!”

I make my way to Cooper, but he doesn’t see me right away. When Meghan gets to Tom’s side, she slides her hands around his waist, leaning in, kissing his neck. He looks down and smiles at her. It’s a look I’ve seen many times before. It’s a look no one can fake. It’s the look that says I’m whole now that you’re here. It’s a look that says I’ve waited my whole life for you. I want that look. I miss that look. I think to myself, have I ever gotten that look?

When Cooper sees Meghan, he shoots his head in my direction and smiles. I walk to him and it’s like the parting of the sea. It really is funny. He takes in my outfit, making his jaw tick. I guess this outfit is a winner.

“Hey,” I say to him. “Good game out there, Stone!” I slap him on his chest, my hand lingering. Before he says anything, I get a bump in my back, sending me forward a little.

I turn around, ready to excuse myself or say something. I don’t know if I was in someone’s way. But before I say something, the guy has a huge grin on his face. I recognize him as the teammate that was on the ice with Cooper when he was talking to Allison.

“Oh my God, it’s you. You’re the hot mom from the game. I think it’s fate that we both ended up here together, don’t you?” He leans forward like he’s going to whisper something in my ear.

“Alex.” It’s more of a growl than an actual word. “This is my woman, Parker. Parker, this is Alex.”

I turn to throw my hand out to shake his when I’m jerked back to Cooper. His hand snakes around my stomach. I lay my hand with my clutch on his and stretch my other hand out again. “It’s very nice to meet you, Alex, and yes, I was there tonight.”

“Fuck me, why does it surprise me that the hottest woman here is not only taken, she’s Stone’s? I need a drink,” he says, shaking his head, and moves down the bar to get that drink he’s looking for.

I look up at Cooper, tilting my head to the side. “Hey, there.” I see him smile. “That wasn’t very nice of you.”

I hear someone clear their throat next to me and turn, facing the gentleman who was talking before. Cooper turns stiff behind me. “Parker, this is Charles, the owner of the team. Charles, this is my girlfriend and rehab coach Parker.”

Fuck. Barbie’s father. No wonder he was giving me the stink eye.

I don’t even try to reach out my hand to shake his since I see his stance hasn’t changed, his hands still in his pockets.

“Nice to meet you, Charles.”

He of course doesn’t say anything and just nods at me. Barbie is beside him.

After what feels like an eternity, but is really a couple of seconds, he asks, “So you are the famous Parker who got our Cooper back into shape?”

I don’t make a point to tell him there is no our Cooper but just my Cooper. “That would be me. Yes, sir.”

“Did you know that he was taken when you started chasing after him? I mean, obviously he told you about my daughter and himself.”

I hear a gasp come from Meghan and see Tom look at her and give her a look saying to calm down, at the same moment Cooper’s arm falls from my waist.

“I’d tread very lightly there, Charles. This is not the time nor the place, and for the record, I ran after her. I not only ran, I fucking sprinted.” He looks at Charles. “Come on, guys, let’s go grab a table. It’s time to celebrate.” He leans down and kisses me, grabbing my hand, and dragging me to the closest available table.

Three hours later, we are still here all sitting around. The tables have been shoved together. I’m sitting next to Cooper, his arm around my chair, my shoulder in the nook of his arm. Many conversations are flowing. His teammates and their wives are very nice and friendly. Well, some are at least. The others are huddled in the corner with Barbie. After we came to sit down, her father Charles left, but she stayed and hung around with some of the wives.

I would catch her watching us often. I mean, if I could die from a look I’d be dead a long time ago.

“Gotta say, babe, it’s a good thing you didn’t wear those pants to the game. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate, let alone skate. My dick would have been hard the entire time.”

I laugh at him and lean over to whisper in his ear, “If you think this is good, you should see the surprise I have for you under this.” I kiss his ear, hearing him breathe.

“Okay, we’re out.” He throws down the drink in his hand. “Guys, I’ve got some celebrating to do with my woman. Good game tonight.” With that, he practically dislocates my arm from my shoulder when he drags me to the elevator. I don’t even get a chance to say goodbye to everyone.

He presses the button, turning me to face him. I snake my arms around his neck and look up at him.

“Someone’s impatient tonight?” I nip at his chin as both his hands squeeze my ass.

“These fucking pants. You know how many teammates’ faces I wanted to slam my fist into? Followed your ass every time you got up.”

