Chapter Thirteen
I can’t believe I’m going to have sex with Cooper. I’m really fucking nervous. I practically ran out of the rink today.
I had to do some serious bra shopping, and calling Meghan wasn’t the brightest idea I’ve ever had. If it were up to her, I’d be going there in a French maid’s outfit complete with crotchless panties. Although I do want him to rip my clothes off, I kind of want to do it with class.
So here I am in my car, on my way to Cooper’s house. My bag is packed in the back, burning a hole in my seat.
I got home, showered, shaved—fuck, I was even exfoliating! I had my hair a little wavy today, my makeup smoky.
So now I sit in my car in the driveway in my Michael Kors trench coat. I know it’s tacky as hell. But I’m tired of beating around the bush. I want to get laid. HARD.
I get out, leaving my bag in the car, because I’m going with the whole sexy lady in a trench coat. If he looks out all he will see is me in my coat. He will see the fishnet nylons topped with my black Christian Louboutin stilettos.
A gift to myself when we were in Vegas. Who knew I would actually be wearing them to have sex.
I fluff my hair, then ring the doorbell, hoping that my lip-gloss is still glossy and that I don’t leak sweat onto myself. I’m so fucking nervous, I feel like I’m going to throw up. The door swings open to show me Cooper just like I want him. In shorts and nothing else.
I walk past him, trying to do it as sexy as I can, but at this point my knees are weak. I don’t know if I can do this.
“Babe, it’s hot outside, what’s with the jacket? Where is your bag?”
He looks at me while closing the door. I take my time untying my belt. I wish I were smoother at this. I wish I’d practiced it before I got here. I’m seriously channeling my inner stripper, but I realize that inner stripper is on fucking vacation because she’s not here. I can hear my heartbeat all the way in my ears.
“My bag is in the car. I figured we could get it after.” I finally manage to untie the knot in the belt and shrug off the jacket, leaving me in my outfit.
I’m standing here in his living room, wearing a lace demi cup bra covering just the tips of my nipples, the underwire pushing them up, making them look fuller than they are. I am wearing a little black ruffled skirt that covers the lace thong that is underneath. I go to turn around to show him the skirt that just barely covers my ass. The skirt is holding up the fishnet stocking with garters.
He says nothing. His blinking is evident, and he licks his lips.
“Um…so…I was thinking that we could maybe just start with the sex?” I whisper, my confidence level going lower because he hasn’t said anything yet.
“You drove here wearing that?”
I look down at myself, folding my arms over my stomach, trying to hide myself now.
“This was a bad idea.” I go to get my jacket.
“Put that jacket on and I will smack your ass,” he growls.
“Um, okay.”
“Babe, I’m giving you three seconds to see if you want to change your mind, because after that I’m taking what’s mine. And I gotta tell you, babe, once I’m in, I’m in.”
He stalks toward me. Anyone else and I would step back, but with him, I know I don’t ever have to be afraid. I know that as long as I’m with him I’m safe.
His fingertip traces the lace of the bra right over the nipple, making it peak. “So fucking perfect.” He traces the other nipple with the same fingertip. “Fucking perfect.” He rolls the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it, sending a shock straight to my core.
“Fucking beautiful.” He leans in, taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking it all in, making the lace stick to my nipple.
“Cooper.”
He does the same to the other nipple. I squeeze my legs together to get some relief. My clit is throbbing, asking for him to rub it, to give it the touch it needs to push me over the edge.
“I knew it would be good.” He grabs me, lifting me, my legs automatically crossing around his waist. He grinds his cock against me, palming my ass in his hands.
“Babe, you come with my cock in you today.” He walks upstairs, kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. He drops me on the bed. “Scoot up, and show me that pussy.”
I turn around and crawl away, giving him a good look of my hand rubbing my pussy from behind. “Cooper, I need you.”