48. Cody
Cody
“ I s this the hotel your family owns?” Tee whispers as we sidle out of the parking lot elevator and walk over to the reception.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t know.”
“This place is in the portfolio, sure.”
“Is it where Zee stayed after she got married?”
I stare at her. “You expect me to know the answer to that?”
“How many other hotels do you own?”
“God if I know,” I mutter.
The receptionist smiles in greeting and hands me a key card.
“That’s so fucking cool.” She’s back to whispering. “You didn’t have to tell her your name.”
“I warned them I was coming. Amazing how emails work,” I tease.
Her nose wrinkles. “Don’t spoil the magic.”
“I’m not Gandalf.”
“No offense to Ian McKellan, but thank God for that,” she says wryly.
“White beards aren’t your thing?”
“Maybe when you’re eighty, I’ll deal with it, but now? I prefer this look.”
Her admission comes with both of us blinking at one another.
“When I’m eighty, huh?”
She clears her throat. “You know what I mean.”
“Oh, I do,” I rumble as we enter the elevator that’s reserved for the family’s use.
Cheeks red hot, she stares around the small carriage. “You guys are crazy rich.”
“We are. It’s unethical, but I know Colt goes out of his way to handle charitable donations.” I study her reflection. “Money’s a headache.”
“Only because you have too much of it.”
“No, because Zee has to hold interviews with architectural magazines to woo the nation when before she was a Korhonen, she didn’t give a damn. That is why it’s a headache.”
“To be fair, the only magazine who’d have wanted to see our old apartment is Dumps .”
“I’m sure you made it nice,” I joke.
“As nice as we could around the black mold in the bathroom and the broken vent in the kitchen,” she mocks. “But I get what you mean.”
“You wouldn’t need to worry as much as she does.”
Her brow arches. “Huh?”
“As my girlfriend and... you know. I’m not as interesting as Colton.”
“Oh, babe, it’s sweet that you think that. Now that they’ve seen Colton and know he’s off the list, Cole too, especially once he marries, all eyes will be on you and Callan.”
I snag a hold of her hand. “Then it’s a good thing you’ve staked a claim, isn’t it?”
She looks up at me, all big eyes and parted lips I need to devour. “I-I have?”
“Sure. Or maybe I staked the claim for you.”
“Where did the claim land?” Her feet turn toward me, narrowing the space between us by a foot.
Eyes locked on hers, I tap over my heart.
“E-Even though we’re keeping things on the down-low?”
“I’m still working my way back into your good graces.”
“Don’t do things like today, then.” She pats my chest. “It might have been sexy as fuck, but you definitely knocked five years off my life.”
I tsk. “More debts accrued. I want those five years back.”
She swallows. Hard. “We shouldn’t talk about this stuff.”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
Her words wane and I want to curse because the elevator doors open, triggering a natural segue in our conversation. She twists around to stare at the apartment ahead, her cheeks pale now but her eyes glitter.
“Wow! Now I’m glad we didn’t have truck sex!”
Before she can get excited or overwhelmed or anything else, I scoop her into my arms. Her shriek cascades into giggles that have me grinning as I toss her over my shoulder, ass side up.
When my hand connects with that peachy tush of hers, she squeals. “Cody!”
“I warned you,” I tell her unrepentantly.
“It’ll hit better if you take off my skirt first.”
I pause on my way to the main bedroom. “You have the best fucking ideas, my clever girl.”
A shaky moan escapes her. “Feel free to use the Dirty Cody tone on me.”
“The Dirty what?” I query as I continue my stalking into the bedroom.
“Never mind!” She bucks, and it’s a testament to the difference in our heights that she manages to nip my ass.
Not that it stings through the jeans I’m wearing, but I have to slap her butt again for the audacity.
Tee shrieks but chuckles as I twist her over once more and plop her onto the bed.
She lands with a couple bounces, her eyes gleaming with delight, no longer glittering with whatever she was feeling in the elevator. I loved seeing her all vulnerable and open to me, but I much prefer her when she’s mischievous.
That’s Tee—brain forever racing a mile a minute.
She scrabbles onto her knees and looks at me expectantly. “Where do you want me?”
“Over my knees,” I growl.
