Chapter 18
18
Haley
It’s crazy how fast time flies when you’re deliriously happy and busy.
It feels like just yesterday I met a sexy firefighter in a grocery store. I wanted nothing to do with a relationship or love, not trusting anyone to be anything but hurtful and cruel.
But Cooper pushed through every wall I had up.
He was determined to show me that I could trust him, determined to be that man who changed everything for me. And he has.
He’s my safe place. My home. My everything.
It’s hard to believe it’s only been five months since he came crashing into my life, but I’d never change a single thing about it. Every day we grow closer, our relationship getting better, if that’s even possible.
And the bond him and Rome have? My God. Rome is hopelessly in love with his daddy, despite the fact that he’s still calling him Coop, which yes, he is properly pronouncing.
It was funny to see him almost be disappointed that he graduated from Pooper.
Laughing at the memory, I brush my hair back into a braid, before tugging on the plait to loosen the strands, before pulling out small sections to fall around my face.
Tonight, our little guy is off to his Uncle Axel and Uncle Joey’s place, and I get to go to my first concert with Cooper. I mean, you’d think living in Nashville I was all about the country scene, and I love it, don’t get me wrong.
But it’s the music in the smaller indie artists that I love the most. When Cooper surprised me with tickets to Myles Smith, I almost cried, I was so excited. His music has been growing in popularity, and while well deserved, I was afraid I’d never be able to afford to see him.
And tonight, I get to, and it’s all thanks to that handsome man of mine.
Spraying my favorite perfume over my neck, I decide I look good enough, and head into the bedroom to get dressed. Settling on a lacy white romper, I slip my feet into my most comfortable Birks, and I know I’m good to go. Cooper dropped off Roman earlier, so I grab my purse and head out to where my guy is waiting for me.
Sitting on the couch, I take a minute to just stare at him. He’s in a navy-blue tee with khaki shorts, and his usual Hey Dudes. His dark blond hair is longer than normal, and brushing over his forehead while he’s leaned over reading something on his phone.
“You ready to go,” I say, announcing my arrival, and his head whips up.
“Yes ma’am,” he states, standing from the couch. Holding out a hand to me, I walk over and take it, laughing when he spins me around to get a good look at me, before popping me on the ass. “You’re sinful, woman. And I have to take you out in front of other people.”
“Yep. And they’ll all know I’m the luckiest woman in the world,” I quip, pressing up on my tiptoes to place a kiss to his scruffy cheek.
“Love you,” he mumbles, taking the time to slowly devour my mouth, leaving me panting and trying to catch my breath.
“On second thought,” I murmur, and he just throws his head back in laughter.
“No way. We have our whole lives to do that, sweetness. Let’s go see your show.”
We decide to grab dinner beforehand, and when we pull into the seafood restaurant, my stomach is already growling loudly. Cooper just laughs and reaches out to rub my stomach, and while he doesn’t mean anything but to tease me, the image of him touching our next baby growing in my belly does something to me.
I can’t wait to have his babies someday.
All through dinner, I can’t help watching him talk and tell me stories from the station, but the whole time it’s like I’m in a dream. I find myself lost in the way he smiles, the way he devours his food, and the way he can’t stop touching me through the whole meal.
Cooper grabbing my leg under the table, kissing my temple, and feeding me bites of his baked haddock. If I was an outsider to our interactions, I’d be so disgustingly jealous of how in love with his girl he is. But truthfully, I’m just so lucky to have found someone who loves me so openly and loudly.
“So, tell me. How excited are you for this?” he asks a couple hours later, as we settle into the crowd, listening to the opening act play for us all. I’ve never heard of them, but their music isn’t bad, so I know I’ll be downloading some new to me music after the show.
“I can’t wait. Thank you,” I tell Cooper, who is standing behind me with his arms looped around my waist. I lean back against him, giving him my weight, and he just nestles his chin in the crook of my neck and kisses my cheek.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
“And not just for this,” I tell him, running my hand up to the back of his head, threading my fingers through the soft strands of his too long hair. “But for the happiness you’ve brought to me and Rome. For our life. I’m a lucky girl, Cooper March.”
Turning my head, I kiss him hard before pulling away to smile.
“Love you so much, Hales. So fucking much, you have no idea.”
