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  To My First And Last One Night Stand

  J. S. Cooper

  Copyright © 2020 by J. S. Cooper

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  For the readers that love to escape into a good story. This one is for you.

  Contents

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Blurb

  To Marco (No, I’m not going to add Polo),

  * * *

  Last night was a mistake. A big mistake. Or should I say small? I don’t want to hurt your ego. I should have listened to your sister. You’re insufferable and rude and far too cocky.

  Don’t worry. I won’t be telling anyone what happened because as far as I’m concerned it never did. Please stop calling me. I do not need to come and collect my bra from you. Or the T-shirt you lent me to sleep in when I got cold. And no, that one act doesn’t make you a gentleman. Far from it.

  Also, I do not need to have your smell near me to fall asleep. In fact, your shirt does the opposite. It gives me nightmares.

  * * *

  Millie

  * * *

  P.S. No, I do not want a repeat of last night at my office. I don’t care if that’s your fantasy or not. Stop texting me your fantasies, by the way.

  P.P.S. The texts I sent you this morning were drunk texts. I was still hungover. Do not construe them as anything else.

  P.P.P.S. Could you have given me any more love bites? There was no need to “mark your territory” because I am not yours!

  1

  Marco

  * * *

  “Te amo, mami.”

  I winked at the blonde as she ran her hands down my chest. This was the second time I’d seen her at the bar; the first time I’d actually bothered chatting her up.

  “I love it when you speak Italiano to me,” she purred, fluttering her long eyelashes at me, her big brown eyes fucking me with her gaze. “You’re so sexy.”

  “It’s Spanish, but whatever.”

  I let her unbutton my shirt, one button at a time, her fingernails grazing my skin. Some of the other patrons were staring at us wondering how I got to be the lucky bastard with a sexy blonde practically giving me a lap dance.

  “Say something in Spanish to me again.” She pushed her breasts against my arm.

  “A darle que es mole de olla,” I said in my sexiest voice, knowing she had no idea that I was telling her to start working with energy and enthusiasm. I looked down at my throbbing cock.

  “Si, papi.”

  She did a little dance in front of me. Her hips were a bit stiff, but nothing I couldn’t work with. For one night, at least.

  “Do you know what I just said?” I cocked my head to the side as her fingers made their way down to my crotch and ran over my bulge.

  “No, but I don’t care. Whatever you said, I’m cool with.” She winked.

  “Oh, yeah?” I ran my hands through my short dark hair. “I said I want you to blow me.”

  She didn’t even blink. “Now? In the bathroom?”

  “Nah.” I shook my head and looked at the bartender, who was pretending to not stare at us. “Shamus, another gin.”

  “Sure, Marco.”

  He grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and poured a generous amount into a glass before handing it to me. I grabbed the glass and downed the smooth liquid in one deep gulp.

  “I would love a vodka and Sprite.” The blonde gave me a wicked smile. “It would get me ready to take you in my mouth.”

  “The bartender’s right there.” I shrugged. I never wasted my money on gold diggers and sluts. I didn’t have to. They usually did what I wanted for free.

  “Oh.” She looked taken aback. “I guess I don’t need a drink. What do you want me to do now, big boy?”

  “I already told you.” I was starting to get bored. I stared at my watch. It was already eleven p.m. “Look, I have to leave in a little bit. I’ve got an early flight.”

  “Oh?” She pouted as she leaned in and kissed the side of my neck.

  “I’m going up to SF to visit my sister tomorrow.” I grimaced. “I’m going to meet her new boyfriend, so that should be fun.”

  I couldn’t believe that Jane had gone and gotten herself a boyfriend. I’d have to warn him that my fists would be in his face if he even thought about hurting her.

  “Need some company?” She bit down on her lower lip. “I’ve always wanted to go to SF.”

  “Nah, I’m good.”

  I looked to my right to see a hot chick with long brown hair staring at me, sucking on her finger. I smiled at her and she winked at me. When I waved for her to come over, she jumped up and almost ran to me. I could tell her panties were wet just from the way she was walking. The brunette stopped next to me and looked at the blonde, and then they both looked at me with wicked smiles.

  This was what I liked about the women I met in the bar. They knew what I wanted before I even had to ask. I checked the time again and grinned. I still had plenty of time to have some fun with these two and then head home to shower and pack.

  I was excited to see my sister, but I knew that there was no way I’d be able to do my thing with her around. Better for me to double up on pleasure tonight so that I’d be ready for my upcoming drought.

  2

  Millie

  * * *

  “Doesn’t it feel like we’re the only two women in the world without boyfriends?”

  Olivia and I clinked martini glasses together in commiseration as we sat in the back of the Mexican restaurant staring at the happy couples around us.

