Crashing the Net

by Jami Davenport

  For a woman who hated to depend on others, she didn’t mind depending on him in the sack. His kisses drugged her with lust and desire. He alternated between gentle and slow and passionate and rough. She’d never been with a man who mixed it up like this and managed to maintain control. Most men would have lost it by now and simply screwed her senseless.

  She was damn sure the senseless part would come later for both of them.

  Izzy entwined her legs around his thighs and rubbed his erection through his pants. The hard, long length of him welcomed her. She smiled and lifted her gaze to his.

  “Have I ever told you how much I love Dick?” She unbuttoned the top button of his pants to show him how much. He sucked in a breath and held it, as if afraid expelling it would change her mind about touching him. Nothing would change that. She lowered his zipper, slid her hand under his briefs, and wrapped her fingers around his penis.

  “For once I’m not jealous. Not at all. You can love Dick all you want.”

  “I will. I promise.”

  “I’ll hold you to it.”

  Cooper unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her thighs and calves to her ankles. Izzy slid down the bed and licked the velvety tip. His taut stomach tightened.

  He maneuvered them into the classic sixty-nine position with him on the bottom. He held her splayed thighs apart as he licked his way up to her pussy. Izzy prodded herself back to work, trying to concentrate on giving head while he sucked and licked her cunt.

  “Gawd. Gawd. Oh, my Gawd,” she muttered, as she licked her way down to his base, cupping his balls, licking up the other side.

  It was his turn to beg and plead, and he did himself justice. Cooper grasped her butt cheeks in his big hands and pulled her down onto his face. His groan of satisfaction pulsated through her pussy. His tongue pushed between her wet folds and up inside her. It was her turn to groan around the cock in her mouth. How was a woman supposed to concentrate on giving a man pleasure when the man’s tongue was doing magical things to her pussy and clit?

  She gripped his thighs when he sucked on her clit, certain her body would shoot to the ceiling and take him with her. Cooper lapped at her juices, swiping his wet tongue up her folds and back down; then he pushed his tongue back inside, mounting an all-out assault on her pussy, while thrusting his cock in her mouth back to her throat. She took him deeper with each thrust, loving how his partially clothed body ground against hers but wishing it was bare skin instead.

  Time for that later.

  Lots of time, and she planned to use every minute of it exploring his delectable hard body, while he explored hers.

  She went down on him, or would that be up, considering their position. Whatever. She took him as deep as she could, his pubic hair tickling the tip of her nose, and the head of his penis deep down her throat. Pulling back, she gasped a breath, and sucked hard on his head, taking him back inside. Cupping his balls in one hand, she felt them tighten and knew he was about to come.

  Not one to be left behind, her body reacted to his talented tongue. When he took her clit between his teeth and sucked, it was all over. Her body bucked as waves of pleasure swept her out to sea. She managed to maintain enough sanity to pump him in and out of her mouth a few times before she felt him jerk inside her mouth. Soon his warm cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed before she collapsed in a boneless heap on the mattress. Cooper’s grunts and shudders subsided and his body relaxed under hers.

  She hugged him tightly to her, not wanting to ever let him go.

  She’d had tons of sex, probably more than she wanted to admit, some ho-hum, some mind-blowing. But a sixty-nine with Cooper blew her mind more than that best sex with any other man ever had.

  She hadn’t even recovered yet but being a greedy bitch, she wanted him inside her, both of them naked, while she rode him into oblivion. She wanted him to do her doggy style, do her against the wall, do her on the couch.

  Yeah, she wanted to do him, all right, and nothing was off limits, except anything involving her heart.

  But that was a given.

  She knew better than to give her heart to a man who admitted he was a temporary fixture and moving on at the end of the season, but giving her body, yes, she was all in.

  * * * *

  Cooper disentangled himself from Izzy’s hold and dragged his spent body around so that Izzy and him were facing each other. He kissed her deeply and passionately, the taste of her mingling with him as their tongues mated.

