CODY: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 2)

by Jessie Cooke

  “He’s not even here, he’s…Oh, fuck! You set that up, didn’t you?”

  “I just want a few minutes to talk to you, alone. Just talk, Macy. Don’t you owe me that much?”

  “I owe you? What is it I owe you for, Cody? I didn’t get you locked up. If I remember right, I begged you not to go after those guys.”

  “You threatened me. You said if I went after them and if I got locked up, you’d never speak to me again. I have to give you credit, you stuck to your guns on that one. You didn’t care if I rotted. But then again, you were busy out here, getting on with your life.”

  “What was I supposed to do, Cody? I was sixteen years old. What was I supposed to do? You were sentenced to fifteen years. That was nearly as long as we’d both been alive. I should have waited for you until I was thirty-one years old, hoping you might still want me when you got out?”

  “No, Macy, I didn’t expect you to wait. But, I sure as hell didn’t expect to find out you’ve been out here fucking my best friend.”

  “Jimmy was there for me when you got locked up. I needed someone. I was devastated and he was there.”

  “Great guy. There to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and use them to get into your pants.”

  “Fuck you, Cody! You don’t know anything about what it was like.”

  “I’m sorry, Macy. Here I was living the good life and you were left out here all free and shit.”

  “I didn’t kill someone!” Cody grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. It was impulsive, out of anger, and as soon as he saw the look of fear in her eyes, he regretted it. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him. He’d never hurt her. But he wanted her to listen to him. He wanted her to understand that she was meant to be with him, not Jimmy. “Let go of me!”

  Cody released her arms and put his hands up, but he didn’t step back. They were still so close that he could smell her perfume and feel the heat of her breath. He wanted to kiss her and he wondered if that was weird. Did other people stop in the middle of a fight and just decide they wanted to make out? “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “You didn’t scare me. I’m not afraid of you.” Her voice was shaking. She looked and sounded scared, but maybe she was just angry. Either way, Cody was already feeling remorse.

  “Good, because I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I’m sorry, Macy, really. I didn’t want to scare you or piss you off or make a scene. I just wanted…I wanted to…”

  “What, Cody? What did you want?” She folded her arms and her bottom lip was protruding, and Cody’s tunnel vision zoomed in on that lip. He had to taste it. He thought he could remember exactly what she tasted like, but he had to be sure. He pushed her back into the wall, gently this time, and towered over her. When she looked up into his eyes he thought he saw something more than fear. He imagined that he saw the same kind of desire he knew was in his own eyes. “Cody…” She whispered his name and it vibrated through him. “What are you doing?”

  “I want to kiss you, Macy. Tell me you don’t want that too and I walk out of here and leave you alone, for good.”

  “Cody…”

  “Tell me, Macy. Tell me you don’t think about me. Tell me you don’t remember how good it was.”

  “We were kids. We didn’t know what we were doing.”

  “Tell me, Macy. Tell me you don’t want to kiss me.” She didn’t tell him. Instead she brought her arms up and put them around his neck and locked her lips into his. Fireworks exploded in his head and chest as he pulled her up into him. Every day for the past eight years he’d imagined this moment, and it was better than any fantasy he’d ever had. She tasted just as sweet as he remembered her. Her lips were as soft as little silk pillows. He slipped his tongue in between them and when his tongue collided with hers it was the most incredible feeling he’d ever experienced in his life, and he never wanted it to end. He could feel himself getting aroused and he could feel her flexing her hips into him. She wanted him. Macy still wanted him. That was all he’d wanted for eight long years.

  “Cody,” she pulled back just enough to utter his name. He tried to cover her lips again so she couldn’t talk. He didn’t want to talk any more. He wanted her. He needed her. Her lips were still pressed into his as she said, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  “Don’t talk, baby. Don’t think. Just let me touch you. Let me feel you. Let me kiss you. God, Macy, I’ve wanted you for so long. You feel so fucking good. Let me feel you. Let me make you feel good.”