Grinning, I close my eyes as he sways us to the music, and I let myself get lost in the lyrics.
It’s hot and sticky in the crowd, but I’m having the time of my life. We’ve danced and sang all night, and now the opening chords of my all-time favorite song starts, and I let out a loud cheer, the smile unable to leave my face. Cooper squeezes me tight and we start singing along to ‘Stargazing.’ The song is me and Coop to a T, and to get to hear this live is more than anything I could have imagined. It’s magical.
About halfway through the song, I turn to look at Cooper next to me, but he’s not there.
Confused, I turn completely around and what I find has me covering my mouth in shock, tears welling up almost instantly. He was able to make some room around us, and he’s down on one knee, ring box open and held up in front of him, the most beautiful smile on his face.
“Coop,” I gasp out, not knowing if he can even hear me. He reaches for me with his free hand, and I go to him, his hand gripping me on the waist.
“Haley Jacobs. You are my best friend, and the love of my life. What do you say we get a start on our future? Will you marry me, sweetness?”
Nodding furiously, I fling myself into his arms, and bury my face against his neck as I sob. He cradles me to him and I can feel his chest shaking as he laughs or cries, one of them happening at least. Pulling away, I grab his face and kiss the hell out of him, my tears making our lips salty and wet. “I love you,” I laugh, and he just pulls me in tighter.
“My girl,” he breathes, kissing me everywhere he can. “You just made me the happiest man in the world. I love you.”
Cooper slips the ring on my finger, and I barely even glance at it as clapping erupts around us, and I hold tight to him as he stands with me still cradled in his arms.
“I can’t believe you,” I giggle, and he hugs me tight, resting his chin on my head as the concert moves into another song. “I’m never going to be able to hear that song again, and not think of this moment.”
“That was the plan. I know how much you love it.”
“Not nearly as much as I love you,” I admit, and he just smiles. Slipping an arm around my waist, he uses the other to pull my left hand into his, as he begins rocking us back and forth in our own private slow dace.
The twinkle of my ring under the lights is hypnotizing, and it brings tears to my eyes again. Holding onto each other as tight as we can, the rest of the concert is spent in the arms of the man who has given me more than I ever imagined.
Love, happiness, and my whole world.
“Coop, oh fuck ,” I cry out, back arching as his wicked tongue laps at my clit, working me over in tune to his fingers stroking my spot. We lasted all of three seconds from getting home before tearing at each other’s clothes. He’s ravenous for me in a way he’s never been, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Cooper growls against me, before curling his fingers even more. Sweat is beaded on my skin, and my legs tighten around his head, using my left hand to hold him firmly against me.
“You taste so good, Haley girl,” he rasps, lifting his head to blow on my heated skin, the cool air against my pussy causing me to shiver. “You taste like my future; you taste like mine. ”
“Yes!” I scream, and he moves his fingers faster and harder, my hips rocking in time as my release begins to crest through my body. And then he circles his lips around my clit and sucks hard, and my eyes shut as my climax hits me like a freight train.
My whole body is shaking by the time he finishes coaxing every last wave of it from me. I fall back onto the bed, a pile of mush, as he stands from the foot of the bed. Shirtless, with his hard cock jutting out of his unbuttoned shorts, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and stares down at me like I’m his prey, and he’s the starving lion.
Holy fuck.
“Jesus,” I pant, watching as he slowly pulls off the remainder of his clothing, before closing his hand around his cock, pumping slowly as he just takes me in, completely bare to him except for my engagement ring. “I need you.” I hold out my hand to him, but he stays as is.
“You’ll get me, sweet thing. Just give me a second to calm down. I almost came untouched from eating that pussy. I need to slow it down.”
Giving him a wicked smile, I spread myself for him, and make a show of running my left hand down my body, before trailing my fingertips through my wetness.
“We have our entire lives to slow it down, handsome. Now get over here.”
Releasing himself, he walks over to the bed and climbs on, bending over to kiss me, his lips still covered in my release, and his tongue swiping against mine in a deep, dirty duel. After he works us both back up to a fever pitch, he sits up on his knees and reaches over for the end table, the heat in his eyes now replaced with nerves, his cheeks red.
“What are you doing?” I ask, leaning up onto my elbows.
