10. Katrinia
10
Katrinia
C ooper is an animal. His lips, tongue and teeth are everywhere his hands can’t be. I’ve never seen him so desperate. Then again I don’t think I’ve ever needed him more either.
I drop his cock from my hand and push him aside as I bend over the counter. He immediately grabs my hips and drives back into me. Cooper fucks me with such a feral force he thrusts my hips into the granite, surely bound to leave me waking up tomorrow with bruises across my trembling thighs.
I slam a hand against the mirror to brace myself, meeting my eyes in the reflection as it cracks from the force. When he kicks my feet apart, burying himself even deeper inside of me, I scream out his name. My entire body tingles and shakes as my nerve endings erupt with every single one of his punishing thrusts.
His hand comes down around me, gripping my throat he drags me up off the counter bringing me flush against his hard chest. In this position I don’t think I’ve ever been so full. I whimper when he begins to cut off my air and I feel my body fall heavy in his hold.
“I need you Katrinia. I need you like I need air. I’ve been suffocating every day that I’ve been without you, and now that I have you I don’t think I can ever let you go again.” He growls his words into my ear before he releases my throat. I clench around him as white dots sparkle in my vision and I heave in gasping breaths. Though he doesn’t stop, he continues to rapidly pound into me even when my body falls forward convulsing through yet another mind numbing release.
A few seconds later Cooper groans, his thrusts becoming more strained and staggered before I feel his flood of heat as he fills me up again with his cum. It almost makes me sad that this feeling of being so full of him is a wasted effort. The idea of having children with Cooper was always something I dreamed about.
The only man my heart has ever loved would make an incredible father.
His hands grip my shoulders as he peels me off the counter top. His touch now is much gentler than he was only moments ago. When I look into his eyes I find that they are so full of love and longing. My hand comes up as I brush back some of his fallen honey colored curls and his hazel eyes close at my touch.
His entire body trembles and I don’t know what else to do so I pull him against me and I hold him as he breaks apart in my arms.
“I don’t think I’ll survive it again, Trinia. If you are going to leave please go now.” His words come out so cracked they are like barbed wire throttling my heart and I never want to cause him this kind of pain again.
“I don’t think I have the strength to walk away from you again.” I whisper and he pulls his head back as he stares down at me with hopeful eyes.
“I’m not saying we are jumping back into anything but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Yet .” I watch the smile creep across his face and in that moment I know it’s over for me. I’m a goner. A hopeless fly caught in Cooper’s dark twisted web of lust fueled debauchery and obsessive love.
“I can work with that.” He accepts, not a second before his lips find mine again.
Finally pulling himself away from me he tosses me over his shoulder and hauls me back over to the couch before dropping me down and tickling me. I squeal and we laugh, the act almost feels like old times.
With that thought crossing my mind and a scrapbook of our memories permanently inked across his body I don’t know if the old times are really what I want.
After getting dressed we grab our coats and lock up the shop. Walking down the cold dark lamp post illuminated streets of Salem, our gloved hands holding tightly to one another, he tugs me left when I try to go right.
“I live this way.” I nod towards Chestnut Street.
“Well I live on Hawthorne Street which is this way.” He tugs again and I follow him towards his place.
I’m not going to lie, I really don’t want to leave him and I am curious to see what kind of life he has made for himself here. Does he live in a traditional bachelor pad with panties everywhere and a mattress on the floor? Does he have roommates that leave take away boxes on the counters for days until they become once again a part of a living and breathing ecosystem? Whatever I’m walking into I guess it’s best to find out sooner rather than later.
A few minutes later we are standing on the stoop of a gorgeous red brick townhouse. He turns and warns me that Luna and Theo have been staying with him. A thought that didn’t cross his mind until we were already here. Allegedly .
“Theo already knows I’m with you. I told him when we left the bar.” He pushes open the door. “Plus you should hear about how he and Luna got together. Now that is a wild story.” He smiles and nods his head as I spot Luna on the stairs rubbing a hand across her forehead.
“Jesus Coop! Seriously?” Luna’s hands fly to her hips.
“I didn’t say anything, I just said it’s a wild story.” He chuckles as he wraps an arm around my waist. “Boss lady, we have something to tell you….”