  She whimpered and let his tongue find its way back into her mouth. His hands slid from her arms down to hold onto her waist, and as the kiss deepened he let them slide around and rest on that beautiful ass. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. She felt better than he remembered. She was filled out. She was a woman. She was the most desirable woman on earth as far as he was concerned. An almost primal urge had taken over his body, and his cock was rock hard and aching at that point. He broke their kiss and stepped back just enough to take hold of her shirt and pull it off over her head. She crossed her arms across her chest even as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “Let me see you, Macy. I remember how beautiful you are…let me see.” She let her arms drop slowly and the bra went with them. He watched her shudder as his eyes fell to her beautiful breasts. He leaned down and softly kissed first one hard nipple and then the other. She whimpered again. He loved that. He loved hearing the same desperation in her whines that he was feeling in his entire body. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, and then he stepped back and began to strip off his own clothes. She watched him, letting her eyes drink in the tattoos and taut muscles covering his chest and arms. Then tentatively, she put her hands on the waistband of her jeans and pushed them down. She stepped out of her boots and kicked everything to the side while she watched him. When he looked up and saw her standing there with nothing at all covering her beauty, he breathed out and an animalistic sound came out along with the breath. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

  She licked her lips and he watched her eyes fall to his throbbing, twitching cock. It had grown, along with the rest of him. He smiled at her and she surprised him by taking a step closer and dropping to her knees on the cold tile floor. She took his erection in her hand and let her tongue come out and flick along the head. “Oh God…Macy…” She began to run her hand up and down the shaft, and his head fell back and his knees felt weak. She bent her head down and opened her lips so that the tip of his cock could slide in between them. Then she began to suck, sucking him all the way in, until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Cody felt like there was a raging volcano inside of him, threatening to erupt and destroy everything in its path. She began to bob her head up and down, and each time she’d let his cock go in a little deeper and hold it in her warm, moist cavern a little longer. It took everything inside of him to maintain control. He had his hands in her long dark hair and it was balled up in his fists. He used his hold to guide her head up and down at the pace that he wanted…the pace that threatened to push him over the edge. He watched her as she sucked his cock and thought about all the times he’d lain awake in his cell at night, rubbing his cock with his eyes closed and thinking about this. He loved the way his cock felt in her mouth. She was the only person that had ever given him a blow job, but he couldn’t imagine that anyone could ever do it better.

  He didn’t want her to stop, but he had to remind himself that they were pressed for time and he had to be inside of her. He let go of her hair and took hold of her arms, tugging gently so she’d know what he wanted. She let his cock fall from her mouth. It glistened with her saliva and tingled from the memory of her tongue. She had to hold onto him for support as she got to her feet. Her hard nipples brushed against his hot skin as she stood up, causing both of them to moan.

  Once she was on her feet, he kissed her again, even harder that time. Then he spun her around so that he was holding her from behind and she was facing the wall. Macy wasn�
�t even pretending not to want it any longer. She moved forward and pressed her palms into the cold brick wall. Her ass was pointing at him and she had her back arched. She was ready.

  Cody lined his hips up with hers, took his hard, hot cock in his hand and rubbed the tip of it between her legs and against her sweet pussy. She was soaked already; he could feel it. He penetrated her slowly until she was full of his hard cock. He held it there for a few seconds, savoring it. He was inside of Macy at long last and he didn’t want it to be too quick. He started out slow, rocking his hips into hers, but quickly picked up his pace to the point of slamming them. Her face was pressed into the wall now and she grunted, moaned, or whimpered each time he pressed into her. Macy was the one that increased the pace even more. She breathed out his name and pressed back into him, matching his thrusts with her own. Suddenly he felt the muscles of her pussy tighten around his cock. It felt insanely good, and he let out a little cry at the same time she did. Then he felt the warm rush of her orgasm wash over his already hot cock. The smell of sex, the feel of her body, and the fact that anyone could knock on the door and Jimmy would be back any time all added up to an eruption that came somewhere from deep down inside his core. He gripped her tightly as his body tensed and his balls erupted and then he fell into her, momentarily crushing her into the wall behind them. When he pulled himself up off her and looked at her face, he was hoping to see a look of satisfaction, joy…maybe even love. What he got looked eerily like regret.

