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.
“Good, I could use the rest.” I knew coming out here I’d be mostly by myself because Cooper still had to work. My Kindle is loaded and already waiting.
“I have a meeting scheduled after morning skate.”
“With who?” I ask, almost knowing what it would be about.
“Charles, my agent Scott, and Coach.” He takes a gulp of his water.
“Cooper, I think we should just forget everything.” I grab his hands, bringing one hand up to my lips. “I think we made our point.”
“Not going to happen. After our season opener, Charles called me to discuss how inappropriate the interview was. He wanted me to just pretend that I was with Monica.”
“What do you mean? Why didn’t you tell me?” I’m a little bit fucking pissed he didn’t think he should tell me this.
“Because it was an open/closed conversation. It was never going to happen. Monica and I were over. Finished.” He takes off his hat, running his hand through his hair. “I’m not fucking backing down. She pulled shit in front of the kids. That isn’t okay, and I plan on letting him know there will not be another fucking time.”
“She’s not worth it,” I state.
“Damn fucking straight she isn’t, but you are.” He finishes his water. “I have to get going. I’ll be back around three. Will you take a nap with me?”
“Only nap, Stone. You need your strength for the kick ass game you’re going to play tonight.”
Cooper
I killed it in practice today. Skated hard. Just having her here I feel at peace.
I’m now freshly showered and ready to take the bull by the horns. The bull being Charles. If he thinks he can strong-arm me, he’s got another thing coming to him.
I walk out of practice, sending Parker a text just because I can. Then I make my way to the meeting they set up in the coach’s room.
When I walk in, my agent Scott is already there. I greet him with a chin up. He knows how this is going to go. He isn’t at all surprised by the turn of events. After the red carpet fiasco, I laid my cards on the table to him. I wasn’t backing down. I had a no trade clause, so they had no choice but to not trade me. I was also planning on finishing this season on a high and walking away. It was time. Meeting Parker just made me come to peace with it.