  He wanted to tell her how fucking incredible she was, but he couldn’t find the words, didn’t know how to say what he was feeling. So he kissed her, saying what words couldn’t and savoring the feel of her plush lips on his. Her hands pushed up his shirt and stroked his back. He loved it when she touched him, loved how she knew all the right places.

  “We’re wearing too many clothes,” she spoke against his mouth.

  He hadn’t even noticed. He’d been so wrapped up in her body. “Yeah,” he grunted.

  She pushed at his chest, and he rose up on his elbows, smiling as she unbuttoned his dress shirt. He helped her pull it off and cast it aside. Cooper removed her sweatshirt with a flourish and paused, doing a double take.

  “That’s my sweatshirt.”

  “It was. Now it’s mine. I like it.” She tossed him a sassy grin.

  “I like you wearing my stuff.” Reaching behind her back, he unhooked her bra with ease. It joined the growing pile of clothes on the bed.

  Cooper hugged her close again, as they lay side by side on the bed, not talking much, just enjoying the closeness, the bare skin against skin, and stealing kisses here and there.

  He wasn’t done with her, not tonight and probably not for a lot of nights to come.

  His cock completely agreed and recovered quickly, already hard and ready for action.

  “I need to be inside you,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  “I didn’t. I ordered.”

  She laughed and slapped his ass. Hard. He liked that. A lot. He slapped her ass back. Twice because he always gave better than he got.

  “Ouch, you’re going to pay for that.” She giggled and squirmed against his erection, taunting him with her wet pussy and a long, toned leg wrapped around his hip.

  He flipped her onto her back and straddled her, staring into her desire-laden brown eyes. Crap, he needed a condom. Without moving off her, he managed to grope for a condom in his nightstand and rip the package open with his teeth.

  “Let me help you with that.” She took it from him and slowly and deliberately rolled it on his dick. Fuck, he just about came right then and there, but he managed to hold it together.

  “Give me all you’ve got, Cooper. Right now,” she demanded. He should’ve taken exception regarding her bossiness, but he was way beyond that.

  “Are you sure?” He hesitated.

  “I’m absolutely certain. If you wait any longer, I’m going to spank you.”

  He raised both eyebrows and grinned. “That a promise?”

  “Inside. Me. Now.”

  “Bossy wench. I give orders, not take them.” He toyed with her despite how hard it was to hold back.

  “Then you don’t know me,” she challenged.

  Oh, he knew her all right. She waved her independence around like a big red flag, refusing to rely on anyone for anything, but he was Cooper Black, the stubbornest man on the planet who went after what he wanted, and he wanted Izzy. Not only did he want her, but he wanted to ruin her for anyone else, wanted to show her that relying on him—at least for sex—wasn’t a bad thing.

  He put on his best arrogant smirk and postured. “You need me, and you’ll be glad to take orders from me.” He watched as her face hardened in denial even while her brown eyes glowed gold with lust.

  “In what fantasy world do you live in?” She drew in a sharp gasp as his cock pushed past her wet entrance. He had her where he wanted her, and they both knew it.

  H
e took it slow, torturously so, despite her urging for him to pick up the tempo. He’d show her who controlled this situation and give her incredible pleasure in the process.

  She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow as he ignored her attempts to hurry him. When she arched her hips to take him deeper, he withdrew and grinned at her. “Not so fast, sweetheart.”

  “Asshole,” she cussed at him under her breath.

  “You’ll be thanking me for being an asshole.” God, while he was torturing her, he was torturing himself. He wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside her with her wet warmth surrounding his dick, sheathing him in her hot heat.

  He slid back inside, biting his lower lip as he pushed deeper. She surrounded him, enveloped him, completely took over his senses. He kissed her mouth, and she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her heels dug into the small of his back. Her nipples rubbed across his pecs.

