Chapter 67 Adela #2
"Are you going to stop sleeping around?" I bite down just enough to make him groan. "That's the only reason I'm kissing you right now."
He flips me over in one smooth motion, pinning me underneath him, his body pressing me into the mattress.
"I think you're kissing me because you're loving this," he says, his voice low and smug.
I cover his mouth with my hand and lean up to his ear.
"If you don't stop sleeping around," I whisper, "I will cut you off."
He licks my palm.
I remove my hand immediately, and he grins down at me like he just won something.
"You're not getting rid of me that easily, you know." He kisses my neck, his mouth hot against my pulse point. “I already said I would stop, and I mean what I said, so you don’t have to worry about it, okay? But fuck, baby. You’re driving me wild.”
"Do you think I'm a saint?" I breathe, holding onto him. "That I could do no wrong? I thought you wouldn't agree to any of this."
He nods, his hand sliding between my thighs, his fingers pressing against my clit with perfect pressure.
I moan, arching into him.
"What am I going to do with you?" he whispers, watching my face as his fingers move in slow circles. His eyes gleam. "Oh, I know.” He shouts, “Beck, get over here."
I watch as Beckett carefully walks over, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
"Cody, what are you doing?" I ask when Cody sits up and steps off the bed.
"Going to watch how bad you can be." He flicks his head at Beck. "Go on."
Beckett removes his shirt, and my heart starts to race.
"Turn around for him," Cody commands.
I listen, rolling onto my stomach, then pushing up onto my hands and knees.
When I turn around, Theo is sitting in the chair in the corner again, watching with that same dark intensity I felt earlier.
Cody walks around the bed and grabs my face, tilting my chin up. He starts kissing me — deep, possessive kisses that make my head spin.
I feel Beckett's hands on my hips, then sliding up to cup my ass. His touch is different from Cody's — gentler, more reverent.
"Are you okay with this, Adela?" Beckett's voice is quiet.
"You're going to fuck her, and I'm going to watch," Cody says against my lips, and I realize that I’m. not the only naughty on here. He’s getting off on this, so I kiss him again. "Go on."
"Adela?" Beckett asks again, ignoring Cody.
I nod, feeling heat flood through me. "Yes. Fuck me."
Cody kisses me again, nipping my lip just hard enough to make me gasp.
I feel Beckett position himself behind me, feel the head of him pressing against my entrance.
Then he pushes inside.
I moan into Cody's mouth, and Cody grabs my neck as Beckett fills me completely.
"You are bad," Cody says, smiling against my lips. "Very bad."
He kisses me again as Beckett starts to move.
"Fuck, you love this, don't you?"
I moan louder as Beckett picks up the pace, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back to meet each thrust.
"Eyes on me," Cody says.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I reach for him, my hand finding the hardness straining against his boxers. I pull them down and take him in my mouth.
"Fuck," Cody breathes, his hand threading through my hair. "Good girl. Such a good, bad girl. My girl."
The contradiction makes me moan around him, and I feel Beckett's rhythm falter behind me.
"That's it," Cody murmurs, his voice thick. "Take it. Take all of it. You love my dick in your mouth while he’s fucking you, baby?"
I feel myself building again — impossibly, after already coming with Theo — but the sensation of Beckett inside me and Cody in my mouth and the knowledge that Theo is watching from across the room is overwhelming.
Beckett's fingers find my clit, and I cry out.
"Don't stop," Cody says, guiding my head. "I want to keep fucking your mouth while he fucks your pussy. Fuuuuuck, baby. I didn’t know you had this in you. Look at you, baby. You’re like a fucking dream."
I don’t stop. I keep working him with my tongue while Beckett drives into me harder, faster, his breathing ragged.
"Adela," Beckett groans, and I feel him tense, feel him getting close.
"Come for him," Cody says, his eyes dark. "Let him feel it."
Beckett's fingers press harder against my clit, and I shatter, my body clenching around him as the orgasm crashes through me.
Beckett follows immediately, his grip on my hips bruising as he buries himself deep and lets go.
