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“Yep.”
“What did he say in the morning? Did you wear his shirt home? Did he kiss you again?”
I grin from ear to ear. “He told me he watched me sleep. He said he couldn’t stop staring at me.”
“I’m not sure if that’s romantic or creepy,” Gwen states with disdain.
“It sounded sweet.” I laugh. “As for your other questions, I changed back into my dress and yes.”
“Yes, he kissed you?”
I smile. “Lightly on the lips. Nothing passionate about it.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“I suppose. At the game. Now enough about me! I want to hear about Cooper!”
“Oh man… I don’t even know where to start!”
“At the beginning, duh!” I laugh. I glance out the window again and observe Kale showing Marlow how to angle her arm to throw better. I love it when they get along.
“When I got to his house, he opened the door before I even hit the walkway. He was waiting for me with a big ole Cooper smile. Then he said, ‘Hey, gorgeous, ready to shoot up some stuff?’”
I laugh and roll my eyes. Typical Cooper.
“He was dressed in dark stonewash jeans and a black sweater. They were those jeans that accent the thighs and ass in all the right places. I have to say, he looked hot.”
“I bet he tried extra hard to look good for you,” I tell her.
“Well, whatever his plan, it worked. He asked me to come in and he showed me around his house. It’s small but enough for one person. He’s pretty meticulous for a manly man.”
“I bet it’s the Marine in him.”
“Yep, that’s exactly what he said when I complimented him on it. Anyway, he showed me his gun case. It was drool worthy. He’s got some high-powered stuff. If the end of the world is ever drawing near, we’re going to Coop’s house.” She laughs but still manages to convey seriousness. “He asked if I was ready to go and led me to his garage. He has a sweet Jeep Wrangler Freedom Edition with the Oscar Mike fender badges and a 2010 Chevy Camaro z28. He said he bought the Camaro used and had to fix it up. I chose the Camaro because it was way cool, but I made him promise me a ride in the jeep with the top off if we ever have another warm day.”
“Another date, then?”I ask with hope.
“Anyway…” She brushes over my comment of course. I roll my eyes. “He took me about an hour north to a private range. We went inside and he asked to see my gun. He handled it like the warrior he is. He asked me if I knew anything about it and then offered me a short history lesson on Glocks and the Smith and Wesson line. He’s very serious when it comes to firearms, and it was a major turn-on.”
I smile as I glance out the window once more just to make sure the kids are still in the back yard. All is well.
“He gave me some ear protection to wear and stood behind me to show me how to line up and aim. It could just be me, but I’m pretty sure he took his time explaining so he could keep his arms around me.”
“Oohhh!” I sing in excitement. “So?”
“Umm… yeah. I can’t lie. He smelled like sex. His arms were muscular and strong, and I made sure to press my back up firmly against his chest. He didn’t seem to mind. He leaned his face against mine, supposedly to get a better aim through my gun, but the second his soft beard rubbed against my cheek, I knew I wanted him. Bad.”
“Woo hoo!” I shout. Gwen laughs into the phone. “What happened next?”
“Well, we didn’t shoot right away. Once his cheek was against mine and my body tensed, he asked me if I was bothered by how close he was to me. I told him I wasn’t bothered as much as I was hot and bothered. He laughed and then I felt his lips near my ear. His breath gave me goose bumps. He told me he really liked me and that I fit perfectly into his arms. Then he said he might be firing a different gun if he stayed that close to me. He tightened his hold on me and I accidentally shot. Would you believe I hit the marker’s chest?”
“What did Cooper say?”
“He was impressed. I fired that gun at least fifty times before he let me try one of his. He insisted that he show me how it was done, so I backed away and watched him first. The man has awesome aim. And… he’s really tall and really firm everywhere, and when he shot that gun, holy fuck. It was hot.”
“Who knew the way to your heart was through a pistol?” I laugh.
“So anyway, after we shot off a load of ammo, I offered to buy more for him since most of it was his, but of course, he refused. I don’t think he’d ever let me pay for anything. We went out for a quick bite to eat and talked about everything. He had me laughing the whole night. My cheeks were killing me. On the drive home he reached over and took my hand in his. It’s twice the size of mine. When we got back to his place it was almost ten and he asked me to come in for a bit.”