Delight sharpens, twists, and slides into eagerness, but she wouldn’t be Tee if she didn’t argue. “Is this really fair? I had to defend your honor.”
“I had no honor to defend and I didn’t need you to get involved. If I was going to go easy on that sweet peach of yours, that decides it.” I sit on the edge of the mattress and spread my thighs. “Come on, lie over my lap.”
Scuttling over my legs, wriggling and wiggling as she settles into place, she moans. “This is so hot.”
For someone who’s had a lot of bad sex, she’s surprisingly innocent.
I contain a laugh and, instead, chide, “This is supposed to be a reminder not to put yourself in danger?—”
“Right. Dad ,” she mocks.
“This isn’t for fun!”
“Ha!”
I lift my hand and set it on a collision course with her still-covered ass.
She screeches then does some more fidgeting, and before I know it, she’s dragging up her skirt to reveal her butt cheeks.
I can’t hide my laughter anymore. “Tee!”
“I think this is called topping from the bottom,” she says breathlessly.
“Where the fuck are your panties?”
“My laundry hamper.”
“Ah, god,” I groan as I grab one of her butt cheeks, pinch it, then slap it to watch it jiggle. “Your ass is juicy as hell. I’m going to stuff it full with one of those crystal dildos you want to buy and fuck you with it until you’re sobbing my name.”
She moans as I tug on her cheeks to find her slit’s already gleaming.
This woman was put on Earth to drive me mad, I swear.
“Maybe I won’t even use lube. Just your pussy juices. Or spit. You’re good with spit, aren’t you, baby? I’ll make you deepthroat that crystal cock until it’s drenched then stick it in your ass until you’re nice and stretched for me.”
We both hiss out a curse as I swipe my thumb through her wetness. Enjoying her whimper, I slap the same cheek and then trail my fingers down the back of her thigh until I reach the inside of her knee.
Writing my name there with my slick thumb, I feel her wiggling kickstart again and smirk when she rolls and bucks on my knee.
“No tickling,” she pleads.
Leaning down, I lave a circle on her butt cheek then I blow on it. Watching the small hairs there ping to alert in response to the different stimuli.
She grunts when I give her two spanks in quick succession.
“What are the rules?” I demand.
“Ummmm, don’t talk to Canadian MC bikers?”
“No, that wasn’t—” I sigh. “I don’t want you to talk to them anyway, but that wasn’t the rule.”
“As hot as this is… you’re not the boss of me.” She follows that with a glance over her shoulder.
Mischief stares back at me. Full force.
God, she’s such an imp.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” I rumble, and though her eyelids flutter to half mast, she graces me with the most gorgeous smile that settles straight in my heart.
“Was it ‘don’t be beautiful in front of an MC’?”
“No. It was more like keep your mouth shut in dangerous situations.” I swat her butt again. “Though, I should be grateful you didn’t jump out, Scrappy Doo.”
She gasps. “My heart is sincerely offended by the comparison.”
“Your Napoleon complex is rearing its ugly head.”
“First, I’m fucking beautiful, and now I’m a notoriously short-assed dictator?” She huffs. “Thanks!”
I give her another spank for good measure that sets off a jiggle worthy of a picture.
Because I’m no fool, I dig into my pocket and retract my cell.
Taking a few snaps with the preset filter I fiddled around with the other day, I answer, “You’re welcome.” Then I shove the screen in front of her.
Her bottom lip gets sucked between her teeth. “I don’t look like that.”
That earns her another tap.
One-handed, I grab her ass cheek, tug it away from the other, and bare her slit to the room. Angling my phone down, I study the image and hitch the leg farthest from me up.
With all that juiciness on display and my cock more rock hard than ever, I take a picture.
“L-Let me see?” This time when I show it to her, she whispers, “You did that.”
I slide my finger over her gate, and as I circle it, the tip growing slick with her arousal, I get back to taking pictures.
Each time I photograph her, I show her the result.
By the end of it, she’s wetter than when I went down on her.
Should have figured she’d have an exhibitionist streak.
“So?” I need to return this train to the rails so I can shove my dick in her ASAP.
Then, she makes that an imperative because she hums. “So?”
“So! You don’t put yourself in dangerous situations.”