  She was fucking hot. Third-degree burn hot. And he didn’t care if those burns left scars on his heart forever because he was that far gone. He squeezed his eyes shut and locked his jaw, attempting to maintain control while this writhing, panting little hussy underneath him did everything she could to rip his tightly maintained control from his grasp.

  That control faltered like a car slipping a gear, and he shoved himself deep inside her. Panting for oxygen, he pressed his face against her neck. His dick twitched with anticipation of the main event, while the opening act of being buried deep inside her pussy just about ended the show. He couldn’t lose control now, not without leaving her sated first. No, he absolutely could not.

  With more effort and control than he’d ever expended on the ice—and that was saying a lot—he withdrew partially from her.

  “Oh, Cooper. Baby, deeper. Deeper,” she begged, and he did love a woman who begged.

  His control slipped a couple notches, and he slammed into her, lifting her hips off the bed. She arched into him, taking all of him, her body pleading for more.

  Damn. What a woman.

  Izzy bit down on his shoulder, and the last of his steely control melted to red hot metal.

  His mouth found hers as he withdrew and rammed into her again. She didn’t flinch, didn’t back off, but gave it right back to him, meeting his deep thrusts with her own brand of wild need. Harder and harder he thrust as she moved with him in perfect harmony. Her walls tightened around him, pulsing with life and giving him life. His cock jerked once, twice, a third time, and he was crying out her name over and over. He heard his name on her lips as she came beneath him.

  Cooper detonated into millions of pieces never to be put back together into the same man he was before her.

  She’d destroyed him—in the very best way possible.

  * * * *

  The moment of truth had come.

  Izzy lay with her head on Cooper’s chest listening to his easy breathing and wondering if he was awake or asleep.

  After a night of epic sex with an athletic man in the best shape of his life, Izzy could barely move, not even her little finger. He’d taken her so many times she’d lost count. Four? Five?

  Her body ached in a good way. She touched her swollen lips and smiled, remembering his passionate kisses and the sweet words he’d murmured against her mouth or in her ear.

  “Cooper,” she whispered, not wanting to wake him on the off chance he might be sleeping, since they’d done very little sleeping until the sun had peeked through the dark gray clouds.

  “Yeah?” A slow sexy smile crossed his face but he didn’t open his eyes. His big hands rubbed her back and slid downward to cup her bare ass in his hands. “You have such an amazing ass.”

  “So do you.” She cleared her throat, hating to ruin the moment, but it had to be said. “Cooper, I—”

  “Oh, crap, let’s not go there. No morning-after guilt. No expectations. Just you. Me. Good company. Good sex. And the promise of more in the future.” He opened his eyes to watch her. Putting a hand under her chin, he lifted her face to his and gave her a tender kiss, a kiss that promised so much more than sex.

  She slapped those stupid emotions down and reminded herself not to ruin a good thing by making more out of it than it was.

  “Thanks for that, but this is about Riley.”

  “Damn,” he muttered, the mood gone. He rolled to the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. “What did the little shit do now?”

  “He’s not a little shit. He’s a scared, insecure boy who could use your compassion.” Her feathers were ruffled, and she resisted the urge to smack some sense into Cooper because he’d like it too much.

  “Izz, for his sake, I can’t let him get attached. It’ll give him false hope. This is a temporary situation. I failed his mother, and I’ll fail him if he starts counting on me.” He almost sounded sad, even regretful. “So what’s so important?”

  Izzy closed her eyes for a moment and rallied her courage. She lifted her head to find him studying her with that inscrutable expression he used when he was guarding his heart. “There’s no easy way to say this. My aunt quit on Saturday night. I’ve been staying here with Riley ever since.” She braced herself for the storm, knowing it’d hit any moment.

  “God fucking dammit. I knew he was giving her a hard time. I told her to let me know, and I’d take care of it.” Cooper raked his hands down his face and sighed. He muttered something she couldn’t hear and was glad she didn’t.

  “I don’t know what finally happened, but it wasn’t all his fault. She wanted a part-time job. You had her working twenty-four-seven.”

