Nope. Uh uh. I took a drink of my soda and gave him my best bland look. “I don’t know, Trina. He’s had plenty of girlfriends before. He’s had lots of practice being nice. Look how that worked out.”
It was my turn to get a glare. “Really?”
“Oh yeah,” I said, smirking back at him.
“True,” Carly piled on. “But he never had the right girlfriend.”
Coop pointed at his mom. “What she said.”
Carly patted his arm. “It’s all right, dear. You’ll figure it out sooner or later.”
“Hey.” He stared at her. “I think I figured it out in kindergarten. I wasn’t the slow one in this relationship.”
“Ooo, did you just call your girlfriend dumb?” Trina asked, and it took everything I had not to burst out laughing.
“Yes, Cooper, did you just call your girlfriend dumb?” Carly eyed him almost sorrowfully. “I did think I’d raised you better than that.”
“He’s a work in progress,” I assured his mom. “And I think I’m up to the challenge.”
“What the hell is going on?” Coop goggled at all of us. “No ganging up on me at this table. Frankie is on my side.” He eyed me. “My girlfriend, my side.”
“A good girlfriend doesn’t let you get away with putting your foot in your mouth. Especially if you’re going to pull something.”
That set Trina off laughing again, and even Coop snickered as he shook his head. “Eat your food, Curtis, or I’m going to steal your garlic bread.”
“Don’t make me stab you.” It was hilarious, and I laughed almost as much as I ate. There was even cheesecake for dessert, and my stomach was groaning, but Coop and I split a piece before he helped with dishes.
Coop walked me back to my place, after I checked with what Trina had needed—she wanted to borrow a dress from me, and as soon as Coop heard the words ‘date’ and ‘dress,’ I had to drag him out of there and promised she could come over that weekend and pick from the four I had.
“She doesn’t need to be dating,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, and you keep growling at her and she’ll start sneaking around, and then what will you do?”
“Figure out who it is and ask Jake to beat the hell out of him,” Coop told me firmly as he opened the door.
Jake glanced up from where he was playing a game with Archie. “Whose ass am I kicking?”
Thirty minutes later and still stuffed, I got ready to leave again. Jake surrendered the game controller to Coop while Archie dug into the extra lasagna we’d brought back. I got two thorough kisses that left me tingling before Jake and I headed out.
“Hope you’re hungry. Mom and the girls were making the whole thing, including pumpkin pie,” he teased me, and I groaned.
“I will find a way to survive. Though you might have to wheel me out of your house when it’s over.”
He snorted. “Good thing I lift weights, right?”
I pinched him, and he laughed. “Ass.”
“Well then, don’t call yourself fat,” he retorted and delivered a smack to my ass as I got into his SUV, then he leaned in to kiss me. “Or pick on yourself in any way, shape, or form. You’re perfect.”
It was my turn to snort, and I shook my head. “Not sure about that. Have you met my boyfriends?”
“Yep,” he told me, his eyes heating. “One of them is tall, strong, determined, and more than willing to deliver beat downs when appropriate.”
I grinned. “Also sweet, funny, and adorably nerdy when it comes to history.”
“That, too,” he agreed with a wink. Then he kissed me again, one large hand cupping my face as he tangled his tongue with mine. With a long sigh, he rested our foreheads together. “I wish we had time to just get naked and celebrate that way.”
A shiver went through me, and seriously, you’d think I’d be more than fine after my day, but this was Jake and I bit my lip as I studied him. “How much time do we have?”
He raised his brows, then glanced at his watch. “We’ll be late in about twenty-eight minutes.”
“Know a quiet place to park?” Then I dipped my gaze to his groin and back up. His eyes flared.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
It took us exactly eight minutes to find a spot and less than one minute after that did I have his jeans open and his cock in my mouth. “Don’t grab my hair,” I warned him. “I can’t fix it.”