Boomerangers: A second chance romantic comedy (Cajun Girls Book 1)
Boomerangers: Chapter 28

“Boom!” I jump up from my seat, throwing the controller down onto the couch and beating my fists against my chest like King Kong. “Still got it, boys.”

Landon huffs. “You got lucky, old man.”

“All right, you two, it’s almost ten and y’all have school in the morning. Time for bed,” Mrs. Elaine says, setting her grade book down on the coffee table as she pushes up from her usual corner on the worn couch.

“Come onnn, Grandma Elaine, I didn’t get a chance to play yet,” Lake gripes.

“Nope, get movin’. You can play with Coop tomorrow.” Elaine winks at me as she says it, and I smile at her not so subtle invitation as she leads them off to bed.

After the room has cleared out, I realize that I haven’t seen the girls for a while. The sound of hushed voices leads me back to the kitchen.

“That’s not the same thing, Spencer. Cooper doesn’t even want kids, and if he ever decided he wanted to have children, you could give him that. I can’t,” Gina argues. Her hands are resting on Spencer’s shoulders and both women are dripping in tears. I hang back just outside the door, eavesdropping on the rest of their conversation.

“I’m not having any more children, Gina.” The breath whooshes out of me like I’ve been punched in the gut. I’m surprised by how much that hurts to hear.

“But if you were with Cooper, things would be different. It wouldn’t be so hard, and could you just picture him with a little baby? God, I think my fucking useless ovaries would explode!” Her hands come off Spencer’s shoulders, making fireworks in the air.

Listen to Gina. She’s smart.

Spencer laughs, and I feel it right in the chest. “I can imagine it,” my girl answers, wiping her tears on the sleeve of her sweater. “He deserves a family—his own family.”

“Well, I think you’re screwing with fate. I’d love to have another baby Spencer running around, and since I can’t make my own baby, you have to do it.”

I watch from behind the doorframe as Spencer glares at Gina. “That’s really low, Gi.”

Gina shrugs. “I fight dirty. You know this.”

“What’s up, ladies?” I ask, walking into the room as if I haven’t been snooping for the last five minutes. “You’re looking at the reigning champ!” I beat my chest again.

“So, you won?” Spencer asks, laughing.

“Whooped Landon’s ass!” I hold out my hand and Spence high fives me.

Gina keeps her face turned away from mine as she excuses herself to the bathroom.

“I’m so proud of you,” Spence mocks, running her hands up my chest and around my neck.

“Why do you look like you’ve been crying?”

Spence shrugs. “It’s a little warm in here.”

She’s caught by surprise when I lick the side of her face, eliciting a loud squeal. “What the hell are you doing?” She giggles, attempting to squirm her way out of my embrace.

“Collecting evidence.”

“Evidence?”

“Yes, evidence. After sampling the crime scene, I can confirm with one hundred percent certainty that you have indeed been crying.”

“Is that so?” she asks, pulling in her lips between her teeth in an attempt to hide her smile.

I nod, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. “The temperature of your skin coupled with the traces of salt proves that tears have recently touched this beautiful face.” I trail the back of my hand down her cheek and she melts into me. “The question is, why are you lying, Ms. LeBlanc?”

“This is all so very CSI of you, Mr. Hebert. I must admit, it’s kinda turnin’ me on.” Her brows waggle as she presses her breasts against my chest, causing my dick to strain against the fabric of my jeans. My heart begins to race, and just as I’m about to lean in and kiss her . . . Gina comes blazing through the kitchen with a hand shielding her eyes.

“All right, lovebirds, that’s my cue to get outta here.” She nabs her purse off the counter with the hand that isn’t covering her face and calls back from the living room, “Talk to you tomorrow, Spence! Bye, Coop!”

“Who set her ass on fire?” I ask after the door slams shut.

“Maybe she had a hot date?”

It takes everything in me not to laugh at the guilty look on her face. Even if I hadn’t just heard their conversation, I’d know she was lying. “Speaking of dates . . . can I take you somewhere?”

“What . . .? Right now?” she asks, glancing at the clock above the door.

Cupping her ass in both hands, I pull her body closer, lining up our centers. “Yes,” I whisper against her ear. “Now.”

Her hand trails down my front until she’s cupping my hardening. Spencer smirks and her breathing changes. Her eyes are bedroom heavy as she rolls her tongue over her bottom lip, nodding up at me without a word.

“I can’t believe you brought us here,” Spence offers, looking around in wonderment as I help her down from the truck. Judging by the smile on her face, you’d swear she was looking at anything but the miles and miles of empty cane field surrounding us.

“Brings back memories, right?” I ask, inhaling the cool night air.

“So many,” Spencer whispers, reaching for my hand and lacing her fingers in mine as we walk around to the bed of my truck. “It’s so quiet out here.”

“It is,” I agree with a smile.

“It’s kinda creepy, actually,” she adds. A chill moves through her body. “And cold.”

“Come on. I’ll keep you warm.”

When we arrive, I let the tailgate down, retrieving the wood that I packed earlier this evening, and build us a small fire.

