Made to Love: Carmen and Cooper's Story (8 page)

Chapter
Fifteen

Waking up with a hangover is
something I haven’t experienced in years. When I open my eyes,
Cooper isn’t in the bed and his clothes are gone. I knew what he
was saying was bullshit, but why did he take such good care of me
last night? He frustrates me. There are two pills and a bottle of
water on my night stand. Damn, he thinks of everything. I pop the
pills and go to the bathroom to freshen up. Staring in the mirror,
I look tired and my eyes are puffy. Being in love and heartbroken
at the same time isn’t the best look for me. I need to talk to
Marcia, she will set me straight.

The smell of bacon is in the air. I hear
voices in the kitchen. Surprised to see Cooper, I smile. Marcia is
sitting at our bar top, which is an elegant piece of aluminum. It
has a wavy front edge, and is paired nicely with bar stools, square
in shape. They resemble the ones at Leo’s, only ours are red. They
circle out at the bottom, the setting compliments of stainless
steel. David is busy at the stove flipping pancakes. I notice he is
wearing pajamas, where did those come from?

Cooper sees me. He stands up pulling a chair
out for me and says, “Good morning beautiful. How are you
feeling?”

“
Okay, I am tired with a slight
headache.” Cooper rubs my back and kisses the top of my
head.

Marcia says, “David offered to make us
breakfast. Since you guys were not introduced last night, David,
this is my best friend, Carmen.”

“
Nice to meet you,” he replies in
kind voice.

“
Same here. Did you stay here last
night?”

“
Yes, but I slept on the couch.”
Looking at the couch, there are blankets and a pillow. “That was
very gentlemanly of you,” I say.

He smiles, “Well, Carmen, we all
aren’t jackasses like Cooper.”

Outraged, I ask Cooper, “Why did
you tell him I said that?” Before Cooper could answer.

Marcia says, “You were so loud, everyone heard
you.”

Marcia offers to help David in preparing
breakfast. David continues making eggs, and pancakes made with
fresh blueberries. The aroma makes me hungry.

“
There are biscuits in the oven,
in case someone wants to make a bacon, egg, and cheese,” calls
David. “However, I will leave Marcia in charge of
those.”

He sends a wink in her direction. Cooper and I
look at each other and laugh because we both know Marcia thinks
cooking is choosing from a menu. She realizes we are laughing at
her and she flicks us off when David is not looking. My eyes focus
on his pajamas again, and I start to think if this was all planned.
Did they plan to run into us at Marvin’s? Was David supposed to be
Cooper’s designated driver as he drank his sorrows away, the same
role Marcia would take on for me? Later I find out that David was
prepared to stay over at Cooper’s. I notice Marcia watching David.
It is obvious she is definitely into him. I can clearly see
why.

He is no Cooper, but he is a few
inches taller. David seems to be in great shape. He has a close
haircut that has been recently shaped up. His greenish-blue eyes
are beautiful against his light brown skin. I wonder if this will
lead anywhere. She tells him to scoot over so she can check the
biscuits. She’s definitely taking this task seriously. I chuckle to
myself. David informs us we should be eating in five minutes. The
butter and maple syrup is already placed on the kitchen table in
our dining room.

The red dishes give the glass
table top some much needed color. A fork and knife have already
been set on each side of the placemat. Fresh fruit is in a silver
bowl that is in the middle of the table. There’s a pitcher of
cranberry juice sitting on the bar. Coffee is made for those who
may need a jump start. We have Keurig machine, thanks to Marcia and
her unhealthy caffeine habits. She has already had three cups today
and she is wired. She playfully swats David with the dish towel
when he carries the pancakes to the table. There are four chairs
around the rectangular glass, one on each end. Two sides are made
of red plush material, and the other sides are animal
print

They all resemble the shape of a
high heel. These are very special pieces of furniture to us because
we both love heels and more importantly, Celeste found them for us.
Cooper excuses himself to my room. He comes back within a couple of
minutes, so I figured he went to the bathroom. The eggs and bacon
arrive at the table, along with the biscuits. I dive in and
retrieved two pancakes and douse them with butter and syrup. In the
middle of cutting them, Cooper hands me the bacon and I grab two
slices and put it on my plate. Marcia and David are giggling at her
joke of being a chef since the biscuits didn’t burn. Biting into
the fresh blueberries brings joy to my stomach. Since the argument
it has been neglected. Cooper is coating his pancakes with syrup. I
can think of more useful ways to use that syrup. He smiles at me
before complimenting David on the pancakes.

“
Did you go to a class in order to
learn how to make them perfect?” Cooper says in a joking
manner.

“
Always jealous of me,” David says
laughing. “My being able to cook is what got me through
college.”

“
I think everything is wonderful,
especially the biscuits,” Marcia adds.

All I can do is laugh. I look
around and I feel blessed to have them all here. It is crazy that I
have never allowed myself to have this kind of connection with any
man. This feels like a fairy tale. Maybe I’ll have my happy ending.
I thought I wasn’t made to love, but Cooper makes me have second
thoughts. Then our eyes meet and I give him a lustful look. As if
reading my mind, Marcia nominates her and David for cleanup duties.
I smile, as Cooper stands and comes to where I’m seated reaching
out for my hand. He walks with me hand in hand to my
room.

“
Last night I was reluctant at
first to approach you but I knew it may be my last chance to get
you to listen. The multiple shots you consumed made me believe that
you still cared, but you were on your way to remove me permanently
from your life. I know I fucked up, and I truly am sorry. I’m glad
we spent last night together; it was nice just to hold
you.”

As we reach my door, I am trying to register
everything he just said.

I ask, “Why don’t we do that again, right
now.”

