“Holy shit,” he muttered, and she imagined his fingers wrapped again around his once-more erect dick while he pleasured her with his voice and himself with his hand.
“Are. You. Getting. Off. On. This?” Izzy arched into her hand and gripped the phone tighter as she listened for instruction.
“Hell yeah. Now—harder. Harder. Faster. Rub your clit. Make yourself come.”
He stopped talking and so did she. The phone fell from her hand as she concentrated on her task. Cooper’s own moans and shouts seeped into her lust-ridden brain, driving her crazier. She pumped harder, rubbing her clit, and feeling the first tremors rack her body, building up to a full-blown explosion.
She heard his strangled shouts and knew he’d reached his climax a second time.
Izzy lay still, limp, spent, and almost fully satisfied. The only thing better would’ve been Cooper’s buff body sliding over hers, riding her harder than an outlaw outrunning a sheriff’s posse.
“Izzy?”
She groped for the phone and held it to her ear. “Yeah?”
“Do one more thing for me. Take a selfie on your phone.”
“Of what?” She put him on speaker as she fumbled for the camera.
“Is the camera ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Put your wet fingers in your mouth and suck off the juices. Now take a pic and send it to me.” She did as told, hardly able to contain herself as she texted the picture to him.
He was silent, except for a few choice groans.
“You like?”
“I love it. Next time I want a video of you fucking yourself with your fingers.”
“I can manage that, but can you?”
“It might kill me, but I’m willing to make the sacrifice.” She could hear the smile in his voice and the anticipation.
“I want something in return,” she teased with a naughty giggle. “I want a video of you jacking off as you listen to my voice.”
“I promise. Next time.”
“Next time, I’d rather have the real man in the flesh, every gorgeous inch of him.”
“You won’t get any argument out of—”
She heard muffled noises, cursing, and laughter followed by a bang.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I dropped the phone.”
“Cedric’s back,” she guessed.
“Yeah, complete with the team idiots.” Cooper’s harsh breathing almost drowned out his lowered voice.
“That would be Brick and Rush?”
“You got it.” Cooper sighed, his breathing slowly returning to normal. “Any word from your aunt? Is my nephew behaving himself?”
The one question she wasn’t prepared to answer. She hated lying to him. “Uh, yes, uh, everything is fine.”
“Is there something you aren’t telling me?”
“Only that one night with you wasn’t nearly enough, and I need more. Purely for research purposes, of course, just to see if the first time was an anomaly.” She sidestepped his question, patting herself on the back for her clever fakeout.
He chuckled. “I can guarantee you that it wasn’t.”
“When are you back?”
“Tuesday late.” She heard more noises and a long string of obscenities from Cooper. “Hey, sorry about that. I need to knock a couple heads together.”
“Sure. Good night.”
“Yeah, sweet dreams.”
“They will be.”
She listened to the sound of dead silence and lay back on the bed with a sigh. She was getting in too deep with Cooper and his nephew.
This was so not supposed to happen. Each time she pulled away from him, life pulled her right back. He was too alpha, too controlling, too much of everything. His strong will butted heads with her need for independence. She couldn’t have that, no matter how much he attracted her. He’d smother her, she’d turn into a raging bitch, and they’d end up hating each other.
Only staying away from him wasn’t an option either—as stupid as it was.
Something was off despite how hot the phone sex had been, but Cooper hadn’t been able to get to the bottom of it before the guys showed up. Izzy wasn’t telling him something, something important, and most likely something that would piss him off.
He’d pulled up his sweats at the first sound of the electronic key in the lock and thanked his good luck Cedric and the boys hadn’t arrived ten minutes earlier.
Cooper had been suspiciously panting when Cedric walked in with the dufus brothers in tow, which earned him a raised eyebrow from Cedric. Brick and Rush didn’t notice. They’d been too caught up in their latest scheme to pull a prank on one of the team’s top defensemen. Didn’t those two ever do anything without attempting to drag Cedric or Cooper or one of the other veteran guys into their schemes?
Brick balanced a box of pizza over his head and grinned at Cooper. Cedric just grinned as if he knew exactly what Coop had been doing and with who.
Cooper narrowed his eyes at Brick who was dressed in Hawaiian shorts and a bright orange tank that showed off his Playboy tattoo on one arm. On the other arm was a new tat of a goldfish or something equally lame.
Rush snatched the pizza out of Brick’s hands, dropped it on the desk, and dug in. Grabbing one piece in each hand.
Suffering from phone sex hunger, Cooper snagged a piece before it was all gone. Not bothering to chew first, talk later, he poked Brick’s tattoo. “What the hell is that?”
“Awesome, isn’t it.” Brick grinned proudly and flexed his biceps, making the fish grow bigger, like a bloated goldfish floating dead in a fish tank.
“It’s stupid as hell.” Cooper leaned in closer. The Space Needle was hooked in the fish’s mouth and a mountain suspiciously resembling Mount Rainier served as the background.
Rush pulled up his sleeve and revealed a matching tattoo.
“What the fuck?” Cooper scowled. The fish was a God damn Sockeye.
“All the guys got them to show our support for hockey in Seattle,” Brick said.
“And next year when they trade you, then what?” Cooper scowled. That was stupidest damn thing he’d ever heard.
“Doesn’t matter. Ve’re making history here. This is special. Ve are the first Sockeye team, and no matter where ve go or who ve play for, ve’ll always be Sockeyes,” Rush answered with his Russian accent thicker than usual.