Coming August 1, 2016
The moment everything changed didnât happen in that clichÃ© rockets-red-glare kind of way, it happened in the form of a waking nightmare. I caught my husband, my high-school sweetheart, the father of my children, balls deep in a sordid affair.
That was when I gave up on men and love.
I didnât count on the NHLâs golden boy, the beautiful, arrogant Cooper Stone turning my life and my hockey rink upside down.
My kids are why I wake up in the morning.
Hockey is what Cooper breathes for.
Weâre from different worlds and places in our lives but when our hearts collided something so wrong and different turned into something so right.
We pull up to the house way after everyoneâs bedtime. Allison was asleep even before we pulled out of Meghanâs driveway. Itâs been a long time Iâve felt this content.
I look over at Cooper, who looks far away in his thoughts.
Heâs been like that all evening.
Once we get home, he quickly takes Allison out of her seat. Luckily she changed into her pyjamas before we left Meghanâs.
âI got her, babe, get the bags.â
Matthew is continuing his âcelebratingâ by staying over at his friendâs house. Usually I would say no, but like Cooper said, itâs like he just won the cup.
By the time I get inside and sort through all the wet things, I sense him before I feel him wrap his hands around my waist.
âBabe, come outside with me.â Something in his voice makes my heart pound. My hands are getting clammy just walking outside with him.
We get to the hammock, and he sits down on it, making it like a swing. His feet are on the ground in front, and the back of the hammock against his back halfway. âSit on me,â he demands.
âI canât. Iâm going to throw you over.â I stand there in front of him. He rubs his hands up and down the back of my legs, kissing my stomach. Iâm still wearing my sundress from this afternoon.
âI wonât make you fall, I promise.â
I comb my fingers through his hair, looking down into his blue eyes. Theyâre like the key to his soul, always bright. Tonight they look clouded, like a storm is brewing.
âOkay,â I whisper and straddle his lap. Iâm surprised we donât topple over, but Cooper has his feet planted on the floor, so we arenât going anywhere.
âBaby.â I look at him. âYouâre scaring me.â Iâm sure he can hear my heart beating in my chest.
âIâve never felt like this.â He whispers, âIâve had women, many women, but none were like you.â He kisses my chest right above my breast.
âOkay.â I twirl his hair through my fingers.
âWhen I looked over at you today and saw you sitting with James, my breath caught in my throat.â
âHoney.â I pull his hair so he looks up at me. âJames and I, we are the past. Way, way in the past.â
âYou made a life with him, you made a home with him, you have kids with him.â His voice trembles.
âI had all that, I made a home with him. I had kids with him. He threw that away. He tossed it aside.â Iâm trying to calm my nerves. Iâm scared that this is it. This will be the last time that I hold him. âCooper.â He looks up at me, and I snap, my heart snaps. âNo, you donât get to decide this, you donât get to toss me aside because you think you know what I want or need.â My heart is literally hurting. Itâs aching. I blink away the tears that are forming in my eyes, continuing what I have to say. âIf you donât want me, just say it, but donât you dare try to cop out of this giving yourself a clear conscience.â I drop my hands to my sides, looking into his eyes. I lean forward, kissing his eyes. âIâve had many years with a man who not only looked through me, he passed by me, not stopping to look at me. But you, you see me.ââI kiss his cheeksââIâve had many years not smiling. Now I smile so much my cheeks hurt. I smile for no reason at all. I smile at you and because of youââI kiss his lipsââIâve had many years of little kisses, but none of them made my heart flutter like yours, none of them left me breathless because of them, none of them I longed for.â I canât stop the one tear that has rolled down my face. âI want you, I want thisââI point from him to me with my handââI want this more than I care to admitââI put my forehead on his, our eyes watching each otherââI want you to want me,â I whisper the last part, my heart hoping that he does pick me, that he picks us.
âI want you,â he says softly. âI want all of you. I want your mornings. I want your afternoons. I want your nights. I want your tomorrows, baby. I want it all. I was so scared you would want what you had, and not want what we have.â
I donât say anything anymore. I just lean in, kissing his bottom lip, hoping he opens up for me, and he does. He opens so our tongues touch each other, and I know Iâm home.
I want to get under his skin and it still wouldnât be close enough. I fumble with his shirt, trying to rip it off his body. When my hands touch his chest, I make little traces of imaginary infinity signs all down his chest, hoping he feels it. He pulls down the tube part of my dress, bringing my bikini top with it. My nipples peak with the cold air on them. Cooperâs thumbs circle around my nipples, then he places his finger in the middle of my chest, making an infinity sign, all while looking into my eyes.
My need for him is all-consuming. He squeezes my breast, rubbing down to my ass. When both his hands cup my ass, he just palms it, pushing me more to him.
âHoney.â Iâm stopped by his tongue invading my mouth. Iâm invaded by his scent. His hand makes its way under my dress, moving my bikini bottoms to the side.
He enters me easily with two fingers, making me gasp. âAlways ready for me, always.â With my head tossed back, he kisses down my neck with his tongue all the way to my nipple.
He takes it into his mouth, sucking deeply, sending shock waves all down to my core. âHoney, please.â I look down at him. âBe with me.â
He withdraws his fingers from me, then opens his shorts, freeing himself.
âBe with me, baby.â I lift myself till Iâm positioned over him where I slowly slide all the way down, one inch at a time. I feel him stretching me open while he invades me.
I look into his eyes, hoping he sees what I feel. I move up and down again, all the while looking at him. Heâs beautiful. Heâs everything Iâve ever dreamed of, and heâs mine.
He picks me up by my hips, bringing me to the top of his dick before bringing me down again.
He lifts his feet off the ground, making us swing back and forth, putting him deeper into me. Itâs like we are on a swing, so I push back, making him go back, him pushing forward, both of us wanting to go deeper and deeper. Iâm close, so close. I know he is too because I feel fuller.
âHoney, I want you with me.â
âBabe, Iâm there.â He grabs both my shoulders, thrusting down on him where I come apart. I squeeze him, taking him with me. He is groaning out his release, all the while we look into each otherâs eyes. His blue eyes are clearer than before, more at peace, more calm. He kisses me deeply while still in me, the aftershocks of my orgasm still squeezing him.
âStay with me tonight?â I ask him.
âWhat about Allison?â he says, knowing that I never want to cross that line.
âItâs okay. We can set an alarm, wake up together. Say yes, please.â
âAs long as Iâm with you, itâs yes, itâs always yes.â
About Natasha Madison
When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...