“I bought something,” he admits, pulling out a small box and bottle of clear liquid. It takes me all of two seconds to realize what he has just tossed on the bed, and I know my eyes are comically large when I take it all in.
“Oh my God,” I giggle, biting my bottom lip to get control of myself. “Honey, I was totally joking. You didn’t need to buy this.”
“I know,” he says, opening the box to pull out the black silicone plug. “But for some reason, I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, and the idea of using this turned me the fuck on. Unfortunately for me, Rhett read that text over my shoulder, and well. All I can say is, my best friend is becoming my enemy, and I will never admit to anyone that he helped me buy a fucking plug. He is sworn to secrecy.”
His hands are shaking slightly as he holds it, but his eyes are filled with so much lust that I can tell he genuinely wants this, but I know my man. He’s nervous.
“Are you sure?” I ask, and he just nods. “We don’t have to do this.”
“I want this, Hales. I really do. There’s nothing you could ask for that I wouldn’t give you, or try, at least once. But I’ve also never stuck something up my ass before.”
I hold my hand out for the objects, and toss them down on the bed next to me. Closing my eyes, I try and recall something from one of the books that Beth let me borrow. I know, I know. They’re fictional. But we all know that couples out there recreate stuff, and I’m trying to think of one that will make this the most comfortable on him.
Moving the pillows, I lay down on my back and rest my head on the pillow. Comfortable, I hold out my hand to him again and he kneels above me. “Fuck my mouth,” I instruct, and I watch goosebumps break out over his skin.
“Jesus.”
“Come on,” I say, instructing him to straddle my chest. “I’m gonna make you feel good, handsome. And then you can fuck us both into a coma.”
Laughing, he does as I ask, and lets out a groan when I lean forward to run the tip of my tongue around his head. He grabs onto the headboard with one hand, the other going to the top of my head. Using my mouth, I get him comfortable and relaxed, before swiping my hand out to grab the bottle of lube, swiftly lubing a couple of fingers on my hand.
“Hales,” he moans, rocking his hips against my face as I use my right hand to grab a cheek, pulling until I’ve exposed him and I can find where I need my fingers to be. His face is a mask of pleasure, with maybe the tiniest bit of apprehension in it.
On a deep stroke, I use my slick fingers to circle his entrance, and his whole body locks up, his fingers tightening in my hair, and it’s only when he full relaxes that I’m able to get a finger in.
“Oh fuck !” he bellows, slamming his fist against the wall as I sink the digit in fully, before pulling back out slowly. “Motherf?—”
“Shh,” I soothe, running my tongue up and down his cock. He’s so turned on, so hard, that he’s straining up towards his belly button, and his legs are shaking. “I got you, Coop.”
“Please,” he whispers, and with a single nod, he gives me the go ahead to add another finger to the mix. It doesn’t take long before I’m thrusting two fingers into him over and over again, doing my best to stretch him enough to take the plug. It’s not huge, but I have small hands, and he’s never done anything like this before.
Wiggling my fingers around, I must hit his prostate, because the noise that comes out of Cooper is so loud, I swear it rattles the windows, and he begins rocking his hips up and down on my hand. “Jesus Christ,” he growls. “What the fuck are you doing to me, baby?”
“Hopefully making you feel good,” I tell him, sucking his dick into the back of my throat again. He only lets me take him in a few more times, before he pulls back and knocks my hand away from him.
“Enough. I need to be inside of you.”
Grabbing the plug, I get it completely lubed before he spreads his legs wider, hands on the pillow next to my head white knuckled. He’s so relaxed and ready, that it slips in easily, and he lets out a hoarse shout when I twist it to make sure it’s in all the way.
“Good boy,” I say in his ear, and his body jolts, shaking with pleasure, and so turned on at my words. Huh. Someone else like the whole ‘good boy, good girl’ kink.
“Holy hell,” he groans, dropping his head to my chest. “I can’t…Haley.”
“How’s it feel?” I whisper, running my lips up the column of his neck.
“So damn good. I’ve never felt anything like this before in my life.”
“I need you to fuck me now, Coop. I’m aching for you.”
“Yeah?” he rasps, and he runs a hand down my body to my pussy, biting out a curse when he feels just how much that turned me on, how badly I need him to take this discomfort away from me. “Fuck, this little pussy needs me to fill it, huh sweet girl?”
