Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
I follow his fingers on me. “Proud of you, so fucking proud of you. Allison went to bed with your puck.” I look him in his eyes.
“I want you in my house. Want your clothes hanging in my closet. Want Allison’s glitter shoes thrown all over the house. Want Matthew’s hockey sticks at the door.” He kisses my thumb that is still rubbing his lower lip. “I want you there knowing I’m coming back from the road to you and them. All I ever want is you.”
“Are you asking me, sorry, us, to move in with you, Cooper Stone?” I smile at him with love.
“No,” he says, and my smile fades, now feeling like an idiot. Looking down now, he pulls my chin up.
“Asking means I’m giving you the choice to say no. I’m telling you. Get back, pack whatever you want to bring. Sell what you want to sell. Rent the house out, keep it. I don’t give a fuck.” Now he smiles. His smile full of happiness, full of contentment, full of love. “We clear, babe?”
I do what I vowed to never do again. I agree to move in with a man. Except this time I don’t know why I feel like it was always supposed to be like this. I was always supposed to be his.
Chapter Thirty-One
Parker
It’s been a month since Cooper asked us to move in. We are still not officially moved in. I’m doing it gradually because of the kids. Slowly by slowly we are leaving more things at his house. But to Cooper it’s not fast enough. He wants it yesterday.
We stay there when he’s there but when he’s on the road we stay at my house, which has caused many little spats.
The following week, when he gets back from a practice, I’m in the kitchen making dinner when he throws down a brown manila envelope. He comes up behind me, placing a kiss on the back of my neck.
“Hey,” I say, “what’s in the envelope?” I continue cutting up the vegetables.
“All the home game tickets and your wife pass to get into their lodge.”
That makes me stop in my tracks. “Wife pass? I don’t understand.”
He walks to the fridge, pulling out a water bottle, and emptying it in one sip.
“There is a lodge where all the wives hang out during the game. I got mine today along with three tickets to every home game. In case you want to sit there.” He takes off his hat, tossing it on the island.
“Cooper, the kids can’t come to every home game. Some of them are during the week and there is school.”
“Whatever. If they can’t come bring someone or better yet give them away if you know you won’t use them. Give them to some of the kids in your classes.”
“That’s kind of you.” I walk over to him. He’s still in his workout gear half sweaty. I get on my tippy toes to kiss his lips, but he picks me up instead. I wrap my legs around him.
“Did you bring more stuff over today?” he asks.
I huff out. “Oh my God, this again. Yes, I did. I should also tell you that I had a talk with the kids during your last game away. It seems they are all in to move in. So next week when I have the kids we will bring more of our things.” I kiss his lips quickly. “There, you happy?”
“No, but I will be in about five minutes when I fuck you in the shower,” he says while going up the stairs two at a time. Where he totally fucks me in the shower.
After staying in the shower till we become prunes and the water turns cold, we go downstairs in search of the dinner I left half prepared.
He sits down on one of the island chairs. It’s the part of day I’ve come to love. It’s our meeting point if you wish. It’s the same thing when the kids are over. Even though we have a dining room table, we all assemble here to go over our day and eat.
“So we good to go with the kids?” he asks.
“We are good to go. Allison was a little sad because she thought that her princess room at home was going to be painted over but after discussing with her, in detail, we’ve said no paint shall ruin her walls. Matthew was quiet about it at first, but that night we sat down to discuss it more.” I look over at his confused expression.
Matthew has come around with Cooper, but he’s scared for me, scared for himself. “We just needed to discuss certain things,” I say, hoping he just drops it.
“What certain things needed discussing?” His brows close together.
“Well, for one, he wanted to make sure I was sure about this. Two, he wanted to know that this is his home as well, so he asked about friends coming over and what not. And lastly he asked us not to have sex anywhere but our bedroom.” I laugh, looking over at him.