“That’s not fair! I might not realize I was in danger! And how am I supposed to know I’m in a dangerous situation unless I’m in a dangerous situation?”
Fuck. My. Life.
“We can discuss it afterward,” I retort, spanking her butt harder than before so that it leaves a mark.
A mark I commemorate forever with another picture.
Abandoning my cell on the small of her back, I dart down to grace her to the same treatment she gave me—I bite her ass.
That also needs commemorating.
“Afterward...” she muses.
“Yes.”
“Why are we talking about this again?”
Recalling what she’d said about her nonna, I find it easier to be truthful: “Because you’re not allowed to die unless it’s a mutual decision.”
“I don’t intend on going anywhere for a long time, babe,” she whispers, twisting back so we’re looking at each other.
I dip my chin then grace her with another spank.
“You promise?”
“I-I do.”
The words have both of us growing still, then in a flurry of action, I snag her and turn her so that she’s sitting on my lap. I don’t stop until my hands are sliding around her throat to cup her head and hold it in place as I draw her mouth to mine.
With a whimper, she dives into the kiss wholeheartedly, and I feel that—the emotions, the love.
It’s different to our first kiss.
That was tentative and exploratory.
This is all in.
I sense the difference and I know that’s because I’m Butch. But I’m also Cody. And she wants both halves of me. Is in the process of forgiving me for the former’s actions while falling for the other.
As my tongue thrusts along hers, she whimpers and scrambles to straddle me.
When she rocks against me, her pussy rubbing my jeans-covered crotch, we both hiss.
Dick straining, I grab her ass cheeks and use them to guide her, urging her to grind into me.
She picks up the rhythm because she was born to ride me.
With her distracted, I tug at her shirt buttons and draw both halves apart.
Though we can buy new clothes, I’d prefer her not to have to leave the hotel looking like a quick lay.
She’s anything but.
I know full well what my father used this apartment for. Still, his sons might have a ton more class, but the staff have long memories.
When she’s ready to wear my ring, she will, and nobody will ever disrespect my wife.
Definitely not people on our payroll.
Tugging a breast over the cup of her bra, I curse as her nipple buds against my palm.
She mewls as I pinch it, then cease kissing her so I can taste it.
As I rake my teeth over the bud, her nails dig into my shoulders, grounding me in a way I didn’t expect.
My eyes were already closed, but I clench them shut as reality bites into me.
I wasn’t scared for her when I was dealing with the bikers, not really. I knew I had the situation under control, but she’s a liability and it could have tipped the balance out of our favor.
If anything had happened to her?—
Fuck.
I can’t lose anyone else.
I just can’t.
She doesn’t even know she got me through losing Ricky and Paulie. Who’d get me through losing HER? Mike? Jesus. I haven’t even fulfilled one of my appointments with him since Tee and I became a thing.
My hands cup her back, fingers spreading wide as I hold her to me, using the savoring of her nipple as an excuse to clamp her in situ . Because that isn’t close enough, I speed shit up—I need to be inside her. Stat.
Unfastening her bra has her shuddering and moaning, hips jerking from side to side, informing me that she’s as ready as I am to move things along.
But…
A single bite of her nipple has me derailing again when she releases a five-note hum.
Going with my instinct, I alternate between her nipples. The way she’s grinding into me, how wet she is...
I grace the bud in my mouth with another bite then retreat to blow air onto it, like I did her ass.
“That feels… You have to stop.” She groans, fingers shifting higher, scraping over my scalp as her movements turn edgy. Abrupt. “I need… God, I’m so empty.” She hisses when I flutter my tongue over the sensitive peak like I would her clit. “Cody, I-I think...”
My answer is a growl that triggers a vibration around her nipple. Sucking on it hard and fast, drawing on it as she continues to ride me, faster, faster, I?—
“No, I can’t. This. No. I-Isn’t... Wait. I… No. I mean—don’t stop. Please. I... Can you...? Cody!” Her words sputter to a halt and, finally, her spine grows taut as she arches back, my grip on her the only thing keeping her from toppling off my lap.
The ecstasy on her features is as etched in my mind as that smile of hers earlier.
