For the first time in my life, I fall in love and pray that this will be the only time, because at this moment, there will never be anyone else for me but Cooper. I want him to be it for me. To be my forever.
Chapter 17
Cooper
“You’re in an awfully good mood.” My dad chuckles as I practically skip my way into the kitchen.
“Nothing awful about it.” I grin, pulling the fridge door open. “I feel great. Better than great, I feel amazing. Fantastic, over the moon!”
“Well that's wonderful,” he says with amusement. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with winning the game on Friday, would it?”
“I mean, yeah that was an epic win.” I open the milk cartoon and take a drink before putting it back. “But, no. That is not the reason.”
“Might I ask what is, then?” He crosses his arms, leaning back in his chair with a knowing grin on his face.
“Well, you see, Blake and I, yeah, we’re kind of dating now.” I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face.
“It’s about time.” He chuckles. “With the way you are together, I’m surprised you two haven’t been dating for awhile now.”
“It happened how it was supposed to happen.” I shrug. “But yeah, we’re official. Sounds weird to say. I’ve never had a boyfriend before. I’m excited, but also terrified of fucking up, you know?”
“You have nothing to worry about. Keep acting the way you have been. That’s what made Blake fall for you, isn't it?”
He has a point.
“And wait. Never had a boyfriend? Are you telling me you’re a—”
“Virgin?” I snort. “God no.”
His brows jump. “You didn’t have to say it like that.”
“I mean, I’m not a manwhore or anything.” I chuckle. “But I also haven’t been innocent for years now. Just because I’ve had sex, doesn’t mean I’ve had boyfriends. None of them felt right. But with Blake, I want so much more than just a good time, I want everything with him.”
Dad's smile grows. “You love him, don’t you?”
“Woah. Love is a big word, Dad. We’ve only known each other for about two months.”
“Yeah, but when you know, you know.” His smile turns sad. “I knew the moment I laid my eyes on your mother, she was the one for me.”
My heart hurts thinking about her.
“It’s the same way for me.” My lips twitch.
“I’m happy for you, son. You deserve it.”
“Thanks.”
I leave a half hour early so I can pick Blake up.
Yesterday, we spent the whole day together, like always, but this time it involved kissing. A lot of kissing. Then I went home and jerked off in the shower about three times before I could get my damn dick to go down.
I’ll never get tired of kissing him. The way his body feels against mine, his hands greedy, gripping at my hair, my back, all of me. The little moans he makes that has my cock leaking with need for him.
He drives me wild, sets my blood on fire. I’m addicted. And that's just kissing. Whenever I get to taste him, feel him around me, I know I’ll be hooked for life.
This is new for Blake, so I don’t want to push him into something he’s not ready for. I also don’t want him to think I’m with him just for sex. I’m not. We can never have sex and I’d still want to be with him. There’s other ways to get sexual pleasure, like toys. I don’t need sex from him, I just needhim.
I can’t speak for Blake, but from the way he grinds on me like a cat in heat, I don’t think sex is off the table for him.
