Can You See Me? (18 page)

“Everything all right?” Cooper inquires.

“Everything’s good,” I inform him.

Chapter Twenty

Cooper

Christmas is this week and I’m excited.  Skye gets her cast off on Christmas Eve and I have a huge surprise for Christmas day, and not just mind blowing sex, although that’s definitely on the list!

Skye and I have been sleeping in separate rooms.  It was this very thing that started our first disagreement the night we came from visiting Grandma Rose.  After dinner that night I helped Skye get ready for bed.  I even tucked her in and gave her a goodnight kiss.  Then I started to leave the room and go into the guest bedroom.

She threw a fit! She couldn’t understand why we couldn’t sleep together.  She wouldn’t accept my explanation that I would move too much and hurt her in my sleep or that I would have a hard time sleeping next to her and not being able to touch her.  She wasn’t accepting any of it.  In her anger, she kicked me out of the room.  Which resulted in the same outcome, I slept in the guest bedroom.  She apologized the next morning and from that point on I’ve remained in the guest bedroom.

Skye’s mom took Granny Rose out of town two weeks ago and Skye spent a pretty penny having Granny Rose’s house updated after Skye found out from me that the house only needed cosmetic work.  Granny Rose was so happy when she came back from her getaway I thought I saw her shed a few tears, but they were gone before I could prove it.

Skye’s been seeing the counselor from the police department like she promised.  I went with her the first time, but I didn’t go in the room.  After that, she said she could go by herself.  I don’t know what they talk about, but I see an improvement in her night terrors already.  Even though I don’t sleep in the same room I check in on her every night while she sleeps.

I had to finally go back to work last week.  We haven’t found Trixie yet but I can’t stay at home forever.  I still have an officer watching the house during the day while I’m at work.  At night, I feel that she’s safe enough with me keeping an eye on her.

Skye recently had the stitches removed from her shoulder.  It’s still tender but she can get around better without as much help.  Summer comes by and helps when she can.  Dawn is still MIA and Jenny is usually busy taking care of Granny Rose, but I think Skye and her mother came to an understanding.  There seems to be less tension between them lately.

“Skye?” I call out, looking for her.

“I’m in here Cooper,” she responds.  I follow the sound of her voice to the master bath.  Please tell me she’s not in the bathtub.  Why is she taking a bath so early in the morning?  I’ve been helping her wash up from time to time but I’ve kept it as clinical as possible.  I have so much pent up sexual frustration that I’m seriously afraid I’ll hurt her if I let go.  She doesn’t know it but I’ve bribed Summer to come over and help her during her bath time most nights and made myself scarce.

“Are you excited about tomorrow?” I ask from the other side of the bathroom entryway.  There’s just an archway separating the master bath from the bedroom.  Who came up with that stupid idea?  Bathrooms need doors! 

“Yep.  I’m afraid to see how hairy this leg is under here,” she laughs.  “Why are you hiding Cooper? You can come in you know,” she taunts me.  I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself and I peek around the corner.

I see the round brown tops of her breasts glistening in the water.  She cups the bottoms of them pushing them up out of the water revealing her pierced nipples and more of her ample soap lathered breasts.  I suck in a hiss.  I’m in trouble.  I knew I shouldn’t have looked!

“Come here Cooper,” she beckons.

“No,” I weakly protest.

“What’s wrong Cooper?  Don’t you want me anymore?” she pouts, sticking out her full lower lip.  Her hands are caressing her breasts.  She raises her right hand to the side of her neck, across her chin and sticks her middle finger into her mouth gently sucking it.

“Come on Skye. Please,” I beg her to stop.  I need to be a gentleman.  Only two more days.  I remind myself.

“What?” she coos in mock innocence.  She slides her hand back down her neck over her breast and her flat stomach and down into the water.  Ohhhh, she’s playing dirty today.  She starts writhing her body in the water and I can just imagine those pretty little fingers of hers teasing her swollen clit beneath the bubbles of the bathwater.  She moans in ecstasy and I groan in frustration. Fine, she wants to play dirty.  I’ll play.

