Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
There were a couple of other times in dark spaces where I’d barely been able to see my hand in front of my face let alone the guy on his knees sucking my cock. Those encounters had felt necessary albeit desperate. Like I’d had to know for sure I hadn’t imagined the pull.
For the record, I liked dick. A lot. I liked touching men and kissing them. I liked the contrast of stubble and hard bodies to the smooth skin and curves of a woman. If I’d had my way, I’d have spent more time exploring my bi-ness. But like I said, football came first.
I had no regrets. To this day, being drafted was the biggest and best thing that ever happened to me. I’d loved my sport and it had loved me. I’d been paid very well to play football. We’re talking a ridiculous amount. I owned a beautiful house, had a shit-ton of money in the bank, and a slew of cars I drove to fit my mood. And when I met Alli, I’d been positive I had it all.
But that life was gone now. My contract was up, my locker had been cleared out, and the ink had dried on the divorce papers a long time ago.
My therapist had cautioned me not to think of the avalanche of change as an ending but as a new chapter. Well, waking up next to a man I’d licked from head to toe all damn night was a hell of a fresh start.
Cooper blinked to consciousness, eyeing me warily as he stretched his arms above his head. “Smiling before coffee. Are you some kind of lunatic?” he grumbled sleepily. “What time is it?”
I rolled to my side and checked my cell. “Seven o’clock.”
“Still early and—what are you doing?”
I bounded out of bed and drew the blinds. “Letting some light in. It’s like a dungeon in here.”
Cooper covered his face with a pillow. “My eyes!”
“Baby,” I chided. “It’s snowing. I don’t think it’s ever stopped.”
“Hmm. Come back here.” He leaned on his elbow and patted the mattress. I obeyed, letting out a slutty moan when he cupped my dick. “You are so sexy, so—”
My stomach growled loud enough to rouse the dead. I pulled a sheepish face. “You’re gonna have to feed me first, lumberjack. I’m fucking starving.”
Cooper planted a rough kiss on my mouth. “Let’s fix that.”
He made ham-and-cheese omelets with ingredients I’d purchased at the market. I insisted. I didn’t see myself staying here for more than a few days. If I changed my mind, I could always make another trip to the store…in my rental car.
We discussed the weather and traffic conditions while we ate. Cooper checked his phone several times, and at one point excused himself to take a call. I nibbled a crust of toast and tried not to be too blatant about eavesdropping. Not that he seemed to care about privacy. He struck me as an affectionate father who made an effort to be present for his kids.
My dad had been like that too…sort of. There’d usually been a football element involved with our father-son time, but that had been cool by me. He loved bragging about his kid in the NFL. If possible, Dad was more bummed than I was about my retirement.
I shrugged off unpleasant thoughts and studied Cooper’s rugged profile, his phone to his ear, smiling as he listened to his daughter’s snow report.
“—like a mountain of snow, Dad! Twenty feet, I bet. Frank couldn’t even open the garage door.”
Cooper’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, his gaze fixed on the fresh white blanket covering the landscape. “Twenty feet, huh?”
“Mom thinks school will be closed for the rest of the week.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I hope so. Jack and Zoe are coming over today. I’m so glad they live close to Mom and Frank. Chase can play video games with someone else for a while and…”
Her voice petered out as Cooper paced into the kitchen, humming and grunting an occasional response.
After a similar conversation with his son, he tossed his phone onto the counter and leaned heavily against the island, his back turned away. He radiated palpable tension, which seemed odd. The kids had sounded bright and cheerful as far as I could tell. They were safe and being well cared for in the midst of a freakish storm. He probably wished he were with them.
That made sense. Cooper the lumberjack was a good man.
I stacked our plates and brought them to the sink. “Everything all right?”
He nodded, his head bent as he moved to the coffee machine to refill his mug. “How do you feel about shoveling the driveway?”
I wrinkled my nose. “Not great. And honestly, what’s the point? It’s still coming down out there.”
“Nah, it’s not too bad.”
That was a damn lie. The winds had calmed, but the snow was still falling.