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She is. It’s like Oak Bend has given my daughter new life too. She’s made friends at the daycare, claimed Sam as her dog, and bosses Cooper around quite a bit. She’ll bring her books out of the room and order him to read to her. Last night while I cleaned up after dinner, he sat on the floor with her, and they both played with her dolls.

Ivy was barely six months old when her father died. She was too young to understand the resentment her father had toward her. The night he died, he told me that it was my brat’s fault that he was stuck with a pig like me.

“What is it?” Cooper asks, suddenly grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him.

“Nothing,” I say quickly, not wanting to talk about Brian right now. “I’m just hungry. I wish I had ordered a burger instead of a salad,” I tell him. I rub my stomach and pinch my sides, but he lifts my hands and kisses both.

The waitress returns with our food, and Cooper asks her to pack them up and orders two orders of bacon cheeseburgers and fries. The burgers are delivered quickly, and we eat in comfortable silence. We intertwine our fingers and use our free hands to eat.

“Delicious,” I say after taking the last bite.

“Not as delicious as you,” he says against my ear. He nips my earlobe, surprising me so much, I almost jump out of the booth. We both laugh at my clumsiness. When a shadow hits the table, I look up, expecting to see the waitress, not the scowling face of Candace Shaw.

“When Tiffany called and told me you two were here, I was sure she was just making a terrible joke.” She sits down across from us and leans across the table. “You broke up with me for—" She lets the sentence hang while she pretends to think of her next words. “For that.” She points a perfectly manicured finger at me. I don’t know what comes over me, but I reach over and shove her finger away. The move shocks her, and when she turns her cold eyes on me, I hold her stare until she looks away.

“I didn’t break up with you because of anybody,” Cooper says. “Our relationship ran its course. I don’t want to be with you anymore. That’s it. And I broke up with you before Laci came to Oak Bend. Don’t blame her for this.”

“So, that’s it?” she asks. “You’re with her now?” She looks at me again, eyeing me up and down. “You can’t be serious, Cooper. I thought you were just going to fuck her and walk away. I thought maybe you just wanted to be with a fat girl. Most men do at some point, but they usually smarten up. You had perfection, for God’s sake.”

My head goes back as if slapped, and the burger and fries I just ate threaten to come back up. I will myself not to cry in front of Candace, and when Cooper puts a protective arm around me, the tears are kept at bay.

He slams his hand down on the table, surprising me. “Shut the hell up. You want to know why I’m not with you? Because you’re shallow and cruel. You make me sick. You’ve made me sick for a long time. It doesn’t matter how thin you are or how attractive you find yourself. You’re ugly from the inside out. Now, get out of here before I make a scene.”

Candace sits there, stunned silent. She looks at Cooper, but Cooper doesn’t wither under her gaze. She looks at me one last time before she tries to knock Cooper’s water glass over. Cooper’s quick reflexes keeps us from getting soaked while Candace walks away.

As soon as she leaves, Cooper cradles my face. “Don’t you dare listen to her. You are beautiful, kind, and sweet. You’re fucking perfect.” He kisses my nose before he wraps me in his arms. I relax against him and absorb his warmth and his scent.

“I told you I’m through with letting people control how I live my life. That includes Candace. Now,” I say, reluctantly pulling out of his arms, “I need to get back to work. And tonight is taco night, so bring your appetite. I’m having you for dessert.” I give him a chaste peck on the lips, and he growls against my mouth. Once he’s paid the bill, we walk out of the restaurant, holding hands until he leaves me at the flower shop.

Chapter 17

Cooper

We tiptoeout of Ivy’s room. She finally fell asleep in the middle of the second princess book. Even Sam is snoozing in the corner of her little room. The second we close her door, I pin Laci against the wall and kiss her until she starts panting for air.

“I’m going to run home for a second, and then I’m coming back here to spread you open and eat you until I drive you insane. Only then will I sink into your wet pussy.” She groans, and I kiss her one last time before reluctantly walking away from her. I sprint across the back yard and do something I’m not used to—I use my key to let myself in through the back door. Once inside, I grab the bag of goodies from my closet and practically trip over my own feet in my haste to get back to my girl.

The lights are dim by the time I get back, and the only sound is the quiet whirring of the air conditioning unit. Her bedroom door is open, and when I get there, she’s naked and spread-eagle. Just the way I told her I wanted to have her.

My quiet and shy Laci has quite the sexual side.

She’s beautiful as she lies on the bed. Her hair is wild and spread out over her pillow, her curves on full display.

“Is this how you wanted me?” she asks, her voice deep and husky with need.

It takes me less than ten seconds to remove all my clothes. My dick’s already hard, pointing toward Laci like it’s a compass and she’s his map. I know what she likes. We’ve learned together. The first time I did this, she came on my face in less than two minutes. My mouth waters at the thought.

I climb onto the bed between her legs and tug her hips toward me, not bothering to be gentle. She likes it on the rougher side. We figured that out our second night together. I spread her pussy apart, and her folds glisten with moisture. I lick it clean, and she shivers underneath the pulse of my tongue. Her body automatically sinks deeper into the mattress.

I eat her as if she’s my last meal and cover her entire mound with my mouth. I suck on her engorged clit, and I can’t imagine that I’ll ever get enough of her taste or her smell.

“Cooper,” she sighs. “Yes. More,” she orders. She quivers underneath me, squirting my face with her juices. She sighs again, taking large gasps of air. I can feel her pulse against my hand. I kiss her inner thigh and bite the soft flesh. I know she’ll have bruises in the morning, but I bite her again, eager to leave my mark on her.

When she catches her breath, I grab the vibrator, turn it on to the highest level and press it against her clit. She’s taken completely off guard and nearly spasms off the bed. I put an arm on her stomach to keep her in place and push the vibrator on her hot pussy. She squirms and cusses. She even manages to stick a hand in my hair and pull, but I never take the vibrator off.

Once I’m convinced she won’t fly off the bed, I remove my arm from her stomach and spread her pussy apart. Her orgasm from minutes ago oozes out of her, landing on the bed. She comes again, screaming loudly in the small space.

I remove the vibrator, turn it off, and put it to my mouth, reveling in her taste. While I do that, she repositions herself and grabs my dick. She flicks the tip with her finger. I look down at her, and we lock eyes. She licks the pre-cum.

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