I lean against the wall and start stroking my cock through my pants as she fondles herself.  I see her eyes widen in surprise.  That’s right baby, I can play too.  I unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling them partially down along with boxer briefs to reveal my hard cock.  She licks her lips in anticipation and my dick twitches in response.  No, there will be none of that today because I know she enjoys it almost as much as I do.  I grab the base of my cock in my palm and slowly stroke up rubbing my thumb across the tip when I reach it.  I hear her breath catch and I lean my head back against the wall watching her with hooded eyes as I stroke back down.

If she wasn’t pleasuring herself before, there’s no doubt in my mind that she is now.  Her hand is moving rapidly and her mouth is partially open as she keeps her gaze trained on the hand I’m using to stroke my cock.  I pick up the pace now, stroking faster and faster while watching her silky breasts swaying gently in the water as she teases her clit.  I feel my balls starting to tighten and I groan.  That sends Skye tumbling into her self-induced orgasm as she cries out trembling in the bath.  I follow right behind her, cumming fiercely and catching my load in the palm of my hand.

Using my other hand, I push myself off the wall and walk over to the sink to wash my hands.  Then I pull up my underwear and pants. I adjust myself and fasten my pants.

“Do you need help out of the bathtub?” I ask her.  She throws a rag at my head and I duck, laughing at her.

“What’s the matter darlin? Wasn’t it as good for you as it was for me?” I ask provoking her.

“You’re such a jerk.  You were supposed to pleasure me, not yourself,” she pouts.

“Didn’t I?” I respond.  She can deny it all she wants but she enjoyed watching me.  I like it dirty sometimes and Skye doesn’t know it yet, but I think she does too.  She doesn’t respond, she just crosses her arms over those luscious tits of hers.

“Don’t worry Skye.  In two days you’re going to be begging me to stop.  Now give me a kiss.  I’ve got to get to work,” I tell her leaning over the bath to give her a kiss on the lips.  She purses her lips and kisses me back, still pouting.  I straighten and head out the door.

“Oh and Skye?” I say over my shoulder.  She sighs.

“Yes, Cooper?” she responds.

“I love you,” I tell her.  Smiling from ear to ear I walk out the front door locking up behind me.

Chapter Twenty-One

Skye

I can’t believe Cooper just did that.  I can’t believe I just did that.  I seriously just masturbated in front of Cooper, and totally got off on it.  At first, I was pretending, trying to get him all riled up.  Then he went and he totally flipped it on me.

I knew his dick was hard, I could see it through his pants.  I thought he was going to pretend he wasn’t affected by my little performance.  When he started rubbing himself through his pants it was a total game changer. And when he released his long throbbing cock from his pants, shit got real.  I couldn’t help it. I actually started rubbing my clit.  The faster he stroked, the faster I rubbed.  The tension in my pelvis built with lightning speed and when I heard him groan in pleasure, I lost it and waves of pleasure crashed over me as I came.  I never knew watching a man pleasure himself could be such a turn on.  It makes me wonder what else Cooper’s going to teach me.

He’s left for work and I’ve let the water run out of the bath while I lay here in the tub.  I get cold this way but it makes it easier for me to get out on my own.  I still rely on my right arm for most of my support because the left is still really tender, but it’s doing much better.  The scar is horrendous.  Trixie just had to use a jagged steak knife instead of a flat edged one.  I’m thinking about getting another tattoo to cover it up when it completely heals.  Cooper says it’s beautiful either way because it’s the mark of a survivor. 

Summer is on her way over to take me Christmas shopping.  Two days before Christmas is the worst time to do it but I’ve been with Cooper the rest of the time so I couldn’t get him anything.  I’m not even sure I know what I want to get him.

I hear a knock on the bedroom door.  Summer must have let herself in with the extra set of keys Cooper gave her.  “Come in,” I tell her. 

“You’re not even dressed yet.  Here let me help you,” she offers, falling straight into my trap.

“Can you put my hair up in a bun for me?” I plead.

