Seduced by the Game (24 page)

Over his shoulder, the
shocked, open-mouthed faces of his teammates swam in her vision. Then they
broke ranks and flooded the floor, dancing all around them with any available
woman they could find. The party had gone from bust to blast in ten seconds.

And Cooper had led the
charge. She was proud of him, as if she had a right to be.

The now crowded dance
floor with its pulsating lights and club atmosphere afforded a bit of anonymity
to the dancers in the crowd. It was hard to tell where one body started and
another ended in the mass of wriggling, gyrating hips, waving arms, and flashes
of leg. 

She glanced over at
Bethany dirty dancing with the gorgeous Swede, Cedric. Bethany had always been
as daring as her red hair, the wild child of the family, though the twins were
a close second. Her sister threaded her fingers through Cedric’s hair and
kissed the hell out of his mouth, while her hands roamed up and down his back.

Cooper tugged on her hair
bringing her attention back to him and his large muscular body pressing against
hers. She could feel his erection against her stomach.

“So how the hell did we
meet?”

Izzy blinked several
times. “Meet?” She tried to switch gears from his dick to his question. It took
her a few seconds. In fact, so long he clarified the question.

“Yeah, we’ve been together
for what? A month or so. How’d we meet?” He grinned down at her and his blue
eyes sparkled.

Izzy laughed. He might be
an ass at times, but he could be a charmer, too. “I swept you off your feet
when you came into my coffee shop.”

“You own a coffee shop?”

“No, I’m a barista. You
ordered a double-caramel macchiato.”

“That’s sounds like a
girlie drink.” He made a face, and she had to laugh.

“Oh, honey, that’s what I
liked most about you. You weren’t afraid to show your feminine side.”

Both brows disappeared
under his shaggy mop of luxurious dark hair. “Trust me, I don’t have a feminine
side. I’m all male.”

“Prove it.” A dumb
challenge, but hey, she was all-in, regardless of the consequences.

A smile tugged on the
corner of his so-kissable mouth. He dipped his head and claimed her lips and
took a slow, sensuous stroll from one corner of her mouth to the other. She
threaded her fingers in his hair. His lips pressed hers, demanding yet oddly
gentle. She opened to him, closing her eyes and savoring the sensations of his
tongue tangling with her tongue in a dance as powerful as the one their bodies
were engaged in.

She inhaled the pure male
scent of him mingled with a trace of aftershave, a heady combination of
civilized and uncivilized man. Opening her eyes, she found him watching her
with interest, those blue eyes shining with desire. He broke the kiss to nibble
on her neck. She sighed a sigh of raw pleasure. His lips rained feather-light
kisses on her neck, around the shell of her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you
before the night’s over.” His steady gaze drove home the promise.

She nodded, unable to
speak or even comment.

“I’d like to take you up
against that wall over there while everyone watches.” The intensity in his eyes
said he wasn’t kidding, and right now she’d probably go along with anything he
wanted.

Anything. Including
fucking her brains out in a crowded ballroom up against the wall. Waltzing her
into a dark corner away from most of the dancers, he slid his big hands under
her skirt and gripped her ass, grinding her against him. She was ready, her
common sense replaced by blind lust. Izzy wrapped a long leg around his thigh
and wedged her hand between their bodies, rubbing his erection. He groaned and
his eyes rolled back in his head.

“It’s your turn next,
handsome.”

“I’m counting on it,” he
rasped as she continued to stroke his erection. “Oh, fuck, you are so hot.”

“So are you.” Izzy nipped
his earlobe, and he groaned, sounding like an animal in pain.

“Let’s get to fuck out of
here.”

“We’re on a boat.”

“We’ll swim to shore if we
have to.” Grabbing her hand, he pulled her along with him.

She couldn’t do this.
Shouldn’t do this. Well, crap, she was going to do this.

“I thought we were going
to do it in the ballroom?” she teased breathlessly as he stopped at the dessert
table.

