Chapter 18
COOPER
Dad Joke Of The Day:
Why don’t cows ever have any money?
Because their farmers milk them dry.
I swim a few more lengths of the pool as I wait for Ally to come back out after Lucas asked her to take him inside for his nap. My heart exploded the second he asked her, the smile on his face and the stars in his eyes telling me everything I needed to know in that one moment.
It’s scary, knowing damn well we might get burned, but I knew then that, deep down, we were both falling for Ally.
I tried to calm my nerves when they went inside, and I went right to the group chat to text everyone about tonight. After that was done, I decided to hop in here to think because, whether or not people believe it, I do my best thinking when I’m working out.
Although I’m having a hard time talking myself out of going for it with Ally.
The guys should be over within the hour. They were just heading to the store to grab some burgers and hot dogs to throw on the grill and then said they would be here.
But I know Jax and Asher take at least twenty minutes longer than you plan for, and nine times out of ten, it’s because you lost them down the ice cream aisle.
Needless to say, I know it’ll be a bit. It’ll be a fun night, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little exhausted.
Still, Lucas and Ally both wanted to do this, so of course I said yes.
Plus, it’s nice all being able to hang out, no longer feeling like we’re walking on eggshells with Quinn and Ally—it feels like they’re really starting to get along again, and I’m happy for them.
Walking to the shallow end, I feel the water drip down as I flip my hair back and realize it’s about time for the haircut I honestly haven’t found time to get.
Moving over to a lawn chair, I collapse down on top of it, tossing a leg over as I lean back.
Letting my head fall, I relax, trying to calm my brain before Ally comes back down.
I want to finish our earlier conversation, and I’d love to do that before the rest of the guys show up.
Reaching over, I grab my glass of bourbon and take a sip, taking in the heat from the sun, the sound of “Caramel” by Sleep Token playing in the background as I think about these last two weeks.
They’ve been a whirlwind, but it’s also been the most relaxing and peaceful two weeks I’ve had in a long time.
It’s been so nice having Ally here helping with Lucas.
Especially because Lucas absolutely adores her.
The way he reacted to her while he was sick, wanting Ally and not me, yeah it stung…
for not even a second. And it was only because he’s never outright asked for someone else when he wasn’t feeling well.
But then I looked over and saw two unlikely people snuggled up on the couch, and my heart nearly exploded with happiness, a wave of relief washing over me in being able to share the responsibility that day.
Plus, it was adorable watching him smile up at her anytime she laughed, totally enamored with her.
But that’s not hard to imagine because I fucking adore her too.
She went from a thorn in my side to the light in my day.
How I let her in so quickly is beside me.
My walls have been impenetrable for years—until her.
The second she smiled, like really smiled at me, I cracked.
The moment I heard her laugh, the kind that comes straight from the belly, the uncontrollable giggling kind… yeah, I melted.
Then I watched her with my son, and she won me over, in my heart.
So why can’t I stop thinking about taking her to my bed.
She’s my son’s nanny. My best friend’s ex-fiancée. And my coach’s niece.
That’s three strikes and I’d be out.
Thank fuck I play hockey and not baseball, though, because I’m not sure there’s anything that could stop me from thinking about that woman right now.
The sound of the slider snaps my eyes open, and the sight of her walking to me is enough.
Her sun-kissed skin is barely covered up by a little red bikini that, the closer she gets, I realize is covered with little white hearts.
Such an innocent thing that looks like pure fucking sin.
I can’t help myself as I keep taking in her, my eyes sweeping every inch of her body from her painted pink toes all the way to her cherry red lips.
The only problem I’m finding is I can’t decide if I want to imagine my cock sliding between those cherry red lips or her ankles on my shoulders, her pretty pink toes right there as I drive my cock in her sweet cunt.
As she makes her way over to me, her eyes travel up from the ground, taking me in as I sit here, and damn it feels good.
I mean fuck, who doesn’t love a good ego boost.
Taking a sip of my bourbon, I track her as she makes her way to me, and to my surprise, instead of sitting in the chair to my left, she sits right next to me.
On my chair.
Her skin on mine—the heat from her body making me even hotter to the point I’m practically panting while simultaneously feeling afraid to move or even breathe—too afraid of ruining the moment.
“Hi,” she says breathlessly, her eyes traveling over my body, obviously making no attempt to hide her approval before finally looking over at the glass I’m holding.
“See something you like?” I growl, my voice low as I quirk my eyebrows up in question. Her cheeks immediately redden as her lips part, and damn it I’m back to imaging my cock sliding between them.
Choosing to save her from herself, I lift my glass up to her in question, and to my surprise she smiles and nods. Moving too quickly, she goes to reach for the glass and bumps it, causing a small amount of the liquid to spill out onto my chest.