“Of course,” she agrees.  “How did you put it up in a bun the other day?” she asks curiously.

“Don’t tell him that I told you this, but Cooper likes to brush my hair and lately he’s been trying to put it into styles for me,” I tell her giggling.  She shakes her head smiling.

“Lucky girl.  Cooper was a genius when he bought you bras the clasp in the front, or else you’d be asking me to put that on you too.  Okay, where’s your signature yoga pants and a sweatshirt?  Let’s finish getting you dressed before I do your hair,” she instructs me.  I point to the clothes on the bed and she brings them to me.  I lean on my good leg and slip a pant leg on then I sit on the edge of the tub and do the other.  I stand up and slip on a t-shirt followed by a sweatshirt. 

“How’s that arm treating you?” she asks as she begins to brush out my hair.

‘It’s doing a lot better.  It hurts the most when I have to hold it up for long periods of time.  And that’s why my sweet baby sister is doing my hair for me,” I tell her, cooing in a baby voice towards the end.

“Alright, you’re ready now.  Let’s go,” she says steering me on my crutches towards the front door.  I stop by the coat rack grabbing a coat and scarf.

“I can’t wait to wear jeans and two pairs of shoes again,” I say on the way to her new four-door sedan.  Her truck was totaled in the accident but the insurance money and a raise at AG’S Bar & Grill helped her get a more reliable set of wheels.  I sit down in the passenger’s seat and she takes my crutches from me tossing them in the back seat.  I hate those crutches but I hated the wheelchair even more.

“Where are we headed?” I ask her.

“I thought we go to the mall in Carbondale.  It’s a forty-five-minute drive but it’s the only place around here you’ll find a selection,” she informs me.

“That’s fine,” I tell her.  “How have things at work been?  You still see a lot of Jason,” I ask meaningfully.

“No.  He gave me a raise and everything but he told me over the phone.  I don’t see him around the place that much anymore.  I worry that he knows how I feel about him.  I’m actually glad I don’t see him that often.  Do you know how hard it is to see something every day that you want so badly that it hurts and you know you can never have it?” she asks me pitifully.

Yes, I do.  But we’re talking about her, not me.  I feel like everything has been about me lately and I can’t wait for it to be over.  The first step is getting this awful cast removed tomorrow.  The next step is catching Trixie, but the police have to do that part.

“How’s school going?  You only have one more semester left right?” I question her in an effort to change to a happier subject.

“Yes,” she says excitedly.  “This semester is over and we’re on winter break.  If I take a full load next semester I’ll graduate this summer.  It took me a year longer that it should have because I moved out here, but it was totally worth it.  I’m trying to work as much as I can during this break to save up money again,” she apprises me.  “I saw what you did to grandma’s house.  It looks amazing!  I know it’s none of my business but where did you get the money?  Did Cooper give it to you?  I mean it’s cool if he did,” she finishes lamely.

“I got the money from royalties for some backup singing I did a while ago.  Cooper offered to help, but I wouldn’t let him.  I wish he didn’t have a lot of money,” I admit.

“Why would you wish that?  No woman in her right mind would wish that!” she exclaims.

“That’s exactly why.  He’s used to women wanting him for his looks and his money.  I can’t lie I want him partially for his looks too, but I could care less about the damn money.  I hope his parents don’t think I’m with him for the money,” I comment dejectedly.

“Everyone in Acorn Grove knows that Cooper pursued you.  If there was any doubt in anyone’s mind it was erased the day he serenaded you in the hospital.  I heard he sang ‘Breathe You In’ by Dierks Bentley, is that true?” she asks in amazement.

“Yeah, and he was pretty damn good too,” I respond.

“I love that song,” is all Summer says.

“Me too,” I remark.  We sit in silence for the next twenty minutes, each of us lost in our own thoughts as we watch the snow covered country landscape pass by.

“We’re here,” Summer announces, snapping me out of my reverie.  “What kind of stores did you have in mind?  I thought we could do a little shopping first then maybe get our hair and nails done and eat lunch.  What do you say?” she asks happily.