Loving the jerky thrusts of her hips as she responds to the continued stimuli, I keep on nibbling the sensitive skin, but I’m unable to stop myself from reaching between us and lowering my zipper.
She groans with every nudge of my knuckles against her slit, and how fucking wet she is has me wrestling with my pants and freeing my cock. It brushes her wet heat. Skin on skin. At last.
When I find her gate, I notch the tip to it, watching as her wild eyes collide with mine and she lets loose a moan that’s also going into my scrapbook of Tee-shaped mementos.
Before I can say a word, she’s wiggling until that tight snatch of hers, pulsing and rippling in the aftermath of an orgasm, swallows the head of my cock, but it’s not enough.
“Oh, fuck, Christy. You feel so fucking good. And you’re taking me so well. Baby, I can feel you clinging to me. God, let me in, baby girl. Please? Please. Jesus,” I grind out. “I need inside you. Let me home, please?”
With a soft mewl, she relaxes and wriggles her hips some, sliding down as gravity works on both our behalves and lets me sink in three-quarters of the way.
Her brows lift as she fingers the base of my shaft. “How did I get all this inside me before?”
I bark out a laugh, unable to hold it back because laughter fits whenever she’s around. “Only you, Tee. Only you.”
Her nose wrinkles, but it’s replaced with the most glorious look of concentration that crosses her expression, and slowly, surely, but eventually, she accepts every inch of me.
The keening whine she releases is a perfect soundtrack to how impossibly good she feels.
Like heaven, like hell. Both cooling and calming and soothing and so fucking hot.
So painfully good.
The most perfect of contradictions.
Joining our mouths again, with my hands, I get to work.
One plucks at her incredibly sensitive nipples, and then the other shifts to her clit.
As I rub my thumb over the nub, she clenches around me, so tight that it’s a miracle I haven’t come already. But I can’t.
Her lifetime of average sex is a challenge I can’t ignore—I know she’s into grading my letters, and with sex, I refuse to give her anything less than an A-worthy experience.
With my focus split between her clit and the nipple I’m teasing with my teeth, her hiss keys me into how close she is until her hips buck back and forth, confirming it for me.
She rides me at her own pace, going as fast or as slow as she needs.
I can already feel her inexperience in this position, but she perseveres.
“My beautiful girl. That’s it,” I rasp. “Take what you need. Own your fucking pleasure.”
Whenever I open my eyes to study her expression, I can see she’s concentrating.
So I leave her be, letting her do what she has to while giving her the basis of an orgasm and focusing on not spilling my seed inside her.
All her letters, all the information she shared with me coalesces into a mass of wisdom that means I know what she likes best.
But the kissing and the nipple shit prove there’s still plenty to learn about her, and fuck if I’m not ready for a masterclass in this woman.
“Your pussy is divine,” I bite off. “I’m so close to coming. Every time you tighten around me, I’m seconds away from filling you with my cum.”
I punctuate the words with my thumb, speeding up as it flutters over her clit.
“Cody, I-I need?—”
“What do you need, baby? Anything. Everything. Tell me. I’ll make it happen.”
That triggers a shudder and she jerks to a halt, then rocks again, slower then faster, changing it up until I’m so close to busting my nut, I’m on the brink of begging her to stop tormenting me.
“You are so fucking evil.” I moan. “But in the best possible way.”
That’s when she releases a soft, “Oh!” And she sags over me. For a second, I have no idea what she’s doing as she turns to molten lava on my lap.
Her nails scrape down my shoulders before she sandwiches our chests together, trapping my hands between us.
She strains against me, faster, faster, my cock barely moving thanks to how deep I am inside her, until she finds another release.
I swallow her shriek but only because my tongue is halfway into her mouth. Otherwise, I’d want to hear her let go.
Fuck, there’s nothing hotter than watching this woman crumble.
And now that she’s exploded, I can find my own climax.
With her pussy performing the Macarena around my cock, stars explode behind my eyes, like the shit Cole talks about from his goddamn romance books.
I continue to fuck her with my tongue as she fucks me back, all while I cling to her and she clings to me, both of us struggling and straining and seeking and finding, always finding.
Even in my dazed state, I recognize a truth that’ll get me through the darkest of days—together, we’re never lost.