Something So Right (Something So 1) - Page 78

“Gotta come. I can’t wait much longer,” I say, slamming her down on me. She takes one hand off my thigh and moves it to her mouth, sucking her finger into her mouth. She slowly reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit in small circles, helping push off my cock.

“Almost there,” she pants, rubbing now harder and faster. “Getting bigger.” She pounds down, one hand now twisting the nipple I don’t have in my mouth. Her hand still rubs her clit that is now slippery wet.

“I’m there, Cooper.” She comes hard or at least I think it’s hard, but she has my cock in her vise. I slam her down, riding out her throbbing orgasm twice more till I bite down one more time and then groan out my release, coming hard and long in her.

I swear it lasts maybe two minutes, maybe not. But then we are both panting and coming down from our happy ending.

“Fucking happy you’re here,” I tell her as she lays her head on my shoulder, kissing my neck softly.

“Hmmm, are you happy enough to take me into the shower and wash me? Because I can’t move.”

“You bet your ass I can.” I swing my legs off the bed, picking her up with me. I’m still inside her, half hard.

Walking into the bathroom, I turn on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up before pulling out of her. We both sense the loss of each other. She steps into the shower with me right behind her.

There is no way in hell this is going to be just a normal shower. We have ten days of fucking to catch up with.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Parker

I can’t stretch. I’m lying naked in the hotel bed. I reach out, hoping to touch Cooper but come up empty-handed. I raise my head off the pillow. My hair is probably a fucking bird’s nest. After he ‘washed my hair’—and I say washed my hair because if you can call putting shampoo on your hands, then proceeding to bend you over and grab your hair in his fist while pounding into me, then yes he washed my hair.

I’m not fucking complaining. It was the best night ever. After I actually washed my hair, while he walked out to order room service, we made a picnic in the middle of the bed. I should have known something was up when I saw the chocolate sauce. Thank God I was wearing the hotel housecoat since he opened up the sash and poured the chocolate sauce from my nipples all the way down to my pussy.

After eating me to orgasm twice, that’s right, twice, we needed another shower where he fucked me against the wall. I thought after I walked to bed, bow legged, mind you, can one die from sex? My body was dead. I had hickeys on my inner thighs and right near my nipples. That’s right, on both breasts. I also had his teeth marks on my shoulder blades from when he bent me over.

My vagina was sore. He ravished me. We finally fell asleep with him wrapping me into his arms. His cell phone went off a couple of times, but he simply shut it down.

“I’m off today. It’s you and me. Whoever it is I’ll call them back,” he said into my neck. So now here we are the next day and he’s not in bed with me. Not that anything would happen. I’m sure if it did my vagina would weep, and not happy tears.

I sit up in bed, looking around for the clock. It’s nine-thirty in the morning. Right then I hear the click of the hotel door lock. There he is, the man of my dreams. Dressed already in jeans, T-shirt, running shoes, and his classic baseball hat. But it isn’t his beauty that gets me. What gets me is the Starbucks he’s carrying in his one hand, the other hand holding a water bottle.

I reach both hands out and groan in pain. I’m not sure how my arms are sore, but I’m not even sure I can think without caffeine.

“Morning,” he says, handing me my cup of salvation.

I inhale the scent of the coffee. “I love you,” I say, and I’m not sure if I’m talking to him or the coffee.

He shakes his head, laughing.

“I’ve got practice in thirty minutes, and it looked like you were never going to get up.” He comes over, sitting next to me on the bed. He rubs my nipple with his cold hand, making it spring to action.

Fucking body has a mind of its own. I smack his hand away. “Don’t even think about it, Stone. I’m out of service. My vagina is out of service, so you’re shit out of luck.”

He leans back, laughing. “It’s game day, so I won’t be here much today. I’ll be back around three, then it’s back to the rink.” He looks over at me.



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