Chapter Seven

I need to call in the cavalry, and with that, I mean I need to talk to Meghan ASAP. I’m feeling like I’ve been pushed to the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off. Okay, yes, it’s dramatic, but I just had an orgasm on Cooper’s fingers. If I can’t be dramatic now, when the fuck can I be?

Where are you? Emergency vagina moment.

She texts me back almost immediately.

Considering you haven’t used it in over two years, are you afraid it left you for greener pastures?

I roll my eyes and get ready to shock the shit out of her.

Cooper just finger fucked me in my office, and now the beast has awaken!!!

WHAT THE FUCK. GET YOUR SLUTTY ASS TO MY HOUSE ASAP.

With that I sneak out of the rink and hightail my ass all the way to her house. She’s waiting for me on her porch, the twins chasing each other while she laughs. She’s at complete peace, and I want that.

Walking over to the twins, I scoop them both in my arms, kissing their chubby little cheeks while they giggle, trying to squirm out of my arms so they can get back to chasing each other.

“Run free!” I yell, watching them try to run as fast as they can.

“Okay, slut, enough with attention to my kids, you need to start talking.”

I walk over to her, throwing myself down into the chair on her porch, then let my head fall into my hands.

“I fucked up so bad, and I have no idea what to do now.”

She pours me some water and waits for me to get the words out. I go on and tell her everything from the bathroom hook-up in her house to the latest incident in my office.

“Okay, so why do you think you fucked up?”

“Did you not just hear what I said? I made out with my client. I don’t get involved with clients, least of all clients like that.”

“You’re both single adults. Why not see where this goes?” She is trying to be the voice of reason, not helping at all.

“I’m older than him. He’s used to young puck bunnies with tits that salute the American flag, not ones that have nursed two kids. I have stretch marks, yes, a little, but they are still there. And the most important thing is I have children, two, whom he knows nothing of.”

“Okay, let’s tackle this one step at a time. Sure, your tits have fallen with gravity, but who the fuck cares? They aren’t that bad. Mine need so much help to get up there I need an over the shoulder boulder holder. Two, everyone has stretch marks. Even models. Did you not see Chrissy Teigen’s Instagram post last week? Her whole thigh has stretch marks, so what. And as for your children, if he wants you, like really really wants you, he accepts you with everything you have.”

I know that she has a point, but I still can’t see it. I only see the negative, I can’t see the positive, and for the first time in my life I hate James for putting me in this position. Putting that doubt into me. Making me believe that I’m just not good enough.

“I don’t know. He’s here for two months, so why don’t I just play it by ear? Like the kind of friends with benefits thing. But like not even friends, just the benefits part. I mean, if anything, my vagina deserves this one. That’s another thing. I don’t even know if I’m okay down there. What if I’m like loosey-goosey and he slips out or I don’t feel anything?”

She narrows her eyes at me. “Have you seen his size? I’m thinking that it’s a whole package. You’ve had two kids not nineteen. You need to calm down.”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking at my watch. “I gotta go. I have a course with four-year-olds. That is always fun. It’s fun till they throw themselves on the floor and decide they hate skating.” I get up, kissing Meghan on the forehead, then wave bye to the twins.

Putting the Jeep into drive, I wonder how the hell I’m going to survive the next two months with myself intact because I don’t know what the future holds, but one thing I do know is that Cooper Stone is not going to take no for an answer.

I finish my next instruction class with just two kids collapsing on the ice crying for their moms. I count that as a success. While I skate off, I notice a new dad in the sea of parents taking his son’s skates off. They are new in the area, so I go over and introduce myself.

“Hi there, I’m Parker. You guys must be new in the area.”

The dad gets up, and I notice he is a nice size, and his blond hair is shaggy, falling into his brown eyes. He has a surfer dude kind of style.

“Hi, I’m Sam, and this little guy is Michael. We just moved in the neighborhood and saw the poster at the grocery store, so we came by to try it out. It’s a really cool place.” He smiles at me.

I look down and ruffle Michael’s hair. “Thank you so much for coming by, this little guy loves the ice. If he keeps this up, he’ll be way ahead of the older kids. Sometimes you have it, sometimes you don’t.”

After years, I can see who will have it and who won’t. This kid wants it. “We also have another class on Tuesday and Thursday evening for those almost out of instruction ready for hockey sense. If you want, you can check with Rebecca at the desk and tell her that Parker said he can attend the class tomorrow and see if he likes it.”

“Really? That sounds great. I will be here tomorrow. Are you doing those classes as well?”

I’m ready to answer him when I feel heat at my back.

“No, she spends the evening with me.” Cooper’s no nonsense tone has me turning around, ready to murder him.

“Sam, if you’ll excuse me and Mr. Stone. I look forward to seeing both of you soon.” I smile at both of them, turning around, hoping that Cooper follows me.

When we are far enough away from the group, I look up at him. “Are you out of your mind? That man is one of my new clients. You show up and basically piss on my leg, making sure he knows I’m unavailable.”

“Good, I’m glad my point got across. So, what do you want to eat for supper? Should we do it at my house? It’ll be better. I can start preparing and have dinner ready when you arrive.”

I look at him like he is out of his mind. Did he just admit that he pissed on my leg while asking me what I wanted to eat?

“Listen to me. You can’t do what you just did. If we do this for the next two months, it’ll be on the down-low, and by that, I mean no one but you and I know what is happening.” I’m standing in my skates, which gives me a little bit of a height boost to at least try to be a force to be reckoned with.

“You’re cute when you’re feisty,” he says, leaning in and tapping my nose with his finger.

“Stone, you’re treading on such thin ice it’s cracking, leaving you almost drowning. You need to back up.”

“Not going to happen, babe. He was undressing you with his eyes. Trust me, I know. I’m a man. I would be doing the same thing.” He leans into the counter, making our eyes line up.

“He was talking to me about his son and the extra skating courses,” I say, throwing my hands up.

“Okay, babe, we are going to agree to disagree, so are we having chicken or steak?”

“Oh my God, I may kill you by the end of two months. You may never play in the NHL again.”

“Oh, you’re killing me all right, ‘cause right now I want to lean in and kiss that mouth till you’re breathless while I slip my hands into your pants and see if you’re still wet for me.” He leans in closer, whispering in my ear, “I just know that we will be a perfect fit when I stick my cock in you. You are going to come on my cock so hard. You’re going to milk me?”

I can feel myself get wet, and my knees tremble.

“That’s if I let you in there,” I say, trying to act like his words didn’t just send me into overload. “I want steak. See you at five.”

I walk past him right into my locker room to remove my skates, taking a minute to cool down, because if he’s as good as his words are I know it’s going to be that fucking good.