“Riley, what have you done?” Exasperation crept into Izzy’s voice. He’d screwed up bigtime and needed to know that his selfish actions affected a lot of people.
“I don’t like her. I wanted her gone. I don’t need a babysitter. I’ve been taking care of myself for years.” He peeked up at her then looked away quickly.
Izzy let out a long sigh as she pushed past Riley into the house. “Wait for me in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”
A few minutes later she returned in one of Cooper’s old T-shirts and a pair of his sweats to find Riley pacing the kitchen.
Izzy plopped into a chair and rubbed her tired feet. She’d stood too long in those heels. “You are in deep shit, young man.”
Riley had the decency to cringe. “I can’t lie and say I’m sorry.”
“You’re not going to get your way either. I’ll find someone else, maybe a nice retired drill sergeant who won’t tolerate your crap.”
“I don’t need anyone.” Riley’s mouth pulled into the stubborn line that reminded her way too much of Cooper.
Crap, Cooper.
What was she going to say to him? He’d be beyond pissed. He’d paid her handsomely to take care of his kid problem, and her aunt hadn’t lasted more than a few weeks.
Izzy didn’t have any choice but to fill in until another solution came along. They had a few small parties to crash, but the sisters could handle them. Izzy needed to handle this teenage boy and stop from throttling him in the process.
“Are you going to call Uncle Cooper and tell him?”
“He’s going to find out soon enough. I’ll wait until he gets back from the road.”
Riley breathed a sigh of relief and plopped into a big overstuffed leather chair. “Good. I’m fine by myself.”
“Not so fast, buster. You’re in trouble and I’m not letting you—” She stared down at the phone vibrating in her hand. It was Cooper. She jabbed a finger in Riley’s face. “It’s past your bedtime. Get to bed.”
Riley ran upstairs as if grateful to get away from her.
“Hi,” she said, trying her damnedest not to sound breathless.
“Hey, still mad at me?”
“Yes, but I’ll get over it if you make it up to me. And Riley.” Though right now, Riley didn’t deserve anything from Cooper or her. “How was your game?”
“Crappy.” He sounded tired and almost defeated. Now wasn’t the time to tell him about Riley.
“I’m sorry. Where are you now?"
“I’m lying in bed, thinking of you. Wishing you were here to cheer me up.” Cooper’s deep voice did all sorts of things to her, and she forgot about anything else but him.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, as she went downstairs to Cooper’s room and shut the door. She plopped onto his big bed, not bothering to turn on any lights.
“Rubbing my dick and wishing it were you, not me, doing the rubbing.” His deep, sexy voice wet her panties even from halfway across the country. “What are you doing? Or even better, what are you wearing?”
“Nothing. Not a thing,” she lied knowing she’d get a rise out of him.
He groaned a deep guttural sound from the back of his throat. “Tell me what you’d like to do to me right now.”
Izzy hesitated. Did she dare? Was it wise?
Oh, what the hell.
“If I were there, I’d be running the tip of my finger up your impressive cock. On the trip back down, I’d draw slow circles around it, slide my hands down and around and cup your balls so very gently. I’d squeeze them, lift them, test their weight. I’d bend my head and lick the precum off the tip of that impressive dick, take you in my mouth, while holding the shaft. I’d work the head deeper, past my throat until I’d taken in all of you. Even single luscious inch.” Izzy grinned with satisfaction as his heavy breathing rasped in her ear. She relished the power she wielded over this big, strong man.
His breathing came faster and more desperate. He wasn’t actually pleasuring himself, was he?
Of course he was.
He moaned and called out her name, going strangely quiet afterward.
“Did you just jack off?” As if she didn’t want to join him and get her own satisfaction.
“Damn right,” he panted, sounding every bit like a man on his death bed and happy to be there.
“Is Cedric there?”
“Seriously?” He snorted. “Nah, he’s not here.”
Izzy didn’t comment.
“Your turn, honey.”
She could listen to his sexy, deep voice in her ear all night long, but she’d rather be in the same room with that voice, rather than merely the same continent. She grinned into the phone as she stretched out on the bed like a satisfied, or about to be satisfied, feline.
“Are you really naked?” Cooper’s breathing sounded close to normal. She imagined him sprawled on his bed, his hand still toying with his spent cock, the other hand resting on his taut belly. That incredible chest of his would be rising and falling and his hair would be pushed off his forehead except for one unruly lock.
“I’m in sweats.” She purred, lowering her voice so he’d have to strain to hear her or turn up the volume on his phone. Teasing Cooper might be the best fun she’d had in ages, excluding the swimming pool incident.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and she had to smile. “Put your hand down those sweats between your legs and tell me how wet the sound of my voice makes you on a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest.”
“Twenty,” she answered.
“Good answer. Now slip a finger inside yourself, pretend it’s me pumping my finger in and out of you.” He paused. “Pull out and add another finger and fuck the hell out of yourself.”
It didn’t take much. Not much at all. Good thing the master bedroom was separated from the upstairs bedrooms. Riley wouldn’t be able to hear a thing. Izzy could be noisy at times.
She closed her eyes, braced her legs apart, and shoved three fingers deep into her sopping pussy. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Cooper.”
“Yeah, that’s it. That’s my baby. Feel good?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Really good, but not as good as you’d feel sliding in and out of me. Pounding me into oblivion.”