“Sorry, baby, but I don’t think that's a bad idea at all. But not here. Later.”
“I can’t believe we just did that.” I pull my pants up, the feeling of Cooper’s cum leaking out of my ass is a lot more arousing than I thought it would be.
He chuckles, tucking himself back into his football pants. “Sorry. I just couldn’t wait to have you.” He backs me up against the wall again, a more tender look on his face now. Pure love and joy shine back and I melt into his touch.
“Have I told you today that I love you?” He grins, leaning down to brush his lips against mine.
“Maybe,” I murmur. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear it again, though.”
He chuckles softly. “I love you, Blake,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me. “I love you.” Kiss. “I love you.” Kiss. “I.” Kiss. “Fucking.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.”
“Cooper,” I whimper, ready to jump him again.
He rolls his hips, feeling how hard I am again, even though the evidence of the orgasm I just had is on the wall right next to us.
We just fucked behind the equipment shed. Where anyone could have seen. Risky, but still so damn hot.
“Sleep over.” He places his forehead against mine. “Dad is going to his friend's place for the night. It’s been too long since I’ve had you to myself in a bed.”
“Okay.”
He leans back and the smile he gives me is blinding. At this point, I’m so in love with this man, I don’t think there's anything he could ask me that I wouldn’t blindly say yes to.
I want to make him happy. That's all that matters to me.
***
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask cautiously, raising a brow at the very excited puppy dog look on his face.
Cooper and his dad just arrived. My mom welcomed them in and his dad went into the kitchen with her, while Cooper pulled me to the side.
“Here.” He pulls out an envelope.
“What is it?” I ask, taking it from him.
“Your gift,” he says. “Well, part of it.”
“Part?” I ask, smiling. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
He snorts a laugh. “Okay, crazy man.” He rolls his eyes. “Of course I have to. You’re my boyfriend. And also, I wanted to. I’d spoil you rotten if you’d let me.” He glares at me playfully.
He would. And I do love all the little things he does for me. It’s the physical items that make me a little uneasy, because I can’t get him as much as I’d like.
I’d rather be spoiled in kisses and cuddles, even things as simple as coffee and lunch, than physical items.
“Open. Open!” he urges.
“Okay, okay.” I laugh, opening up the envelope. I reach in and pull out what's inside. Flipping them over, I read out loud what they say.
“L.A. Comic Con.” My eyes widen. “Wait, are these tickets?”
“Yup.” He’s practically bouncing on his feet. “Me and you, one week in L.A. I saw the line up of special guests. Trust me, you’re going to love it.”
The back of my eyes tear up and I find myself unable to speak. He did this. For me. I mentioned once, weeks ago, that I’ve always wanted to go.
And he goes out and does this for me.
“Blake?”