I laugh at him. “That is not even true.” Just then the elevator arrives and we get in, followed by another person. It feels like forever by the time we make it to the room. I don’t even have a chance to put down my purse before he’s on me.

His lips capture mine, his tongue making its way in with mine. The taste of him is like coming home. I angle my head to the side, trying to take him more in me. My hands slip through his hair.

“Always so fucking good.” He kisses down my neck, his tongue coming out, licking his way down.

“I want to show you my surprise,” I say to him, taking one hand and rubbing his cock through his pants. “How about you get out of your clothes and wait for me on the bed?”

He doesn’t argue with me. Looking in my eyes, he shrugs off his jacket. Untucking his white dress shirt, he starts unbuttoning it. I move to him and unbuckle his belt. Once it’s open, I slide my hand inside his pants. My palm rubs his cock, and he throws his head back, moaning.

“Get on the bed.” There is a side lamp by the bed that is on dim. The curtains are open, allowing a glow from the streetlights.

He sits on the bed, his back to the headboard. He lifts his ass off the bed, taking off his boxers, leaving him in all his fucking glory. His cock is really fucking perfect.

He grabs his cock in his hand, starting at the base.

Looking straight at him, I take off my jewelry first. His hand slowly rubs his dick.

I unzip the top on both sides, and once I have it off, I’m standing here with my sheer black lace bra. Licking my finger, I drag it over my nipples that are already tight.

“So I was thinking the other day how much you loved to see me wear your name.” I glide my hand down over my stomach to the button of my pants, opening it, followed by the zipper. You can see the matching black lace thong when I shimmy the pants down over my hips.

“So I got to thinking, how would you feel if you saw your name on me somewhere else?” I step out of my pants. I’m now just wearing my bra, thongs, and shoes.

I rub myself in front of him, making myself wet and making him grab his cock harder.

I unclip my bra, throwing it on the floor next to my pants. I take my hands and tweak my nipples while looking at him. His eyes are almost shut, his hand moving faster. “Not too fast there, you didn’t see my surprise.”

“You better hurry up, babe, I need you soon.”

I pull my panties off, and he stops midway. I’m standing here in just my heels. My bald pussy glistens wet, but that isn’t why he stopped. It’s because right above my clit is a temporary tattoo that I put on. It’s one word. It’s the word I know would drive him crazy. ‘STONE.’

I take my finger and rub my clit while he watches. “Before you get carried away, it’s not a real one. But it’s close to it.” I dip my fingers in between my lips, taking some moisture on my finger, dragging it to my clit, making a wet trail right to his name.

“I want you to come and sit on my face, Parker. Now,” he says through clenched teeth.

I walk to him while he gets on his back. I sit on his face, not looking at the headboard but looking straight at his cock. Once both my knees are beside his head, he doesn’t wait for anything else, dragging me down on his tongue, making me throw my head back and groan.

I lean forward while he tongue fucks me and lick the pre-cum off him, twirling my tongue around his head.

When I go to take him all the way to the back of my throat, he bites my clit, making my back arch. I drag my teeth up his cock, twirling my tongue around its head, my hand dragging down right before it’s followed by my mouth. He thrusts his hips up, making him go to the back of my throat just when he sticks two fingers in me. He pumps in and out, touching that soft spot inside, making me grind back while he thrusts forward. I’m frenzied, trying to swallow his cock faster than possible. My spit drips down his balls that I caress softly.

When I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking softly, he takes that time to slowly slide one finger in my ass, pushing two fingers in me, making my system go into overdrive.

I fist his cock tightly, feeling him pulse under my fingers, tight enough that it’s snug. I grip his base, bringing it back up, twisting my hands when I get to the head, then leaning in, and sucking on just the head.

I feel him groan around my clit, the vibration shaking it. My pussy must be squeezing his fingers at this point because he thrusts faster in my hand. It’s in that moment I swallow him all the way in again, giving it extra lubrication for what I have next. I put my tits together with his cock nestled in the middle. He’s basically tit fucking me while I lick his balls.

He throws his head back and growls and it’s as if he snapped. Because he starts to finger fuck me so hard I think I’ll fly off the bed, both holes used at the same time.

“I want to come in your mouth, babe,” he says mid pant. I don’t even think I’ve heard him because I’m in my own world. The sensation of everything going on is too much. My pussy is getting ready to come. The feeling from my nipples all the way to my toes grows tight. He chooses that moment to take his two fingers and rub against my G-spot. “Babe, squeezing my fingers is almost pushing me out.”