“Please, Coop. Please, I need it. Please.”
“Mmm. Dirty girl wanted to drive me crazy before she takes my cock, huh?”
“Cooop,” I groan, when his thumb rubs up and down my slit, avoiding my clit on every pass. He’s got me at the disadvantage now, and he’s making me insane with need.
“I’m gonna fuck my girl so good,” he whispers, running his nose down the side of my face. “Gonna give you the hard fuck you earned. And then, when I’ve filled you with my release, I’m gonna lick it out of you and make love to you all night.”
“Oh, my God,” I cry out, back arching when he finally takes pity on me and moves down to where I need him, lifting both of my legs over his shoulders.
“Might wanna find something to hold onto,” is the only warning he gives me, and then he’s slamming inside of me. My cry and his loud shout mingle in the air, and Coop immediately begins a punishing pace.
This Cooper is one I’ve never seen before, and oh my freaking God, am I here for it. While he’s never been afraid to show me how good I make him feel, with his dirty words and sexy as hell grunts and groans, he’s completely out of control and wild.
Hips slamming into mine, he’s panting and switching between long desperate moans, and hoarse cries, and it’s only making me wetter and hotter.
Christ, he’s a vision like this.
Who knew my sweet retriever had it in him?
“Coop, I’m so close,” I whine, and he drops my legs, wrapping them around my waist so that he can flip us over, his eyebrows pulled in concentration as he does.
“Fuckkk,” he grunts, and I rest my hands on his chest to balance myself.
“Are you okay?” I ask, because that didn’t sound like a good fuck.
“That motherfucking plug. It’s literally… rocking the shit outta my prostate. I never knew that something like that could feel so good. But damn it, Hales. I can’t decide if this was a good idea or not. I’m going to be walking funny for a week.”
“You can take it out,” I say gently, cupping his face in my hand, and he just turns his face to kiss my palm.
“Hell no,” he huffs out instantly, making us both laugh. “Feels incredible. I just wasn’t prepared for how much it would turn you on, and a dirty talking Haley is making me insanely horny right now. And I’m way too on edge as it is.”
“Oh really?” I ask, lifting up so that only the tip is inside me, before dropping down to take all of him inside me. Cooper arches underneath me and moans, his hands scrambling to find purchase in my sweaty skin, before settling on my ass, hands gripping so tight I’ll probably have his mark on me for days. “That what you want, honey?” I purr, scraping my nails down his chest.
“Shit,” he hisses, and I circle my hips to get him even deeper. “That’s it, sweetheart.”
Reaching behind me, I use his thigh to balance so that I can lean back enough to get my left hand between my legs. His blue eyes are locked on where my hand is circling my clit, desperate to get my release. But honestly, I’ve been hanging on the edge since this whole night began, and I shut my eyes when my belly begins to clench, and I tighten around his cock.
“Fuck. I’m about to lose it. I need you to come for me, Haley. Now, sweet girl. Fucking now.”
He takes a hold of my hips and tilts them back before he lifts his hips from the bed and begins pumping into me from below. The change in angle has him sliding across where I need him most, and the way he’s moaning out with every thrust is all I need to go careening headfirst into a climax that promise to shatter me.
As I come, I vaguely hear him roaring my name through the ringing in my ears, and I fall forward onto him as my hips continue to rut against him. Only once we’re both a panting, quivering mess of limbs and sweat do we finally stop moving. Blowing out a shaky breath, he rolls us onto our sides, and he grasps my sweaty face in his hand, his fingers shaking against me.
“Holy fuck,” he curses, and I just chuckle weakly.
“Yeah, that,” I laugh, and he lets out a full body shiver. Reaching behind himself, he closes his eyes and pulls the plug out, before tossing it onto the bed.
“You are a fucking menace, and I love the shit you get me to do,” he joshes me, and then he pulls me closer to him, running his hand up and down my sticky back.
“You love me,” I remind him, and he kisses my forehead.
“Damn right, I do.”
We take our time laying together in the aftermath of something earth shattering, before we finally force ourselves from bed to clean up. And while there is no round two afterwards, I go to bed with a full heart and mind. Tomorrow we can start planning the rest of my life.
I, for one, can’t wait.