He anxiously agrees. Stepping in I
hear my iPod playing a new set of songs, it’s then I realize Cooper
came up here to prepare this. He has gone out of his way to light
candles in different locations, the room now glows a golden color.
The song playing right now is
I’m
Sorry
by Keith Urban. We lay together on
the bed, facing each other. I lean in to feel his lips, and he
eagerly kisses me. I can taste the cranberry juice on his lips that
we just had with breakfast. Our tongues dance around each other
with passion. He pulls me free of my tank, as his kisses become
fiercer. His lips land directly on my right nipple. He sucks and
licks with greed. He travels to rid me of my red bottoms. I’m naked
underneath. Before I can think any further his lips and tongue are
on my vagina, sucking, kissing, tracing in the right rhythm to put
me over the top. He inserts two fingers as he continues his journey
to bring me fast pleasure. His massive bulge, which is in current
upright position, treats my body as his only priority at this
moment. Closing my eyes, I lick my lips. I stretch my foot out and
begin rubbing the outside of the massive package that lies
underneath.

His fingers close in on me and my arousing
orgasm. Cooper knows exactly what to do, and how to do it to a tee.
He pulls the trigger when he wants to see how my body reacts to his
touch, his skills. He takes hold of my right foot before I’m about
to let loose, it distracts me.

When I feel his mouth close around my candy
red polished toes. I’m sent over the edge. “Oh, Cooper!”

I arch up on the bed, he moves to my other
foot. After paying it much attention, making my desire rise all
over again, he sits my foot back down. He’s wearing a seductive
grin. He quickly removes his pants, and his big dick is front and
center with my vagina. He begins to climb above where his lips meet
mine in the most intense kiss we’ve ever had.

“
I’ve missed you so much,” he says
with the rip of the foil.

He slides it on quick. He starts to tease me
with the head, acting as if he was planning to enter, not just yet.
He pulls back.

“
I’ve missed you too, Cooper,” I
say while using my legs to take charge by attempting to push him
inside me and end this current torture. I need to feel
him!

“
And you forgive me?”

He acts like this treatment is
even more torture for him, as he refuses again to allow my legs to
win. He lets his guard down for one second as he bends down to kiss
me. I take full advantage of his tongue and the opportunity
presented to take charge. With a brief squeeze of my legs around
his obliques, he slides in me with a look of shock and excitement.
Then he pulls out and says, “I fully plan on giving us what we
need, but first I must know you forgive me.”

I’m needy of his massive size inside me now,
and he’s being incredibly sincere. How can I not forgive him? In
due time, I tell myself, he will share what happened. I reach up
and pull Cooper with my hands around his neck. I kissed him the way
you would if offering forgiveness.

“
I do, Cooper. I want us to move
forward, so start with your dick first, we’ll discuss the rest
after.” I grip his waste with greedy intentions.

He kisses my neck and inserts with slowness.
He’s fucking me with extreme care, sensual in every move. He allows
my pussy to feel all of him; he takes possession of me, bringing me
to different experiences with every orgasm that rocks through my
body.

“
You feel so good,” he pants. “You
always do. But I want to take it slow so I can explore every part
of you.” I smirk between moans. “You are guaranteed a one way trip
to Paradise,” he says as he thrusts with more force, just enough to
where I can worship every bit of him, every last inch.

My palms are sweaty. I’m trying to
grip his shoulder as I prepare to meet the white light. The orgasms
are extraordinary. Sometimes they leave my body feeling so weak
it’s exhausted. Cooper knows exactly how to give me those. As I
lift up and allow it to take its course, Cooper decides to let go
as well.

“
Damn, beautiful.” He says as he
lies on my chest trying to get himself together.

My insides and my heart smile
again.

Chapter
Sixteen

Cooper and I need to talk. I forgive him but
he needs to know he can’t treat me that way and that it will not be
tolerated.

“
Why did you tense up?” Cooper
asks.

“
We need to talk about what
happened and the things you said. It can’t happen again,” I
say.

“
My
Carmen, I saw the fear in your eyes when I threw
the glass and I never want to see that again. I was thoughtless and
caught up in my fury. After talking to my dad, I went into
self-preservation mode,” he says.

“
I don’t understand.”

He sits up. “I know you don’t. You are blessed
to have grown up with two parents who love each other and you. I
wasn’t so lucky. My dad was a great parent, but my mom is a selfish
whore.”

“
You don’t have to explain
anymore,” I say.

There is hurt and anger in his eyes. He pulls
me close to him. I can see our reflection in the mirror; we are a
good looking couple.

“
Yes I do,” he says. “We cannot
move forward if I keep holding onto the past.”

That statement strikes me hard. We
spend the next hour talking about Cooper’s childhood. My heart
breaks for him. No child should ever have to witness a parent
sleeping around. For his mother to leave Mr. Jackson, after he
wanted to work things out was completely selfish. How could she not
want to be there for Cooper? This makes me appreciate my mom and
all her crazy ways more. I need to call her more. It makes complete
sense now that he has never been in a relationship and why he tried
to push me away more.

Cooper shakes his head and says, “My dad
seeing her again is unbelievable. She left us and never looked
back.” I face Cooper I give him a kiss.

“
You don’t have to understand or
like why your dad wants to be with her, but you should not let this
ruin the relationship you guys have.”

“
You are probably right. It will
be hard because when she left, my dad was depressed. We left North
Carolina because everything reminded him of her. That was the only
time I ever saw him cry. I do not want him hurt.”

“
And you,” I say. He frowns, but I
continue. “You do not want to be hurt either and that’s okay.” Our
fingers lock. “Call your dad. Tell him how you feel. Let him know
that if being with your mom makes him happy then you are happy for
him. You don’t have to start a new relationship with her, just be
polite when she is around. And don’t call her a whore.”