Page 9 of Interception

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.” I wrap one arm underneath her, around her waist, tilting her body to just the right angle to take all of me.

“Oh fuck! Yes, Coop! Oh God… harder.” She throws her hands up, gripping the headboard as she writhes beneath me, grinding her hips with every thrust of mine. My lips crash down on hers, our tongues setting the same punishing rhythm—thrusting, fucking, and desperate for more.

When I can’t hold back any longer, I chase my release, rearing up on my knees, watching as Zoey falls apart, her body so fucking beautiful.

“Come with me, baby. I want to hear you come again.” I grab her hips and thrust, angling myself just right so that she feels every stroke of my cock, hard and fast, pushing her over the edge. The moment her muscles tighten, I know she’s right there with me, and I take her harder and faster until I come with a fucking roar.

“Coop!” Our bodies are slick with sweat as we ride out the aftershocks together before collapsing in a heap of tangled limbs. Her breath is ragged, her breasts heaving with every labored rise and fall of her chest. I already want more of her. I slide my hand into her hair, pulling her lips to mine in a lazy, sensual kiss, taking the time to explore her.

“Zoey…” I realize I don’t know her last name. Maybe I should’ve asked her that before fucking her senseless.

“Call me, Zee. And don’t talk. You’ll ruin it.” I’m not sure what to do as she slinks out of bed and reaches for her clothes. When she can’t locate anything more than her Hello Kitty panties in the dark, she grabs my shirt and pulls it on. Fuck me! She makes that shirt look better than it ever has on me.

My phone starts blowing up, giving me something to focus on other than dragging her back into my bed, which is what I really want to do right now.

“What the fuck?”

Chapter Three

Zee

What was I thinking? If there was one guy not to have a one-night stand with, it’s this one. Faith is going to kill me when she finds out. I’ve just made her complicated relationship with Hunter even more so. I’m stuck here with Faith until she’s ready to go home, and worse, this is Coop’s house. Do I just go sleep in the guest room as if nothing happened?

I don’t usually sweat the goodbye after a quick fuck, although there was nothing quick about what just happened. He’s got skill. I mean his mouth is just—I could ride his face for days. I lost count of how many orgasms I just had, each one more delicious than the last. Every muscle in my body is going to hurt tomorrow.

Where the hell are my clothes? I definitely had them when I came in here. After shrugging on my panties, I just grab his discarded shirt and slip it on. Coop’s phone keeps pinging, followed by a thunderous, ‘what the fuck’ from him.

“Everything okay? Girlfriend blowing up your phone?” I need to stop talking. Idiot.

“Your best friend just grabbed the headlines of literally every gossip column on the internet.”

“What? She’s upstairs with Hunter.”

“No, she’s not.” He holds his phone out to me, letting me see a picture of Faith in a car with Hunter. “Apparently, she’s driving my car around town, and well, you can read the rest.” He drops his head back on the bed, the sheets slipping just low enough to show his mouthwatering happy trail. God, he’s hot. I could jump him again right now, but I won’t. I try to focus on the breaking news blast.

“Holy shit.” I drop the phone on the bed and run out the door. I need to get my phone and call Faith. How the fuck does she manage to get herself into these kinds of situations?

I almost take a nosedive up the stairs I’m moving so fast. When I find my phone, I call her, but it just rings out. I try texting, but I don’t get a reply. I seriously don’t understand how she manages to cause mayhem wherever she goes. Making my way back to the living room, I suppose I just need to wait for her to come back.

Coop emerges from his room, looking as freshly fucked as I feel. His hair has that sex-mussed yet styled-to-perfection look about it, and I just want to grab it. I can still smell his cologne on my skin and feel the chafe of his stubble on my thighs. In nothing but a pair of low-slung sweats, he’s impossibly handsome.

“Your friend is a one-woman wrecking ball. This could end Hunter’s Hall of Fame nomination. Do you have any idea how much interference I’ll need to run on this? And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. He doesn’t have a manager right now.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your friend. What about mine? She just announced that she dropped her V-Card with him. Do you have any idea how pissed her family is going to be?”

“She should’ve thought of that before shouting it from the rooftops.”

I barrel over to where he stands and poke him in the chest. “Say another word about her, and I’ll kick you in the nuts.”

“I doubt that. You seemed rather partial to them twenty minutes ago.” He’s infuriating as fuck, and I hate that he’s not wrong.

“Shut up. Why couldn’t your friend just keep his dipstick to himself?”

“She was all over him like a rash. He’s been trying to hold her off since the day they met. A guy only has so much willpower. You ever think maybe she should’ve just taken him at his word and left him alone?”

“Right, because guys are known for walking away from a willing pussy.”

“Is this about them, or are you just pissed that you jumped into bed with me?” I’m about to slap him in the face when he grasps my hand.

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