Tawny exhaled hard, and I felt her calming herself. "I need to be with you. Hiding with Dad and not knowing what'll happen next was easier when you were here."
"Maybe you should come now?"
"What about Mom?"
"If you move here, I'll find a way to make things work."
"I don't know exactly where I am, though. I don't know where to go to get to a bus, even if I had the money."
"Soon then."
"Soon," she whispered.
We watched another ten minutes of TV together and then I had to hang up. Dealing with Cooper, school, fake friends, and my mother would be easier if I could talk to Tawny for more than fifteen minutes every few days. To settle my aching heart, I promised myself I would see her soon.
Chapter Ten
Before Cooper knocked, I opened the door and walked outside. He looked as edgy as I felt. Besides the edginess, Cooper looked hot. Wearing a wife beater over his strong chest plus faded jeans, he was hotter than I remembered. This was when I knew my mind was playing tricks on me.
"So are you bailing? Is that what this is?" he muttered, staring angrily at me.
"I have your number. If I wanted to bail, I would have called and told you to fuck off."
Cooper exhaled hard and then looked around the courtyard. Returning his gaze to me, he shook his head. "Why is everything so difficult with you?"
"Because you're an asshole who makes me feel bad," I said and then added, "On purpose."
"You wanted me to kiss you. We had a nice dinner, and you wanted to be close. I tried to be close, and you punished me for it."
"Fuck you," I whispered, stepping back against the door. "You knew what you were doing. You figured I liked you more than you liked me, so you could do whatever you wanted. I'm just trash."
"Fuck you back," he growled. "There is no way in hell you like me more than I like you. If you did, you wouldn't keep saying no."
"So fine, let's just fuck today and get it over with. That way, you can get on with your life."
"Shit!" he yelled, walking halfway down the path before turning around and hurrying back. When he reached me, I flinched at the ferocity of his movements.
"I want you so bad, but it's not just sex. If it were, I'd fuck someone else and pretend she was you and then flip you off and move on with my life. I tease you, but it's not about sex. You fucking know that too."
"I don't know anything," I said, nervous now because I wondered if he might hurt me. Looking like he was ready to hit something, his hands flexed in and out of fists. "I was really happy after dinner. I wanted to bring you here and make out, but then you scared me. You did that on purpose to make me feel weak. Fine, I feel weak and I'm afraid of you."
Cooper glanced to his right at the sound of people talking. Looking back at me, he lost much of his irritation. "It's hard being patient, okay?" he said in a needy voice.
"Then we'll get it over with today, and you won't have to be patient anymore."
Cooper's expression softened into a panicked, almost pained look. "I want all of you. Not just sex. I want you to take down all of your walls for me. It felt so fucking beautiful to see you a little better after you told me about Mrs. Prescott. I felt relieved, but also desperate. I want you to look at me like you did after you told me that story, but I have to wait. I get that."
"Sex will be another wall."
"We're not having sex today," he said, sighing. "You're looking at me like I'm a piece of shit that'll hit you. You actually look afraid of me. No way do you want to have sex, and I'm not doing it unless you're giving yourself to me. No fake Farah shit. No walled up crap. I want the real you and the real you doesn't want to have sex with me," he muttered and then added, "Today."
"Had to put in the disclaimer, huh?" I said, grinning slightly.
"It was too painful not to put it in."
"I do want to go swimming."
"And spend time with me?" he asked, nudging me with his knee. "Throw me a bone here."
"And spend time with you. Until you got pushy, I was excited to spend time with you. I'd like to be excited again."
Cooper again glanced towards the voices. Sensing he was irritated by any interruption, I stepped closer and took his hand.
"Can we go?" I asked. "It's getting hot."
When his soft gaze focused on my face, he smiled. "I brought the bike. Is that okay?"
"No, now go home and get your truck and come back," I said, grinning as I tugged him away from the neighbors who were getting louder. "Did you ask Bailey if I could wear her swimsuit?"
Cooper nodded. "She's excited to have a poor friend. It makes her feel better about herself. Now she'll want to share shit all the time to give her life meaning."
"She's young."
"Yes, but she won't like how you'll fill out the top of the swimsuit better than her. Get ready for bitchiness."
Glancing down at my small C-cup breasts, I frowned. "We're around the same size."
"Not really. I've seen her go streaking before, so I know exactly what size she is. Bailey pads her bras."
"You shouldn't tell people that."
"I'm not telling people," he said, climbing onto his bike and grinning back at me. "I'm telling someone who is too nice to tell her what I said. If you were a bitch who'd make fun of her, I wouldn't have told you. I can read people, remember?"
Climbing on behind him, I smiled. "Read me now. What am I thinking?"
"You're thinking you hope we get hot and heavy today, but not too hot and heavy. You're also hoping my parents like you. I also sense a little worry over how you'll look in the swimsuit because you want me to think you're hot, but you don't want Bailey to think you're too hot."
Hiding my face against his back, I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Not even close, Coop. Not by a long shot."
"Even without seeing your face, I know you're lying. You're just that bad at it."
"Whatever. Let's go before I sweat through my clothes."
Cooper said nothing for so long that I leaned over his shoulder to see him. "What?"
"I'm just thinking of you all wet. I needed a minute to get myself under control."
"Perv."
"Dork."
"Dipshit."
"Beauty."
"Sexy bastard."
"Hell yeah."
After this comment, he started his Harley. Tightening my hold around his waist, I felt his breath catch and knew he was having another horny moment. At this rate, he really would need medical attention soon.
With the breeze cooling my skin, the drive to his house was relaxing. As we turned onto the road leading to his house, I realized I was genuinely happy. Despite his behavior the day before and even the way Cooper scared me earlier, I couldn't stop smiling because I would spend the day with him.
Pulling past the main house, Cooper parked next to the garage. His dogs watched him and waited for a signal. He didn't give it to them, though. Instead, he waited for me to climb off of the bike. Joining me, he told the dogs to go away, and they grudgingly did.
"They want to slobber on you," Cooper said. "I understand their pain."
Grinning, I glanced around. "Where do you live exactly?"
"In the apartment above the garage. It's private. You can scream as loud as you want without my parents hearing," Cooper announced, giving me a naughty grin.
"Are you threatening me?" I asked, squinting hard as if suspicious.
"Bitch."
"Asshole."
"Hell, I want you naked so bad. You can't possibly know how much."
"That didn't make much sense so I'm assuming too much blood left your brain for southern regions."
Cooper groaned, twisting around as if uncomfortable. "Should have worn looser jeans."
"Weirdo."
"Geek."
Laughing, I noticed a small blonde girl with wild wavy hair appear from the house. She wore a yellow summer dress and an AC/DC cap as she strutted towards us.
"Hey, Sawyer."
"Is this your newest whore?" the little girl asked.
Scooping Sawyer up, Cooper tossed her over his shoulder and spun around. Her hat went flying, and she screamed in horror and a little joy. When Cooper lowered her onto his hip, she looked dizzy under her long hair.
"This is Farah," Cooper said, grinning. "She's my girl. Don't call her names."
"How come?"
"Because she's not a whore."
"How do you know? You test her out yet?"
"Holy hell!" Cooper said, dipping her upside down. "Who is teaching you that shit?"
"Fuckwad!" Sawyer screamed as Cooper set her on the ground gently. "He said good girls get rings, and bad girls get STDs. I want a ring."
Rolling his eyes, Cooper sighed. "Tucker's too stupid to know better. You aren't, so do yourself a favor and never listen to a word he says."
"She's pretty. I like blondes better," Sawyer said, eyeing me from head to toe.