“Sit with me?” I grab Spencer’s hand, as she slips down from the tailgate and lead her to the blanket I’ve already laid out for us. I plop myself on the ground first then position her between my legs with her back to my chest. Her windblown hair tickles my nose. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Spencer’s face appears over her shoulder, her lips turned down in an exaggerated frown.

“Why the sad face?”

“When you said you’d keep me warm, I kinda thought that meant you were cashin’ in.” Spencer tilts her head to the side, fluttering her long lashes.

Laughter rumbles through my chest. “Don’t worry . . . we’ll get to that.” I place a kiss on the tip of her ice-cold nose.

Spence shimmies her ass into my crotch, making it almost impossible to concentrate. “Well, hurry up . . . before I decide to take care of myself.”

It would totally be worth the blue balls . . . “I’d pay top dollar to see that.”

Oomph. Her elbow flies back, jabbing me in the ribs. “Why’re you always beatin’ me up?”

“Why do you keep trying to turn me into a hooker?”

“Why are you trying to marry me off to another woman?”

“Wha—” Spence turns in my arms to face me. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you and Gina in the kitchen tonight . . .” Crickets. Literally, all I hear are crickets chirping and wood popping.

Spencer’s face falls and she tries to move away, but I tighten my grip. “Don’t pull away from me, babe.”

She stops struggling but won’t meet my eyes. “What exactly did you hear?”

“Enough.”

“You were spying on us,” Spence whispers accusingly.

“I didn’t want to interrupt, and then when I heard my name . . .”

Her lips purse as she continues to stare down into her lap.

“I didn’t bring you here to try to pressure you into anything you aren’t ready for, Princess. I told you that I’d accept whatever you have to offer, and I still mean that.”

Tear filled eyes glisten in the firelight. She’s so fucking beautiful that it hurts to look at her, but it’s an ache I hope to feel for as long as I live, because the pain of losing her again . . . that I don’t think I’d survive.

“I mean that forever,” I add, feeling my heart tighten in my chest. “There’s no one else I want.” Tucking my finger beneath her chin, I turn Spencer’s face until I’m staring into her hypnotic blue eyes. “No one,” I stress.

“You don’t know that, Cooper.”

Taking her tiny hand into both of mine, I lift it to my chest, placing it right over my racing heart. “You feel that?” I rasp, swallowing hard. Her head bobs. “That’s yours. It’s always been. So, the next time you try to convince yourself that you know what’s best for me, I want you to remember what you feel when we’re together.” I touch the pads of my first two fingers to her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against my skin. “I feel it, too.”

Spencer raises her hands to cradle the sides of my face. “I’ll remember,” she whispers, blinking away tears.

“There is no getting over this, Spencer.”

Frightened lips begin to tremble as the tears freely fall from her eyes. “We said no—”

“No strings,” I finish for her before placing a kiss on her temple. It’s so hard to be understanding—not to allow my frustration to show. Somehow, I’ve got to find a way to make her trust me again. “I’ll take stolen kisses and trysts in the cane fields for as long as I live over a life without you in it.”

Her lips turn down into a sad smile. “I’m so sorry, Cooper.”

Shaking my head, I wipe the tears from her cheeks with the pads of my thumbs. “None of that. I made my own bed.”

“I just wish . . .” she whispers, trailing off.

“You wish what?”

“I wish that I could give you more . . .”

“There is one thing I want.”

“What’s that?” she asks breathily.

“Forget our deal for tonight. Not another word about the fucking strings,” I say, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Give me this, Spence.”

She gulps and her lips part.

“I want to make love to you. Not a quick fuck in a bathroom or in the woods behind our parents’ houses . . .”

“Okay,” she whispers, pulling my face until her lips brush mine.

I hear her answer, but for some reason, it doesn’t register. “Let’s pretend just for a few hours . . . Let me show you how good we could be.”

“I said okay.” At that, her lips crash into mine.

Spencer crawls into my lap, wrapping her jean-clad legs around my waist and crossing her ankles at the small of my back. Her tongue delves into my mouth, thrusting ravenously. It’s always this way between the two of us—this desperation. The overwhelming urge I have to touch her everywhere all at once. As hard as it is to control myself . . . I want tonight to be different. It has to be special. Time never seems to be on our side, but tonight I’m determined to take advantage of every last second. It’ll be a night she won’t forget—a game changer.

“Slow,” I groan into her mouth, setting the pace with softer, longer, strokes.

I feel the vibration of Spencer’s moan against my lips as her nails dig into the skin of my back. She moves closer, grinding into my erection, her hips circling in the same unhurried pace. Her breath is warm on my neck, her nipples hard against my chest. The mewling sounds coming from her lips are the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

If we don’t switch places, this will all be over far too soon.

Gripping Spencer’s legs beneath her thighs, I lay her on the ground, hovering above her. We undress each other slowly . . . layer by layer until there is nothing left between us. By the time I’m done with her, there won’t be a spot on her body I haven’t touched.