  7

  “What’s with the long, mopey face?” Cody hadn’t seen Dax come in. He was sitting in the shop, waiting for Tool to make some adjustments to the bike. It was running rough and Cody was afraid it had just sucked in too much dirt out there on the back forty. He’d been thinking about Macy. It was three days since their night in the bathroom at Spirits and he hadn’t seen her or heard a word from her since. Wondering what she was thinking, or feeling, was driving him crazy.

  “I was just thinking. I need to figure some things out.”

  Dax sat down on a stool next to the one Cody was sitting on. “What kind of things?”

  “I need to get a job, for one.”

  “Do you plan on going back to school?” Cody had gotten his high school diploma and AA degree while he was locked up, but he had no clue what to do with any of it.

  He shrugged now and said, “I don’t know. For what?”

  Dax chuckled. “I can’t tell you that, Cody. It’s your life. What do you want to do with it?”

  He looked over at his bike and then at Dax and smiled. “I want to ride.”

  Dax shook his head but he smiled too. “The boys and I are going on a ride this afternoon. We have some business on the outskirts of Boston. You want to go?”

  “Seriously? I mean…really?” He felt like a kid that had just been told he could go to Disneyland.

  “Yeah. You stay in the middle of the pack. If we get stopped, you stop. Don’t run. We’ll deal with the license thing if we have to, I don’t want to deal with you getting shot in the back today, got it?”

  “I got it. Thanks, Dax.”

  “We leave in an hour. Full gear. Meet in front of the clubhouse.”

  “I’ll be there.” Cody couldn’t stop smiling. When Dax left, Tool looked up and grinned.

  “Maybe you’re right and he is getting soft, letting a rookie like you ride.” Cody chuckled.

  “Today I could care less, soft or hard…I’m riding with the big boys!”

  Tool had the bike ready in time for Cody to drive over to the clubhouse to meet the others. When he got there, Dax, Handsome, Nolan, and Pablo were saddled up and ready to go. “What’s this? You didn’t say this was a kindergarten run, boss.” Pablo laughed at his own joke. Cody flipped him off and the others laughed. Cody was about to ask Dax where they were going when the sound of another bike approaching made him wait. He looked up and watched as the bike got closer. He knew as soon as it was in sight who was driving it. The long arms and legs gave it away before he saw Jimmy’s face. He glanced at Dax, who was watching him with an expressionless face, and suddenly he wondered if this was some kind of test. If it was, he was sure he would pass…he knew now that Macy wanted him. It was only a matter of time before she was his and Jimmy was the one Dax had to warn about keeping his temper in check. Macy was just Jimmy’s girlfriend, not his old lady, and in their world, that meant she was still free to choose.

  As Jimmy rolled up, he killed the engine. Some of the guys gave him a hard time about being late. Cody didn’t say a word, but when Jimmy happened to glance in his direction, he smiled. Jimmy gave him a slightly confused look, glanced in Dax’s direction, and then shot Cody a slightly nervous look and a smile that looked forced. Cody was sure at that point that Macy hadn’t told him about them at the bar. He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, but he was still sure it would happen…sooner, rather than later.

  Cody turned his attention back to Dax. He’d been around the club his entire life until he was incarcerated. He knew that the president and his entire executive board didn’t just go on a ride for fun. There was something up, and he could feel the thrill of both curiosity and excitement pressing him forward. He slipped on his skullcap and helmet and said a little prayer to the man, the one he wasn’t sure was upstairs or not, that he wouldn’t make a complete fool of himself and dump the bike…especially with Jimmy watching his every move.

  Dax made sure everyone was ready, and he and Handsome had a quiet side conversation before they all fired up their bikes. Cody loved the way his engine purred and he was also proud of the new black leather saddlebags that Tool had put on the bike just before Cody left. His bike looked as good as, if not better than, those of most of the guys he was about to ride with.

