Something So Right(27)

He leans down, kissing me with tongue, not long but just enough for James to know that this isn’t just a date.

It’s a statement that it’s more than just one night.

“Now if you will excuse us once again, the kids are waiting for us, and if you’re wondering about tomorrow that would be a no, she isn’t free. She’ll be with me. All weekend. I’ll give Matthew my number, so if he or Allison need anything they can text me directly.”

I’m standing here blinking, my cheeks flushed from the martini and the kiss, more so from the kiss than from anything else.

“Bye, James,” I say, walking past him, holding hands with my man.

When we are far enough away, this is when I get mad. I can’t believe the fucking nerve of him. I can’t believe what a fucking idiot he is. Well, I know what a fucking idiot he is, I just can’t believe he would do that. Did he really think I would just jump at the chance to have dinner with him and the kids? Did he expect me to fall to my knees and thank him? He probably did, that is the funny thing. He probably thought I would jump at the chance.

“Babe, you can relax now, it’s over.”

“I can’t believe he would pull that. I mean, I’m on a date or whatever this is, and he’s sitting at a table with the woman he cheated on me with. That he is engaged to!”

He stops me right where we are, in the middle of the restaurant halfway from James’s table and halfway to ours, spinning me into his arms.

“Babe, it’s over. Whatever play he thought he had to make he made it. I am giving you a warning. He tries that again, it’s not going to be so nice next time.”

And with that, he kisses me again, this time without tongue but with the same intensity of the other one.

“Cooper, you are always kissing Mommy,” she says aloud, breaking up our kiss, making us look over and smile at her.

“Mommy always wants me to kiss her,” he informs her while we walk back to the table.

I look over at Matthew, and he finally has a smile on his face. I’m not sure if he is relaxing with me or if it’s from the open-mouthed couple that has just witnessed our kiss. Either way, all I know is that it settles both of us.

We end up laughing the whole time, with Cooper telling us tales of the NHL, then Allison’s take on why men are stinky after hockey. James and Tiffany do stop by our table to say goodbye. Cooper takes the high road, which means he makes sure he has one hand on my neck while nodding at James.

We finally leave the restaurant with plans to come back again soon. When we make it home, Allison is half asleep, so Cooper carries her inside while I prepare her PJs for her to slide into, tucking her in with promises to make pancakes tomorrow morning after skating.

Matthew disappears into his room to play his video game, and Cooper leads me to the back yard to sit outside. He pulls me down into his lap, kissing my neck softly.

“See, babe, it wasn’t so bad,” he says, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Only because you were there. My big hero.” I cup his cheek, leaning in, kissing his lips, my hair falling onto his face. “I’m going to have to repay you, but I’m not sure I know how.”

“Oh, I can think of a few things you can do for me.” His hand slowly makes its way under my dress. “I know Matthew is still up, so I’m just going to make sure you really are wearing those panties before I go.” Inching his way up, luckily we’re in the dark, so even if Matthew does come outside he can’t see anything. When his fingertips finally reach the satin of the underwear, I hear him curse.

“Baby, already all wet.” He rubs up and down.

“Hmmm,” I say, nodding my head up and down. I want to tell him yes, but it’s almost as if I’m in a trance.

He leans up, licking my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth, devouring me. Before it goes any more down the road. “Okay, I gotta go to bed. I have an early ice time with this NHL diva,” I say, walking him inside to the front door.

“Diva eh, I can guarantee you I’m no diva.” He grinds his erection into my ass, making me push back on him.

“Bye, Cooper.”

He kisses my neck. “Bye, babe, lock the door, yeah?”

“Okay.”

“Pack that bag, babe.”

“Okay, honey.”

I close the door when I see his retreating taillights.

I make sure I turn off all the lights downstairs. Walking upstairs, I stop at Matthew’s door.

“Hey, you’re still up?”

“Um, yeah, I was just going to head to bed.”

“Did you pack your bag for Dad’s? I know you have your ice time tomorrow, and then you have a game so there isn’t going to be a lot of time between.”