I’m so wet it’s dripping. I feel it drip down my leg and just when I’m coming to terms with coming all over his face, I push his fingers out, squirting him. Holy fucking shit, what the fuck is happening? But he doesn’t stop. He puts his fingers back in, dragging them right along my soft spot, making me tremble on top of him. It’s too much for him because he tells me he’s coming. I swallow his cock to the back of my throat and fist his base in my hands, jerking him off till I taste the hot saltiness that is only him. He fucks my face the whole time he comes, and I swallow every single drop of him, continuing even when he’s finished.

I don’t do it for long, till he takes my ankles and flips me over. I spread for him. The look in his eyes is filled with lust, making me want it bad. Hard. Wet.

“Never came so hard in my life.” He pulls my knees back, really opening me for him. He places his cock at my opening. I’m thinking he’s going to ram me hard, but he does the opposite, entering me inch by fucking inch. The heels of my shoes push his ass into me.

“Harder.” I grab his ass with my nails.

He doesn’t move an inch. Instead, he moves side to side, making his pelvis rub against my clit. I contract around him, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. “Going to squeeze that cum right out of you.” I rake my nails down his pecs, pinching his nipples.

“Move.” I arch up and down, creating friction on my clit area. He pulls out slowly and pushes my legs back, smashing back into me hard.

“Play with yourself.”

I lick my fingers and roll my nipples, pulling them up, then moving down, grabbing his cock when he pulls out of me. He slaps it on my clit, making the head go into circles, then takes his fingers, tracing his name on my pussy.

“Brand you for real,” he says, thumbing my clit. “Put me back in you, babe.”

I put him at my entrance, and he slams into me hard, going deeper than before. The more he moves in me the more he throws my legs back. I one up him by taking my legs and placing them up on his shoulders, crossing my ankles behind his neck.

He goes the deepest that I think anyone has ever gone. “Tight, babe”—he slams into me—“so fucking tight”—slams harder, faster—“look at me,”—slam—“your pussy is taking my cock.” He slams one more time, and I’m there, so fucking there. My finger rubs frantically, trying to push myself over. My stomach starts to get that feeling of letting go.

“I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming.” And I fucking come hard, clenching him once, twice, three times, till he throws his head back, slamming into me one more time and roaring. I feel him pulse in me, feel him empty all in me.

He opens my legs and comes down to me, putting pressure on his arms so he doesn’t squash me. “How long does this tattoo last?” he asks, trying to catch his breath.

I run my hand up, cupping his cheek, making my thumb rub his bottom lip. “I have no idea. It didn’t say.”

“Can we wet it?” he asks, pulling out of me, making me feel a loss. His cum leaks out of me. He pushes his fingers in me, bringing them out covered in both of our juices, then he takes his finger and traces his name. “Best fucking feeling in the world having you there tonight,” he says, still tracing away. “You, the kids...I felt like a beast. Like I wanted to rip my jersey off. First time I ever felt so proud to have my family there.”

He looks at me then. Tears are forming in my eyes. In that moment I know that he’s never had this. He’s never had unconditional love before. He never had what I had. Never had that feeling that at the end of the day nothing mattered because I had two people who would love me regardless of who or what I did.

I follow his fingers on me. “Proud of you, so fucking proud of you. Allison went to bed with your puck.” I look him in his eyes.

“I want you in my house. Want your clothes hanging in my closet. Want Allison’s glitter shoes thrown all over the house. Want Matthew’s hockey sticks at the door.” He kisses my thumb that is still rubbing his lower lip. “I want you there knowing I’m coming back from the road to you and them. All I ever want is you.”

“Are you asking me, sorry, us, to move in with you, Cooper Stone?” I smile at him with love.

“No,” he says, and my smile fades, now feeling like an idiot. Looking down now, he pulls my chin up.

“Asking means I’m giving you the choice to say no. I’m telling you. Get back, pack whatever you want to bring. Sell what you want to sell. Rent the house out, keep it. I don’t give a fuck.” Now he smiles. His smile full of happiness, full of contentment, full of love. “We clear, babe?”

I do what I vowed to never do again. I agree to move in with a man. Except this time I don’t know why I feel like it was always supposed to be like this. I was always supposed to be his.