  Dax led them along the long dirt road toward the main highway and out of the gates of the ranch. As soon as they hit the highway Cody moved into the center of the pack like Dax had told him to. Jimmy was in the back, where he belonged, as far as Cody was concerned. They rode along the highway for a while and Cody had to force himself not to ride along grinning like an idiot. He loved the sense of freedom that being on the bike gave him as well as the sense of camaraderie being with Dax and the others added to it.

  They drove for almost two miles up into the foothills, where the trees were thick and green and the air smelled like springtime. Cody’s butt and legs were already beginning to hurt and he knew that he’d be sore for a few days from the long ride, but he was still smiling inside when they turned off the main road and in the next two miles or so made their way up to what looked like an old, abandoned warehouse. His curiosity was piqued even more when he saw the other bikes parked alongside of it. A few of them had a symbol on the side of them that looked like the Celtic cross tattoo he had on his wrist. He didn’t recognize it, but it was obvious they were meeting with another club.

  Dax killed his engine first and the others followed suit. Cody waited to be told what to do, and he got even more curious and even a little nervous when no one spoke and nobody got off their bikes. Several minutes passed without a word before the door to the warehouse was pulled open and a man in his mid-forties, wearing a leather vest and a skullcap with the Irish flag on it walked outside. The man was short, but built like a tank, with a neck that was as thick as most people’s thighs, and arms that looked like they could crush a small car between them. He had a long, white handlebar mustache and he was wearing a dark pair of sunglasses. Dax pushed his own glasses up on his head as the man approached, and as he got closer Cody could see that the patch on the man’s vest said, “Irish Mayhem.” The chapter was “Alderson;” Cody wasn’t sure, but thought it was in West Virginia. Dax stepped off his bike, but everyone else remained on theirs. The short, stocky man flipped up his sunglasses and when he got close enough, smiled and held his hand out to Dax. He and Dax shook hands and then hugged it out. The Irish Mayhem guy said something to Dax that Cody didn’t hear and Dax laughed. Then he turned and signaled to Handsome and Hawk, w
ho got off their bikes. The rest of them stayed put as Dax and Hawk followed the Irish man inside. Handsome stood outside the door and the two sergeants at arms, Pablo and Nolan, had their bikes parked on either side of the door, facing it. Cody was sure that was strategy. Something was definitely going down.

  Cody hadn’t even realized that Jimmy had stopped his bike right behind his until he heard the sound of his “ex”-friend’s voice. “Keller’s old bike?”

  Cody turned and looked at him, suspiciously. Was he just trying to make conversation? “Yeah. Mine now.”

  Jimmy nodded. “It looks good.”

  “Yeah, it does.”

  “And you kept it up. Nice.” Jimmy smiled. Cody wasn’t sure if he was making fun of him, or genuinely proud. He let it go and gave him a simple:

  “Thanks.” Another awkward silence fell between them and Cody turned his head back toward the warehouse. He thought about how sad it was that things had come to this. He always thought that Jimmy would be the one person there for him forever…besides Keller. They had been friends since before Cody was old enough to remember. Both boys had grown up with a parent in the club, sort of. Cody’s dad, the piece of shit that he was, rode with Doc and then Dax before he went missing. Jimmy never knew who his father was, but his mother was the old lady of one of the sergeants of arms during Doc’s reign. He was murdered about ten years earlier during the bloody war between the Skulls and the Sinners. A lot of men were, which was a big reason why Cody had a hard time figuring out how Dax seemed to not only have forgiven Hawk, but taken him on as one of his confidantes. Jimmy’s mother kind of lost her mind after that and she made her way through the club, one man after the other, developing a reputation almost as bad as the one that Macy’s mother had. When Jimmy was fifteen she ran off with a guy in one of the clubs the Skulls were dealing arms with. She didn’t even offer to take him with her. The club didn’t bat an eye at keeping Jimmy on the ranch. Cody knew that his friend’s loyalty to them ran deep. He’d always thought that his loyalty to him had run that deep as well, but obviously he was wrong.