His heavy-lidded eyes
regarded her. “Ever done it in public?”

Izzy shook her head.

“I figured as much.
Probably be better if the first time was private.”

“We’re on a boat with a
couple hundred other people.”

“We’ll find a place.” He
loaded up a plate with delectable desserts.

“Are you hungry?”

“I will be after I’m done
with you. Screwing a beautiful woman’s brains out makes me hungry.”

“You romantic devil. Talk
sexy some more to me.” She moved closer to him, drunk on his hard, muscled body
and hypnotic blue eyes. She’d lost her mind, her common sense, and every other
thing she’d held dear over the years. All Izzy wanted was him, and the
consequences be damned. She glanced over her shoulder, but none of her sisters
paid her any mind, busy as they were entertaining their own sexy hockey
players.

So much for their
moratorium on sleeping with the guests.

Balancing the plate on one
hand, Cooper led Izzy back toward the private dining areas and hoped like hell
no one was using them.

“So we’ve tried both
bathrooms. What do you suggest this time?”

“I think I know just the
place.”

A few minutes later, after
a few large bills were laid in a waiter’s palm, Cooper escorted her into a
private dining suite suitable for a small group of six to eight. On the upper
deck of the boat, the large windows afforded a great view of the city, not that
they’d be looking at the view.

Cooper placed the plate on
a spare serving cart and turned to her. “This could get messy.”

“I like messy,” she
countered. Oh, God, what was she doing? This was so unprofessional, so
incorrect, so bad of her.

“You’d better take that
expensive dress off.” He looked her up and down and licked his lips.

“Why don’t you take it off
for me?” she teased with a saucy smirk. He seemed to like that idea.

Cooper backed her against
the wall and lowered the straps on her dress, freeing her breasts. He dipped
his head for an encore performance and sucked on a nipple. She arched her back
and moaned while she unzipped his pants, slid her fingers along his flat belly,
and squeezed his cock. It was his turn to groan.

“Let’s get—”

Footsteps and voices came
closer and closer. They both froze, him with his lips on her nipple, her with
her fingers wrapped around his penis.

“Oh, crap, someone’s
coming. Did you lock the door?” Izzy asked.

“I thought you did.”

The doorknob turned, and
they dived behind the small bar in the corner of the room.

“Hey, in here. Nice and
private and no one’s in here.” Cedric’s voice.

“Perfect, big boy, now
let’s see if your stamina extends beyond the ice.” Bethany giggled.

“I assure you, it does.”
Cedric was breathing heavily, his voice muffled at times. Izzy didn’t want to
picture what might be muffling it, such as a part of her sister’s anatomy.

A zipper was unzipped. Clothing
rustled. Another zipper, more rustling, a hearty chuckle, followed by heavy
breathing. Talk about a mood killer. This
was
her sister about to have
sex with a virtual stranger and only a few feet away.

“They’re going to do it
right here,” Izzy whispered.

“Like we weren’t?” Leave
it to a man to point out the obvious.

“Yeah, but we were here
first.”

“They don’t know that.”

More groaning, laughter,
dirty sex talk. Izzy so did not want to hear this.

“I need to stop them.”

“Why?” He nuzzled her
neck, planting little kisses along her jaw.

“Listen to them.” She held
her hands up to her ears, but couldn’t block her imagination. She had to stop
them before they got naked.

So much for the Party
Crasher pact. How odd, it wasn’t like either of them had ever done anything
like this before. Chalk it up to hockey players with hot bodies and hotter
intentions.

* * * *

Cooper couldn’t believe
his bad luck, but as a closet optimist, he wasn’t giving up yet. He could take
her behind this bar while her sister and his buddy drowned out any noise Cooper
and Izzy might make. Izzy’s sister was pretty damn vocal.

Stupid, maybe. Desperate,
hell, yes. Hard as a rock, abso-fucking-lutely.

