Ain't Misbehaving (32 page)

“Tyler.”

“Yeah?”

“Go any slower and your life is in danger the instant my hands and legs are free.” She shifted her hips, attempting to drive him deeper. Using his greater strength, he held her in place, continuing to do things his way until he filled her completely. She sucked in an excited breath, savoring the throbbing hardness of him. The only thing that could make it feel better would be the thrust and grind of his cock, flesh slapping against flesh. To her frustration, he remained embedded without moving. “Fuck me, dammit.”

“What’s the magic word?”

“
Please, fuck me
.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” Tyler drawled. “It makes me hot.” He smiled, kissed her lips and started to thrust. Hard, fast drives that moved her up the mattress and made the bed squeak. She loved every minute of the rough fucking. She lifted her hips, desire shooting to an even higher plateau with each slap of their flesh. Sweet, delicious agony. She closed her eyes to absorb the myriad sensations.

“Open your eyes, Issy. I want to see your pleasure and for you to see mine.”

Seductive words. She lifted weighted lids and caught his gaze. Beautiful blue eyes that swirled full of passion. The wet sound of arousal filled the air with each thrust. The tingle around her clit grew deeper until it was almost painful. Issy gasped, her channel clamping down hard on his cock. She trembled on the cusp of release, balanced on a knife-edge of pleasure and pain.

Tyler drove into her again and she shattered, the pleasure streaking to her toes and rippling upward through her torso. Tyler thrust a final time, making a dark sound of passion as his cock jerked with hard contractions. His mouth slammed down on hers while she luxuriated in the aftershocks.

“I think you’ve worn me out.” He curled his warm, heavy body around hers, holding her so tight she had trouble breathing.

“Tyler,” she protested. “I need to breathe.”

“Surely not,” he teased. But he loosened his grip and fumbled with the ties binding her arms and legs before rolling onto his side and enveloping her sweat-sheened body with his heat.

Issy smiled sleepily, satisfaction singing inside. Yep, if she kept this up, he couldn’t help but become addicted and as infatuated with her as she was with him.

Heck, he might even decide they had a future together.

Chapter Four

Wednesday, three weeks later

“The back line is flat,” Tyler hollered over the howling wind. “Run on to the ball instead of standing there like bloody lamp posts. Try the set move again and this time shift your asses. Issy, you need to take the ball cleanly. Move it out to the back line straightaway. You’re hesitating, thinking too hard.” His frustration was clear even over the rain and wind.

Issy scowled and swiped the icy raindrops off her face. They might be sleeping together, burning up the sheets, but Tyler didn’t play favorites. Not that she expected anything else. The cold wind nipped her exposed arms and face. Like the others, she was exhausted after two hours of rigorous training.

Their next tournament took place this weekend in Taupo. The selectors for the Black Ferns were attending. If the team couldn’t sort their act, none of them would make the representative team. The thought focused Issy, made her concentrate on the move instead of allowing the distraction of the icy cold weather and the mud.

The team ran back into position and started again. This time the set move went without a hitch. Issy plucked the wet ball from the scrum and snapped it in a low, fast pass to her backs. She ran around the mess of bodies still climbing to their feet from the scrum and followed the back line down the field. The winger ran through one tackle and dodged another before flicking the ball to the next player. The back fumbled the wet ball but managed to regather and sailed over the try line to dot down.

“Yes!” Tyler roared. “That’s the way to do it. Good job. Right, I want to try the set play move from the throw in once more before we hit the showers.”

Several of the girls groaned. Issy gritted her teeth and forced her frozen legs to trot into position. Her blue leggings were soaked, the mud turning them an earthy brown. Her hair was sodden and water dripped down her neck. She snorted under her breath while she waited for the hooker to throw the ball to the lineout. She wanted this so much she was willing to risk pneumonia in order to prepare for the tournament and hopefully to impress the Black Ferns’ selectors. The rest of the team was just as committed.

The hooker called out a sequence of numbers—the team code for where she intended to throw the ball. The ball sailed over the heads of the lineout. Players jumped and one plucked it from the air. The player passed the ball to Issy and she dispatched it rapidly, sending it out to the back line.