When he pulls out, I'm still shaking.
Cody pulls me up, guiding me off him gently, and then he's pushing me back onto the bed, positioning himself between my thighs.
"My turn," he says.
He enters me slowly — so slowly it borders on torture. His eyes never leave mine.
"I love you," he whispers, and the words hit differently than they ever have before. Not possessive. Not claiming. Just honest.
"Cody," I breathe.
He starts to move, his rhythm deep and steady, building something different than what Beckett built. Something more intimate.
"I wish I'd known," he murmurs against my neck. "How bad you could be. Fuck, how are you so perfect for me."
His hand slides between us, finding my clit again, and I gasp.
"That’s it, baby.” He thrusts harder, leaning down.
His eyes never leave mine as he whispers, “It’ll always just be me and you in the end.
I came out of that coma because I heard you fucking crying for me, babe.
Now I’m here, and fuck, babe.” He presses my clit harder.
“Come with me," he says. "I want to feel it. "
He moves faster, his fingers working in tandem with his thrusts, and I feel myself climbing again—impossibly high, impossibly fast.
"Cody, I'm—"
"Me too, baby," he breathes. "Me too."
We come together, his name on my lips and mine on his, our bodies locked together as the pleasure crashes over us both. He kisses me, and I don’t let go. I’ve never felt more connected to him than I do now.
After, he collapses beside me, pulling me against his chest, his breathing ragged.
I lie there between all three of them — Theo in the chair, Beckett at the foot of the bed, Cody holding me — and I feel it settle over me like a blanket.
This is real.
All of it.
And I'm not trapped.
I'm exactly where I chose to be.
"How," I ask in a quiet whisper after some time has passed. I rake my fingers across his chest.
“What?” he asks with his mouth against my hair.
"How are you not trying to kill them?" I ask.
"After everything they did to you. The rink.
The coma. Me. All of it." I look at him.
"You don't forgive things, Cody. You don't let things go.
That's not who you are. I know you. So how are you in this lake house with both of them like none of it happened. "
He's quiet for a moment as he looks at the ceiling.
"The night you got hurt," he says.
I wait.
"We didn't say anything to each other that night," he says.
"Not at the road. Not at the hospital. We just—" He exhales.
"We sat in that waiting room for six hours.
We didn't say a word and somewhere in those six hours the thing I'd been carrying — the revenge, the anger, all of it — it just." He looks at me. "It didn't matter anymore."
"Just like that?" I ask, confused.
"Not just like that," he says. "After you went into surgery, Theo followed me outside.
I was ready — I was ready to finish everything right there in a hospital parking lot, six months of rage, I had all of it ready.
" He looks at my eyes. "He didn't say anything for a long time.
We just stood there. And then he said: she could have died tonight because of us.
Not because of Nessa. Because of us. Everything we did, everything we set in motion.
" He pauses. "And then he walked back inside. "
I sit with that.
Cody grins. "No, not exactly." He looks down at my lips.
"I threw the first punch. I'm not going to pretend we hugged it out in a parking lot.
It was bad, and I wanted them dead. Beckett too.
" Something moves across his face. "But I didn’t kill him or put him in a coma. When I was satisfied enough, we were both still standing and you were still in surgery.” He exhales and holds my gaze.
"You're the reason I haven't burned everything down.
You're the reason I'm lying in this lake house instead of—" He stops. "You've always been the reason."
I look at his face and put my hand on his chest. Over his heart. I feel it beating fast.
"You're going to have to keep earning it," I say. He just listens to me. I add, "More than them."
His eyes drop to my lips again.
I wet them and then I say, "I'm most angry at you."
"I know."
His hand comes up and covers mine.
"I will," he says. "For you, I will. I love you."
I look at him, realizing how much I love him too.
Then I kiss him.
His arms come around me.
Carefully.
“I can’t believe you transferred for me. Do you like UW?”
“It’s been rough,” I admit.
He kisses me. “I’ll make sure to change that, okay?”
I nod. “Okay.”