  “Three. There’s Birdy, too.” I took a huge gulp of my mango martini and sat back. “But yes, it is starting to feel as if we’re part of the Single Forever Club.”

  “I cannot believe that Jane and Tate are now dating.” Olivia reached for a nacho. “I mean, it’s cool and all, but damn. That happened so quickly.”

  “He’s a hottie, though. I’d bang him,” I said.

  “Yeah, I’d bang him and Jagger as well.”

  Olivia laughed and I joined in. Olivia and I had only been friends for about six months now, but it felt like I’d known her my whole life. We both started working together at a company called the 800 Club along with our other new coworkers and friends, Birdy, Jane, and Magnolia.

  Since we’d been working together, Magnolia had started dating her neighbor, who had turned out to be a man from her past. Now they were engaged, and Jane was dating our boss, Tate, which just left me, Olivia, and Birdy to live the single life.

  “We can’t let Magnolia and Jane hear us saying that, though. They’d kill us.”

  “Yes, yes, they would.” Olivia smiled at me, her brown eyes sparkling with amuse
ment. Her black hair hung in curls to her shoulders and her mocha brown skin seemed to glow.

  “Okay, are you wearing a new blush or something?” I asked her. “Because you are positively glowing.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “Wait, don’t tell me you have a new boyfriend as well?” I glared at her. “Is that why you’re looking so happy?”

  “I’m wearing bronzer, Millie.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Remember, I told you I went to the Mac store yesterday?” She pulled a curl through her fingers and made a face. “Be honest, do you prefer my hair curly or straight? I’ve decided to wear my hair naturally now because the flatiron has been singeing my ends and giving me split ends, but it’s such a different look.”

  “Girl, you know my answer.” I laughed as I threw my head back. My own long red curls cascading down my back. “We have to love our curls. Straight hair is too much work and too much damage.”

  “You have beautiful hair, though.” Olivia smiled. “I’d love to have hair as long as yours.”

  “And I’d love to have those perfect Goldilocks curls that you have instead of my frizzy mess.” I shook my head. “But I think we both have the looks that suit our faces. I mean, you have the most perfect bone structure.” I took in her appearance. “You’re so beautiful, it’s not even fair.”

  “Where have you been all of my life, Millie?” Olivia laughed. “You’re absolutely perfect for my ego.”

  “It’s too bad we aren’t lesbians, or we’d be the perfect partners.”

  “I know.” She giggled. “It’s a pity we love the D too much.”

  “You got to say it like you mean it.” I took another sip of my martini. “We don’t like the D, we love the dick.”

  “Sorry, can I help you, ladies?” An older man stopped next to the table, an amused grin on his face as he looked at us both. He’d obviously heard what I’d just said because he was licking his lips like the cat that was about to get the cream.

  “Nope,” Olivia said bluntly. “Keep on moving.”

  “Get out of here, buddy,” I added, and we both laughed as the man turned away with a disappointed look. “Do you want to go dancing this weekend? We might not be able to get Jane and Magnolia to come with us, but I’m pretty sure we can convince Birdy.”

  “Do you think so?” Olivia looked doubtful. “Birdy doesn’t seem to like going out much.”

  “Trust me, I can talk her into it,” I assured her. “We can be like Charlie’s Angel’s. Only the crimes we’re going to solve are the cases of our broken hearts.”

  “That was so corny.”

  “Okay, empty hearts, then?”

  “Yeah, that’s a bit better.” Olivia took another nacho into her mouth. “Oh, shoot, isn’t Jane’s brother Marco coming to town tomorrow? Didn’t we say we’d hang out with them?”

  “Yeah, but we can ditch them after a couple of hours. Didn’t Jane say her brother was a huge player?”

  “I can see why. He was gorgeous in that photo she showed us.” Olivia let out a low whistle. “Damn, he was muy caliente.”

  “Yeah, he was.” I grinned. “It’s too bad he’s Jane’s brother.”

  “Not to worry, there are a lot more and a lot hotter fishes in the sea.” Olivia nodded and leaned toward me conspiratorially. “We should dress really sexy, drive the men crazy.”

  “Girl, we already drive the men crazy. That’s how we know we still got it.” I said with a nod of my head. “Okay, I have to tell you something, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else. It’s a huge secret.”

  “Oh, shit, what is it?” Her eyes narrowed in response. “You killed a man?”

  “What? No, I didn’t kill a man.”

  “You have a secret husband.”

  “No.”

  “You have a love child.”

  “Olivia?”

  “You’re secretly a princess and going to move back home and take me with you and I’m going to be your lady-in-waiting.”

  “Olivia, you watch too much TV.”

  “You’re a billionaire and your rich daddy wants to marry you off to a sheikh who already has four wives.”

  “If my daddy was so rich, why would he need to marry me off?”

  “I don’t know? To get even more money?”