“Oh drop the act, Cooper. Theo already told me you were going to try and win her back.” She shoves him in the shoulder as she comes down the stairs. “As long as you are both consenting and are still doing what you need to do, I don’t care what you do or don’t do in your personal time. Fuck, marry, kill each other for all I care just keep business, business.” Luna instructs as she grabs a couple bottles of water from the fridge before heading back towards the stairs.
“You got it boss lady.” Cooper hollers after her before he snatches me up and sets me on the counter. “You heard the woman. I choose we fuck first. Maybe get married later, it’s getting a little late to find a priest.” Cooper teases as he starts peeling off my coat.
“Cooper!” I laugh and swat him away. “I want to see your place. Show me where you live.” I insist, hopping down off the counter.
As I look around it’s not what I expected. I guess because we never really got the chance to be with each other as real adults. I was heading off to college and he was in the Army when our relationship imploded. I’m curious to know the man standing behind me as I snoop around his place.
Taking it all in, I realize I like it here. It’s dark and moody, very atmospheric.
“Did you hire a decorator?” A genuine question as I pick up a metallic teal skull from the built in bookcase. I look it over before setting it back down.
“Well thanks for the ego boost but no this is all me. I bought this place a couple years after opening the shop and it was basically a blank slate. I built the shelves over there and upgraded the crown moldings, painted the cabinets and picked out all the furniture myself.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my chest.
“The style between here and the shop is so cohesive.” I say pulling a book off the shelf and flipping it over in my hands. Setting it back in its place I notice an entire section on the opposite side that is filled with all my favorite titles.
I turn to look at him and he seems a little nervous. Turning back around I pull out a classic first edition of Peter and Wendy. This was my favorite book as a child. I had multiple copies in English and in Russian taking up space on my bookshelf. It’s also the book Cooper first learned how to read in my native language when he started learning for me.
“Anytime I come across a book I knew you liked or thought you would like I bought it. My therapist calls it obsessive compulsive disorder triggered by post traumatic stress. My obsession with memorializing our moments and buying the books is a trigger brought on by my OCD which I use to cope with the PTSD or at least that’s what he says.” Cooper sighs, rolling his eyes as he falls back onto the couch. I come to sit on his lap and his hands instantly cradle me against him like he still thinks I’m going to run and he will never see me again.
“So the chocolate, the vodka, the books and tattoos are all because of me?” I ask as my heart sinks, feeling suddenly flooded with guilt. “Because of something that happened in the Army?”
He shakes his head. “No dorogoy, my PTSD isn’t from the Army. Although, the Army fucking sucked.”
“I don’t understand.” I look down to find his eyes and I’m met with a struggle. An internal war is waging inside his mind as he debates with himself on if he wants to open up this part of himself to me.
Holding me tighter his lips start to move. “The most traumatic event in my life was watching you get in your mother’s car and drive away, knowing I hurt you and I couldn’t go after you.” He buries himself in my chest and I cradle his head as he breathes.
“That’s why you do this? Because of me?” Pushing up his sleeve I look at the tattoo of the tail end of my mother’s 2002 Toyota Corolla and a girl in short denim shorts, Doc Martens and a once upon a time football star’s sweatshirt.
“I don’t do it to blame you. I think I do it because of the mistake I made that led to me losing you.” He reflects, like he’s spent years considering this. As he plays with the ends of my hair he watches me take it all in.
“Cooper, I don’t know if I want the old us back. I don’t want the couple in our memories.” As the words leave my mouth they don’t sound like they did in my head or how they feel in my heart. I notice the shift as he deflates into the couch and runs a hand down his face.
“No, I mean I like what you said before about learning who each other are now and making new memories. I don’t want to go back to the versions of ourselves that hurt one another and didn’t know how to handle that pain. I want to find out if we can make it as the adults we are today.”
“Oh, OK. Well maybe lead with that last part first next time. I’m an old man now, you could have given me a heart attack.” He smiles as he kisses me.
“Do you want to see how I remodeled the master bathroom shower?” He wiggles his eyebrows, giving my ass a little smack.
“OK!” I giggle, jumping up off his lap. He grabs my hand and we run up the stairs.
We stumble into the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind us. I take a look around as he turns on the water in the glass encased, black tiled shower with gold accents.
“I like it.” I nod, as a hand reaches out and grabs me.
“I’m glad, now get in here.” He grins, yanking me in.