A shrill whistle rent the air. “Perfect! Do that during the weekend and we’ll run all over the opposition. Hit the showers, girls.”

They hurried off the field, heading for the changing rooms. It was a relief to get out of the wind, the comparative warmth of the changing rooms making her skin tingle.

“Issy?” Tyler called from the doorway. “You got a sec?”

Issy forced her frozen limbs to move to him. Tyler’s blue eyes were framed by damp lashes and a trickle of water made its way down his cheek, trembling for an instant on his chin before falling. She ached to follow the progress of that drop with her tongue. She moved close enough to breathe in his clean scent along with that of damp wool. His mouth moved and she realized he was talking. Shaking herself, she attempted to concentrate.

“I have to cancel tonight. Can you get a ride home?”

Issy stared, a spike of fear making her stomach cramp. Was he trying to extricate himself from their affair because he’d tired of her? Or because the month was almost done?

“Issy?”

“Sorry?”

“Can you get a ride home?” he repeated.

“I have my car. It was so wet and cold I decided to drive instead of walking from the office.”

“Okay. Good.”

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“No, I’m going up to Eden Park to meet up with the other training staff.” Tyler hesitated. “I’ll see you on Friday night around six. It’s about three to three and a half hours traveling to Taupo.”

“Okay.” Issy forced a smile when she wanted to cry.

Tyler leaned over to kiss her, his lips cool from the cold. The kiss was slow and gentle and it made her heart race, an ache settling low in her pussy. “See you, sweetheart.”

Issy watched him stride away without looking back. Tears burned her eyes. She swallowed and swiped the moisture from her face, hoping her teammates would think the water was rain. Tyler was subtly pulling away, distancing himself. He’d been quiet all week. Issy didn’t think she’d been clingy or jealous or possessive. Maybe it was because the month was almost up and Tyler had meant what he’d said right from the start. Their affair would last a month and only a month.

She sighed. At least part of her plan had worked because she hadn’t made a clumsy move in his presence since their first night together.

Dispirited, Issy headed inside and stripped off her sodden clothes and footwear. At the moment she couldn’t worry about this stuff. She had to concentrate on playing well at the tournament and attracting the attention of the selectors. She couldn’t let Tyler distract her even if he was breaking her heart.

* * * * *

Tyler pulled up outside Issy’s parents’ house right on the dot of six. He’d missed her the last couple of nights and woken during the middle of the night finding himself reaching for her. Instead he’d found nothing but empty space. Tyler strode up the narrow, flower-edged path to the front door. He didn’t even have time to knock before the door flew open.

“I’m almost ready,” Issy said, greeting him with a towel wrapped around her naked body. “I had to work late to finish a client’s accounts. I just need to throw on clothes.”

Tyler wanted to tell her not to bother on his account but footsteps behind stalled his words. He turned, a grin spreading across his face when he identified the man standing there. “Adam! What the hell are you doing here? Issy said you were busy with secret army maneuvers.”

“What the hell are you doing here when my sister is wearing nothing but a skimpy towel?”

Tyler maintained an impassive expression. Issy’s brothers had always been protective and it wouldn’t make any difference to Adam if it was Tyler or a man he hadn’t met.

“I’m waiting for her to change so we can head for Taupo. The Jets are playing in a rugby tournament down there.”

“What’s that got to do with you?” Adam’s face remained unsmiling.

“Mind out of the gutter, man.” Hell, he didn’t have to take this crap. He wasn’t an axe murderer. “I’ve been coaching the Jets for the last month because their coach had a mild heart attack.”

“Adam! I’m not a child and you don’t need to act the heavy when a man comes near. I can cope just fine on my own. Come inside and bring Tyler with you.” She stomped down the passage that Tyler knew led to her bedroom.

He glanced back to find a thoughtful look on Adam’s face. His stomach sank. He knew what that expression meant and it didn’t bode well for him.

“I’m at a loose end this weekend. I might come to the tournament with you.”

They shared a measured look before Tyler exhaled. “It’s fine with me, although you should check with Issy.”

