Chapter Six

When I show up for Monday’s session, Cooper is waiting for me as usual. He’s in his pre game jeans, T-shirt, and that fucking baseball cap, leaning against his truck with a to-go coffee cup in his hand.

“I come in peace,” he says, handing me the hot cup of java. I inhale the aroma and think to myself, damn does coffee ever smell good.

“Thank you.” I’m pretty sure I’m beaming a big ass smile that you could see even from Mars.

He leans down, sticking his face in my neck, inhaling me.

“Did you just smell me?”

“Yeah, babe, I did.”

“Dude, that is fucking weird, stop smelling me.” I’m giggling and can’t even stand myself right now. “So,” I say, drinking a nice long sip of coffee. “I know you think we have something working here, and I’m not saying we don’t. But I want to say that while we are here or in there”—I point to the rink—“you are just another person I’m training. There will be no special treatment, and if you so much as try to stick your tongue down my throat in front of people who work with me in my rink, I’ll slice your throat.” I look at him, daring him to challenge me.

He looks deep into my eyes and leans in and whispers, “I’ll give you this for now, but when I get in there”—he points to my chest—“new rules will apply.” He nips my ear, giving me goose bumps all over my body, making my nipples peak and strain against my sports bra. Thank God for padding because I would be high beaming the whole goddamn neighborhood!

“Lace up, Stone, we’re already late. I would hate for you to be late.” I smirk, then head inside, leaving him watching my ass.

We kill practice and by kill I mean he is killing it. He is better than the twenty-year-olds. His knee is still stiff sometimes, but that will ease with time.

I’ve changed out of my full yoga pants and have put on my booty shorts. Not short shorts but booty shorts. I’ve just finished his shake and am leaning over to place it on the counter with a smile and then walk out in front. I know the minute he sees my shorts as I hear a growl coming out from deep in his throat.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” he’s whispering with clenched teeth, eyebrows pulled together.

“Um, shorts. I’m going to go running on the treadmill, so I changed.”

“Go fucking change. Now.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You did not just tell me not to wear shorts.” I’m seething. How can he tell me what to wear?

“Babe, I’m giving you three seconds to fucking change or I’m taking you over my fucking shoulder and we are going to my place, and when I’m finished with you, there will be no more fucking shorts!” His whisper is turning into a snarl, and I can see the vein in his neck pulsing.

I point at him. “You are not the boss of me, but I’m going to go change now because I don’t want you to have a heart attack, so calm the fuck down.” Turning while jogging up the stairs, I can feel his heat right behind.

Once I’m in my office I want to slam the door, but his foot stops it from slamming. Coming inside, he closes the door softly, clicking the lock shut.

I turn to look at him, seeing fire in his eyes. It’s not the only thing I see. There’s also lust.

In two strides, he has me pressed against the windows looking out into the rink.

“Can they see us?” he asks.

“No, I can see out, but they can’t see in.” I’m breathless, and my nipples are straining. Aching. Needing.

He leans down and licks my neck ever so softly, making me moan, my eyes slowly closing on their own.

“You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?” He nips my collarbone that is totally accessible with me wearing a tank top.

I can’t say anything, my words stuck in my throat, so I shake my head no.

He sucks on my earlobe, moving his hand under my tank, yanking it up along with my sports bra.

My nipples are pebbled and achy. Tingly. I want to beg him. All he sees is that I’m shivering.

“Your tits, babe, they fit in my hand perfectly. These nipples are so hard and pink, begging to be sucked.”

“Cooper, please.” He takes one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it and pinching it ever so softly, making my back arch up, looking for more.

“You want my mouth?” He bends his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking deep and biting just a bit, sending a shock straight to my clit. I’m now rubbing my core on his erection. I’m seeing stars. It’s been so long.

He goes to the other nipple, giving it the same love as the other one.

“What if I put my hand in your pants, baby, you’re going to be wet for me?” He is now pinching both nipples at the same time, making me so very close to coming. I’m gasping.

“Are you going to come for me? Just me touching you like this? I want a taste first.”

He leaves one breast and puts his hand into my shorts and is rewarded with my wet pussy.

“So wet. Baby, so wet and ready for me. Let me have it.”

I don’t even know what he’s asking me because he has now taken his finger and is rubbing my clit in small circles.

“Cooper,” I beg. At this point I think I would let him do just about anything he wants to me. Give him anything he asks. He puts one finger inside me so fucking slow I want to sink down on his hand. He pumps it in and out twice before running back up to my clit, giving me more pressure this time.

“So close, baby, I can feel your pussy trying to suck my finger in. You’re going to come on my fingers? You’re going to give it to me? You’re going to let me in there?”

I’m thrashing my hips down to make his finger get deeper, my back arching, needing something more, and he knows it.

He devours my mouth while sliding two fingers back inside me, having me moan into the kiss. My hand snakes up his back toward his hair where I’m pulling at it. Making the kiss more hungry, he is pressing his erection into my core, putting pressure on my clit while filling me with his fingers. I’m so close. I lift my hips just a tad and in that moment with the friction on my clit, I lose focus and come all over his hand. My mouth slips away from his, making my moan echo in the room. He doesn’t stop finger fucking me till I’m done riding out my orgasm. I don’t know how long I stay limp in his arms looking up at him, but all I see is his blue eyes clearer than day.

“Fucking ruined me.” I don’t know what he means, but he takes his hand out of my shorts and slips both fingers into his mouth, licking them clean.

“Fucking kryptonite. Babe, the next time you come it’s going to be on my fucking tongue.”

My brain cells have not gone back to normal. I’m standing still with my tits in the air, looking at him. “You’re coming over for supper or am I coming to your house?”

How is he able to have a conversation after what just happened? I go to pull down my tank top, trying to make up an excuse. “Um...I was going to just go to bed early.”

I’m not making contact with his eyes. I can’t. I’m so embarrassed. I just came on his fucking hand in my fucking office. “Okay, fine, I’ll swing by your place. I’ll bring supper. Be there at five, babe.”

He lowers his head and kisses me one last time. I taste Cooper and at the same time I taste myself, making me ready for round two. “Okay.” And just like that he walks out, closing the door behind him, leaving me with my inner thoughts.