  “I guess rich people never do have enough money.”

  “So your daddy is rich?”

  “Girl, my dad made fifty grand last year. I wouldn’t say he’s rich.” I laughed. “He still has ten years left to pay off his mortgage.”

  “Oh. Yeah, my parents are still paying theirs off as well.”

  “Also, since when do we say daddy?”

  “Since Jane met Tate’s uppity parents.” Olivia made a face and we both laughed. “So tell me, what’s this huge secret?”

  “You’re going to laugh.”

  “I’m not going to laugh.” She shook her head.

  “Promise.”

  “I promise.”

  “I got an M shaved down there when I went for a wax yesterday.”

  “Wait, what?” Olivia raised an eyebrow at me. “M as in your initial?”

  “Yes, M as in Millie.” I grinned. “I figured if a guy goes down on me in the next week or so, while the M is still visible, I can say, ‘Welcome to Millie’s pussy.’”

  “Oh, my word.” Olivia’s lips twitched and then she cackled hysterically. “Are you joking me right now?”

  “No, I’m not.” I mock glared at her. “Are you making fun of me? You promised not to laugh.”

  “I’m sorry, but this is just precious. You had your pubic hair shaved into an M!”

  “I wanted something new.” I couldn’t stop myself from joining in the hysterics. “I know it’s crazy and stupid, but it just seemed fun.”

  “Well, you know what that means, right?”

  “No, what?”

  “It means that Operation Get Millie Laid Within a Week is on.” Olivia nodded. “Some awesome guy has got to witness that M firsthand.”

  “Who am I going to meet in a week?” I shook my head and then sighed. “Plus, I know I’ve had a couple of hookups in clubs with randos, but I’ve never actually had a one-night stand or anything.”

  “You haven’t?” Olivia looked shocked. “You’re always going on about sex.”

  “Don’t get me wrong, I love sex. And I love men. I’ve just never had casual sex.”

  “Really?” Olivia’s eyes narrowed.

  “I mean, I’ve fooled around with guys.” I went on. “I’ve even given a couple of blow jobs to some very questionable men and have been gone down on by some even more questionable ones, but I’ve never actually gone all the way with someone I’ve just met.”

  “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

  “No, no, of course not.” I shook my head. “I had sex with my first boyfriend when we were seventeen. It wasn’t great, but it got me on the horse, so to speak.”

  “I was about to say, if you and Jane were both virgins, I’d wonder what was in the water.”

  “Do you think Birdy is a virgin?”

  “I wouldn’t be shocked.” Olivia shrugged. “She’s either a virgin or a super freak. You know how those quiet ones are.”

  “True, true.” I agreed. “I bet she’s super freaky. Look how she dances in the club after a couple of drinks.”

  “Oh, yeah. Remember how she was grinding up on that one dude last time we were at Booty. I’m pretty sure his balls had never been bluer.”

  “Haha.” I reached for my glass and finished the rest of my martini. “Fine, we can officially get Operation Get Millie Laid off the ground, but he has to be cute.” I paused, thinking, and then said, “And packing.”

  “Obviously. No one wants a two-bit Sam.”

  “Or a three-bit Sam.”

  Olivia leaned in. “What’s the biggest guy you’ve been with?”

  “I’ll tell you if you tell me.”

  “Okay.” She nodded and finished her martini. “Shall we get another round?” She signaled the waiter to o
rder another round of drinks before I’d even answered, then looked back at me, waiting for an answer.

  “So, back when I was in college, I dated this hunky guy. His name was Jakub. His family was originally from Poland, and they’d moved to the States when he was thirteen. He spoke English well, but he still had this really hot Eastern European accent.”

  “Ooh, he sounds hot.”

  “He was so hot. He had the blondest hair and the bluest eyes, and this guy was cut.” I shivered remembering our time together. “He was in my English 101 class and I used to tutor him on the side. That’s how we first got to know each other. Well, after about three tutoring lessons he asked me out.”

  “Wow, fast.”

  “I made sure to wear the tightest tops I could around him.” I laughed. “We went on about four or five dates before I decided I was ready to go all the way with him.”

  “You guys hadn’t done anything else?”

  “Well, he’d touched me and stuff, but not much. Anyway, we were in his dorm room. His roommate had gone home for the weekend and we were making out on his bed. He started fingering me and I was getting all excited and then he pulled off his boxers.” I paused for dramatic effect.

  “Oh gosh, continue, I can feel that this is going to be a good one.”

  “He pulls out his cock and I swear to God, it was like this.” I clenched my fingers into a fist and held my hand up.

  “No way.” Olivia’s eyes widened. “Are you joking?”

  “Girl, I didn’t even know they could be that big.” I shuddered. “He put the tip next to me and I looked down and I knew there was no way in hell that thing was getting in.”