  “I did not. Only when I was on this road trip. Prior to that, I sent her home as soon as I got here.”

  “Cooper. She’s retired. She wants to travel with her husband. This wasn’t what she signed up for.”

  “I pay her handsomely.” He watched her from his perch on the side of the bed, his gaze hooded, his expression unreadable. Cooper the formidable was back.

  “That’s your solution to everything. Throw money at it. Guess what, Mr. Star Hockey Player, money doesn’t fix everything. In fact, I’m not sure it fixes anything.” Izzy fought to control her temper as she wrapped a sheet around her and got out of his big bed.

  “I’m doing the best I can. I’m hardly father material. Hell, I’m not even uncle material.” His gaze met hers, and she read a glimmer of defeat in those blue eyes. Cooper heaved a heavy sigh, as if the burden of the world rested on his broad shoulders.

  “I know you’re trying, but you could pay a little more attention to him. Show him some compassion. He’s lost his mother. No one knows if she’s dead or alive. In his mind, she’s all he has. Being alone at such a young age has to be devastating.”

  Cooper nodded slowly, propped his elbows on his thighs, and rested his chin in his hands. “Any ideas for replacements?” He offered her a lopsided grin that stole her heart.

  Still wrapped in the sheet, she sat down next him and lay her hand on his arm. “Since you paid me to find someone, and that someone left you high and dry, I’ll handle this until I can find the right fit.”

  “I know I’ve found the right fit. I fit perfectly inside you,” he chuckled and she punched him in the bicep. Drawing back she rubbed her knuckles.

  “Like hitting steel, isn’t it?”

  “Conceited ass.”

  He raised both brows, still grinning. “You’ll do the cooking, cleaning, and babysitting?”

  “No. Let’s get this straight. You can hire a cook and housekeeper. I’m the temporary nanny, and that’s the extent of it.”

  “Demanding.”

  “Just like you.”

  “I’m confident and in charge,” he countered.

  Izzy snorted. “You’re arrogant and full of yourself.”

  He didn’t seem to mind either label. “We start regular season a week from today at home. Then we play at home Saturday, then I’m off on a long road trip.”

  “How long?”

  He ticked the dates off on his fingers. “A week.”
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br />   “Oh.” She frowned, already missing his warm body in this big bed. “I’ll try to find someone before then. I can be here when he gets off practice this week.”

  “I’ll leave money for takeout since I can’t get a cook that soon, and you’re not cooking.”

  She nodded.

  “Izzy, I’ll also pay you handsomely. I know I’m intruding on your personal life.”

  What personal life? Besides her sisters and her struggling career, she didn’t have a personal life or even a life. She’d dedicated her life to her sisters, and one sister had already moved out. Even worse, it was now October first and her rent was due.

  Her life was pathetic.

  “Did your parents pay back the money?” Cooper asked in that uncanny way he had of reading her mind.

  She shook her head.

  “How much do you need?” he asked as he pulled out his wallet.

  “I can’t take handouts from you,” she balked, already in debt to him more than she’d ever planned on being.

  “Don’t consider it a handout. Consider it an advance for the nanny duties, including combat pay.”

  “I don’t need combat pay to take care of Riley. We get along just fine.”

  Cooper shook his head and smiled. “You did, but now you’re an authority figure and the roles have changed. Good luck with that.” He chuckled and kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re damn cute when you’re all indignant.”

  She huffed and stood, turning her back on him as she pulled up her panties.

  “You don’t need to hide that fine body from me, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure I explored every square inch of it last night and then some.”

  He came up behind her and nibbled on her neck, sliding his hands up her hips, waist, and rib cage. Izzy sucked in a breath and waited. Those big, amazingly gentle hands grazed her hard nipples, still sore from his persistent hands and mouth. “I love your nipples. They’re quick to harden at my touch.”

  Touch, hell. They hardened when she just thought about him, but he didn’t need to know that. His head wouldn’t fit through the tunnel into the stadium as it was.