Cooper slid his hand under
the V of Izzy’s dress, cupping her breast. She stiffened and shoved his hand
away. “They’ll hear us,” she hissed.

“You’re ruining the mood,
honey.” He sucked on her earlobe.

“It’s already ruined. I
can’t hide here while they’re doing it a few feet away. She’s my sister.”

Well, hell.

Cooper’s brain worked
overtime in an attempt to salvage the evening. His dick throbbed, almost
painfully. God, he needed her. He couldn’t explain it, but she’d burrowed under
his skin, a place he hadn’t allowed a woman in a long time, and she’d done it
in a few short hours.

Besides he had an entire
tray of desserts he’d wanted to sample—on her body.

Oh, yeah, that’s it. Right
there.
Bethany let out a rebel yell to equal all rebel yells.

Izzy leapt to her feet
before Cooper could stop her. “That’s enough.”

Cooper sheepishly crawled
to his feet to survey the scene before him. If he hadn’t been so horny, the
twin deer-in-the-headlight expressions on Bethany’s and Cedric’s faces would’ve
doubled him over with laughter.

Bethany lay sprawled on
the table—the exact table he’d planned to use to take Izzy. Dammit. The straps
on Bethany’s dress were pulled down, her skirt was pushed up, and her thighs
were spread wide. Cedric lay across the top of her, one hand between her legs,
one on her breast.

Bethany screeched, an
ear-shattering screech, and twisted away from Cedric. The violence of the
motion sent her rolling to the floor and Cedric slamming to the floor on the
opposite side of the table.

Izzy ran to her sister’s
side, while Cooper walked more leisurely to Cedric’s side and glared down at
him.

Cedric sat up and rubbed
his back. “Fuck, that hurt.”

Cooper gave him a
not-so-gentle nudge in the ass with his foot. “What the fuck are you doing in
here?”

Cedric pushed himself to
his feet, still rubbing his back. “I could ask the same of you.” He stared
pointedly at Cooper’s crotch, calling attention to Cooper’s unzipped fly.
Cooper quickly zipped it up.

Together, they glanced at
the women. Bethany was on her feet, smoothing out her dress, pulling up straps,
pulling down her skirt. Both women looked as if they’d been out for a stroll in
gale force winds.

Hands on her hips, Izzy
turned to her sister. “You know we have a pact.”

“And so do you.” Bethany
braced her hands on her hips too, making them look like a pair of sexy
bookends.

“This—this—Swedish oaf had
his hand between your legs, and you were screaming for more.” Izzy pointed
accusingly at Cedric.

“Hey, now, I’m not an
oaf—”

Izzy and Bethany both shot
Cedric a murderous look. The huge man, who’d faced down the toughest men in the
league, backed up several steps, obviously not wanting any part of a possible
bloody catfight, as he inched toward the door. Cooper was no fool; he skirted
the two women himself, several feet from safety and freedom.

“What were you doing in
here with that toothless Neanderthal?” Bethany shouted.

Cooper ran his tongue over
his mouth. All his teeth were still there. “I’m not—”

Both women turned on him
and Cooper froze. He tried a tentative smile and received two kiss-ass scowls
in return. Cedric reached the door and bolted through it. In three long
strides, Cooper followed.

Both men stood in the
hallway staring at the closed door. Angry, muffled words echoed from the other
side.

Cooper ran a hand through
his unruly hair and smoothed it back. “Damn.”

Cedric blew out a relieved
breath. “That was close. I thought we might end up castrated.”

“No shit.”

“I haven’t seen you so
tied up over a woman in a long time.”

“I’d like her to tie me
up, or even better, I’d like to tie her up.” Cooper grinned. Cedric didn’t.

“Are you walking away or
are you going for it?”

“I don’t know.” He really
didn’t know. She did stuff to him, not just physically, but emotionally,
getting more than his dick involved in this insane attraction to a woman he
barely knew. That made him vulnerable, and he avoided vulnerable more than he
avoided sushi.