“Good.” He almost sounded disappointed, and she laughed.
Instead of smacking her again, Cooper slammed his full, hard length balls deep inside her. “Oh. My. Gawd,” she screamed out as he retreated and pounded into her again. And again. And again. He adjusted his angle, hitting her higher on the next several thrusts. Letting go of her hands, he gripped her hips and ramped up his rough thrusts, plunging his dick deep inside her with the force and speed of a well-oiled piston. Pleasure mixed with the pain of an already sore body, and Izzy came fast and hard, leaning her hands against the wall for support.
“Awwww, shit,” Cooper shouted. He pulled out at the last minute, emptying his seed on her ass and thighs. She felt its warmth as it slid down her legs mixed with the shower water.
He leaned over her back, holding her tight, his breathing harsh and irregular.
Finally he straightened and washed the cum from her legs and tender ass.
They stepped out of the shower together, and Cooper wrapped her in a big towel. He kissed her forehead and rested his cheek against hers.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were troubled, which surprised her. That was the last thing she expected. What the hell had gone wrong?
“I’ve never done that before,” he said.
“Done it doggy style in a shower?”
“No, I forgot all about a condom. I pulled out just in time.”
“Oh.” She thought about it for a moment. “I’ve never forgotten to make sure the man was wearing a condom. I don’t have unprotected sex.”
“Neither do I.” His eyes lit up with desire. “But it’s one hell of a fantasy. I’d love to feel my cock inside you without anything between us, fill your body with my cum. I guess I wanted it so badly, I got carried away.”
“That’s okay. Really. I did, too.” Because she wanted the same thing, which horrified her. Unprotected sex was the worst idea in the world, and it represented a relationship hurdle she didn’t want to think about.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“No, it won’t.”
He nodded, but she could see the disappointment in his eyes.
They dressed, spent some time holding each other and kissing. Finally Izzy forced herself to leave. As much as her body wanted Cooper, she didn’t think she could take more without some recovery time.
She waved goodbye and drove down his driveway onto the street, glancing in the rear view mirror. He stood on his porch, shirtless, and watching her. Her chest tightened at the oddly domestic sight. Cooper Black did things to her, scary, wonderful things. Things she wasn’t sure she could handle because being in a relationship with a domineering man like him required her to relinquish some of her independence.
She’d fought too long and hard to be in charge of her own destiny. She’d be damned if she’d give it up to anyone. Even a sexy hockey player with unruly hair and blazing blue eyes.
The problem was it appeared they were already in a relationship.
Chapter 12—Hat Trick
“Where the hell have you been?” Betheni met Izzy at the door, her hands perched on her hips.
“I’m sorry, I was taking care of Riley.”
“That’s bullshit, and you know it. Riley would’ve left for school hours ago.” Betheni leaned in and studied her sister. Izzy looked away. “You’ve been fucking Cooper.”
“Sort of,” Izzy admitted, then laughed at how ludicrous that sounded.
“With that man, I’ll bet my booty there’s no sort of. I bet he’s all in.” Betheni threw back her head and laughed.
Izzy rolled her eyes.
“Besides, it’s about time. I hope being thoroughly fucked improves your bitchy attitude.”
“How do you know I was thoroughly fucked?”
“Several reasons. One, you have that dazed, thoroughly fucked look. Two, you’re relaxed instead of wound tight. Three, you’ve been AWOL since last night, and Cooper should’ve gotten home sometime this morning. The way I see it, at least eight hours are unaccounted for. Therefore, you’ve been screwing the man’s brains out and vice versa.
Izzy saw no reason to continue an argument she’d lose. “Guilty as charged. Now I need to sleep for the next twenty-four hours.” Did she ever. Her entire body ached in a good way. She still felt his presence between her legs, on her cheeks, and on her sore ass. A girl didn’t easily forget a night like that or a man like that, especially when every movement she made brought back memories of a particular sex act. She couldn’t believe she was able to walk upright instead of crawling.
“He rode you hard, did he?” Betheni narrowed her eyes and looked her up and down, smirking that knowing smirk that drove Izzy mad.
“Like a Triple-Crown winner.” Izzy managed a tired smile. This filly needed to go back to the barn and crash. Only she was ravenous. It’d been hours since she’d eaten. Betheni followed her to the kitchen as Izzy pillaged the cupboards and refrigerator in search of food.
“Good luck. We don’t have a thing in this house to eat, unless you want a piece of moldy cheese with ketchup on it.”
Right now even that sounded good. Izzy found a can of chicken noodle soup and poured it into a pan. She leaned against the counter waiting for it to boil. “Have you heard from Avery?”
Betheni looked away, chewing on her lower lip and picking at her fingernail polish. Not a good sign.
“Betheni, have you?”
“Uh, yes, she came by this morning. That’s why I’ve been trying to call. She’s living in an apartment over the barn.”
“At least she has that.” Izzy felt a small measure of relief her sister had shelter.
“Uh, there’s one more thing. Emma packed up her stuff and moved out. She’s moving in with Avery.”
“What?” Izzy’s hands shook with anger at the ultimate betrayal. Sweet, compliant Emma never gave her an ounce of trouble. Of all the sisters, she’d always been the dependable, level-headed one. “Why? Why did she do that?”