Page 49 of A Scoring Chance
My mind zeros in on the last part of that statement, and I can’t help but ask my next questions. “And how many is that?”
“What?”
“Women,” I respond, pulling the mug of now-lukewarm coffee to my mouth and taking a healthy pull.
I have no right to ask this question. How many women Cooper has been with before me is none of my business, but I want to know. I want to know if he is a relationship type of guy or if he was blowing smoke up my ass last night because I don’t know if I could do casual with him. I’m way too far gone already.
“Is someone a little jealous?” Cooper tucks one of my locs behind my ear, his eyes sparking with mirth.
“Maybe a little.”
“Three. I won’t lie to you and say I’ve been a saint, but I’ve only been in one serious relationship, which lasted about a year before she left me. She didn’t like coming second to hockey in my heart.”
Well, that number surprises me and is fewer than I thought, but I’m not disappointed. There was no way I’d believe he hadn’t been with at least a few women with the way he used his tongue on me last night. You don’t just wake up and know that shit. It takes a lot of practice.
“How about you?” Cooper asks, looking anywhere but at me.
“Me?” I snort, trying to hold back a laugh. The lack of romantic relationships I’ve had should embarrass me. “Well, I don’t really have time for relationships. I’ve gone on a few dates over the years, but my last serious boyfriend was in high school. We broke up about a year after graduation. He didn’t like coming in second either.”
“His loss is my gain.” Cooper wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to his side. “See, we are getting to know each other already. Imagine how much more we could learn about each other if we spent the rest of the day together?”
“I don’t have any clothes, and I doubt I could go to the game wearing your shirt.”
“You sure as shit can. I actually ordered you and Darius jerseys.” Cooper leans in closer to whisper in my ear, “I enjoyed seeing you in my clothes last night. I can’t imagine anything better than seeing my last name across your back.”
“Isn’t it the same as your brothers’?”
“Semantics.” He shrugs before removing the tray from my lap and placing it on the floor. “But it will be my number.”
Even I know this is a big deal for any athlete. We literally kissed for the first time last night. It was fucking magical as far as first kisses go, but isn’t it too soon to announce to the world that we’re together? But how is anyone going to know how I got it? There are probably going to be plenty of people wearing a Hendrix jersey, so wouldn’t we stand out more if we weren’t wearing one? It’s not like I’m going to piss on him for the entire stadium to see, so everything should be fine.
“If it really means that much to you, we can ask Beau if he has one I can wear.”
Cooper’s face clouds over, pure fury in his eyes, but it disappears just as quickly. “If that’s what you want, I can ask him.”
“Aww, you silly man.” I straddle his lap and kiss the tip of his nose. “I’d be honored to wear your jersey, but Darius might want one from each of you.”
Cooper chuckles before his lips brush against mine in a tentative kiss. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
Something passes between us. A sweet silence that causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach. Like a silent conversation between two people who are terrified of being hurt, but are willing to take that leap for the other. Without hesitating. I lean in for another kiss because right now, the only thing I can think about is seeing where whatever this is between us goes.
Chapter Seventeen
Cooper
We remain in the position for what feels like hours, making out like a couple of teenagers. Not a stitch of clothing is removed, but we tentatively touch each other. Neither of us cares about moving any further. I don’t want to rush things with Beauty, the events of early this morning notwithstanding, keeping my hands firmly placed about her waist.
My hand brushes against her hardened nipples through her shirt as she moans my name loudly. Her eyes are hooded with want and something I can’t quite place. Her fingers tremble as she runs her fingers through my hair. Each touch sets my skin on fire, a burning need to be closer to her flickers to life under the surface of my skin. I want to be close to her, drinking her in, to the point of madness. But I don’t stop nipping and sucking at her sensitive flesh.
“Fuck. You’re an amazing kisser,” she mumbles against my lips, sliding her pussy against the bulge in my sweats. “I’ve never been kissed like this before.”
The friction of her pussy against me is a pure out-of-body experience, something that I can’t wait to do again, but we need to do something else or I’m going to embarrass myself a secondtime. “Beauty, if you don’t stop doing that, things will be over soon.”
“I don’t mind.” She giggles, nipping at my jaw. “I’d very much like a repeat of last night, if possible.”
“Shit. Beauty.” I growl her name, my hands gripping her hips as she grinds down into me again. “We don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.”
Ramona stops abruptly, raising her hips so she leans over me. The ends of her locs brush my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to force myself on you. If you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