She doesn’t apologize; actually, she doesn’t say anything as her eyes fall back down to my body, tracking the liquid sliding down my abs, her tongue darting out quickly as she licks her lips.
What’s gotten into her?
“What’s on your mind?” I ask, her eyes quickly jumping to mine, her pupils blown, eyes hazy as she gazes at me, but she doesn’t say anything, her cheeks still red as she checks my body out yet again. “Cat got your tongue?”
I want to give her a hard time that she’s looking at me like I’m an object—which I’m not. But for her, in this moment, I’d be just about anything if it meant I knew what she was thinking right now.
“No, I…uh, I don’t think I should say it.”
“Why not?” I ask, following her gaze to the whiskey still pooling on my skin.
“It’s not a good idea,” she says confidently, her eyes snapping to mine as I move to grab a towel to clean up the mess. “Stop.”
She says the words, and I freeze.
“I can’t clean it?”
“Not yet,” she says, licking her lips before looking back at me, her eyes charged, hungry. “I—I want to taste it,” she says, the words rolling off her tongue like butter, like she’s not setting my entire body on fire with just the way she’s looking at me. That was not what I expected her to say.
Those words feel like she just struck a match, two seconds away from setting the whole place on fire, and I’m ready to burn. Does she want the bourbon? More importantly, does she want the bourbon in the glass…or the bourbon off my skin.
Only one way to find out for sure. Reaching over to pass her the glass, my breath catches when she just shakes her head.
It happens all at once—in one moment she’s shaking her head, and in the next she’s grinning, leaning down over me as her tongue darts out, tasting the whiskey straight from my skin.
Her mouth trails down my body, starting at my chest and moving south, her tongue slowly lapping up the liquor, tasting it all the way down my abs, playing each one like a xylophone.
I’m in awe, unable to speak as I just watch on, seeing a side of her I’ve never witnessed before…a side of her I really, really like. She’s confident, bold, and apparently in the mood to take exactly what she wants.
It’s hot as fuck, and I immediately feel all the blood rushing to my cock, something I’m positive she’s well aware of based on her little smirk as she glances up at me.
She knows damn well what she’s doing, and even so…
she’s not backing down. Her fingers slide down my stomach, her nails scraping along my abs as she moves further down my body, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking hopeful for something in my entire life.
It’s the only thing I can focus on in this moment.
Nothing else around me matters except for this absolute bombshell of a woman touching me right now.
The sound of the gate opening doesn’t register as I watch her fingers slide to the edge of my shorts, her nails teasing the edge of my waistband, making a train across my body as she watches me squirm.
I want to help her speed this up, but I’m also not interested in forcing anything. She came over here and started this. This is the Ally show, and I’m just along for the ride…this time.
The second her fingers finally slip beneath my shorts, sliding down my body, I feel like I’m back in high school, practically ready to explode from her teasing me.
It’s apparent if I ever were to get a chance to sleep with Ally that I’d probably embarrass myself by coming in three pumps and 4. 2 seconds…but can you blame a guy?
She hasn’t even touched my dick, and I’m already more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Nothing compares to the way this feels right now, my body completely at her mercy and she doesn’t even realize it yet.
Glancing up at me, she looks unsure for only a moment before she shakes herself out of it, her confidence surprisingly back as she slides her fingers down just a bit more, her nails grazing the tip of my cock, sliding against my skin and making it jerk against my shorts.
She lets out a little giggle at the sight, obviously enjoying my body’s reaction to her.
This whole thing feels like a dream, especially as her other hand drifts up my side and starts to slip down the side of my shorts and I feel her tug.
Does she want them off?
I stop breathing, my whole body stilling as I watch her with bated breath, wondering just how far she’s going to take this…waiting for some sort of confirmation that I read the situation right because I don’t want to fuck this up.
But it’s apparent I didn’t read this all wrong as her fingers start to pull my shorts down, sliding them down just enough to expose my hard cock.
Her eyes widen as she looks at me, and I chuckle.
“You okay, Ally Cat?” I ask, right as I hear a loud voice yelling from in front of me.
Looking up, I see Jax spring across the yard, paying no mind to me as he screams, “Let’s party, motherfuckers!
” right before he cannonballs into the pool, soaking both me and Ally in water.
We freeze, neither of us really moving except her fingers slipping from my shorts, hiding my boner from everyone else, but at this point, they can all fuck right off and go back home. I want to finish what she just started.
She glances up at me, water sliding down her face, and her tongue darts out quickly catching it, licking her lips as she winks at me before standing up to go find the rest of the group.
Fucking Jax. That’s one way to ruin the fucking moment.