Adam nodded, his brown gaze narrowed in concentration. Small lines radiated from the corner of his eyes and there was a faint scar on his forehead caused when he’d fallen out of a tree during their younger years. Other than that, Adam was a masculine version of Issy.

Issy returned fully dressed in jeans and a mauve jumper that skimmed her form and made the most of her feminine attributes. Tyler’s gaze lingered on her breasts for an instant. “Adam wants to come with us. Is that all right with you?”

“Why?” She glared at her brother.

“I’ll load your gear while the two of you slug it out.” Disappointment filled Tyler at the thought of a chaperone. Hell, initially he’d meant this affair to last for a month, positive that was all the time he’d need to disperse the instant lust he’d felt on seeing Issy.

Hadn’t worked. Not a bit. Instead, the feeling had intensified to the point where he wanted more than casual. Tyler hadn’t trusted himself not to blurt it out while they were making love, which was why he’d stayed away for the last two nights. Issy was a damn fine rugby player and he hated to distract her before the tournament.

Fifteen minutes later it was an uncomfortable trio who headed south for the drive to Taupo. Tyler took the turning onto the motorway heading south before glancing across at Adam who sat in the passenger seat beside him. “How long are you home for this time?”

“Two weeks’ leave. Maybe we can go out for a few drinks one night?”

Now he decided to act the friend. Tyler bit back a snarl and wished their timing had been a little better and that Issy hadn’t been running late. His foot pressed the accelerator, the needle on the speedo easing upward.

“We’d like to arrive in one piece,” Issy said, leaning forward between the front seats.

“Sorry.” Tyler slowed to the speed limit and wondered what the hell he was doing trying to hide his relationship with Issy. He glanced at the rear-vision mirror and caught her warning look. Fuck, it was going to be a long trip to Taupo.

* * * * *

“You’ve only booked one motel room,” Adam snapped, suspicion coloring his tone.

“That’s right,” Issy said, jabbing her stubborn, opinionated brother in the ribs with her elbow. His grunt brought satisfaction. “Tyler and I are sharing. You can take another room.” She didn’t give him time to do more than splutter. “We’re adults and we’re sleeping together.”

“You can share with one of the other girls,” Adam informed her.

“No, I will not.”

Wisely, Tyler remained silent, letting her handle her brother. This time her finger jabbed the air in front of Adam’s nose, missing by a whisker. There was nothing wrong with the room and because of the tournament, accommodation in the tourist town was at a premium. She glanced at the small kitchenette and the dark brown two-seaters planted at right angles to the television. A small table completed the furnishings. Comfortable but not luxurious. No matter what Adam said, she wasn’t budging.

Adam took a step back, a dark frown on his face. “It won’t last.”

“Maybe not,” Issy said, maintaining a steady voice, although acute pain struck in the region of her heart. “But that’s none of your business either.”

She wasn’t ready to let go, dammit. Tyler hadn’t succumbed yet. More time, that’s what she needed. Unfortunately that wasn’t going to happen. She’d done her best and the month was almost gone. Issy exhaled in a slow breath. It was time to focus on tomorrow’s tournament and playing well in front of the selectors.

“You can’t have sex,” Adam snapped. “Everyone knows you can’t do the wild thing the night before a match.”

Tyler spluttered.

“I don’t subscribe to that theory,” Issy said airily. “Does anyone want to go out for dinner or should we order in pizza?”

“There’s a pizza place just down the road. I saw it when we drove in,” Adam said, evidently accepting the status quo.

“Suits me,” Tyler said. “I’ll meet you there. I want to see if all the girls have arrived. Half an hour okay?”

“That’s fine.” Issy waited until Tyler left before turning her wrath on her brother. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m an adult. I don’t need you to vet my love life.”

Adam’s eyes narrowed. “He’ll hurt you. I know what men are like.”

“I’ll have sex with whomever I want. Male or female,” she added with a trace of defiance.

Adam’s face paled. “Are you—?”

“No, I’m not, but it wouldn’t matter if I were. That’s my point. It’s none of your damn business.”

“Mum and Dad should have paddled your backside more when you were little.”

“Oh yeah? Like they did with you? Let’s go. I want to have an early night.”

Adam growled. “Issy, that is not a good visual for me.”