by Haley Jenner
I nod, stepping from his grip to hug Camryn.
“Be careful,” she whispers, kissing my cheek, eyes still on Parker.
I’d be lying if I said in that single moment that uneasiness didn’t filter through my veins. Parker’s caginess surrounding his family isn’t new, but the monster he so soundly attests to be, definitely lets himself be seen when they’re mentioned.
I’m not afraid. If I was, I wouldn’t walk out the door of my apartment, not with him holding me so tightly against his violently powerful frame. But Ryn’s right, wariness couldn’t be considered stupid. I’m right to be cautious of Parker Shay. He himself has warned me to approach him in that way. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t set my skin on fire and my heart to electric. Maybe the fear of the unknown is what I’m drawn to. I don’t know and I refuse to let myself read into it. Not right now.
Thirteen
Parker
“You know, you don’t have to steal from your own mother.” Codi’s voice hits me as soon as I enter the shop.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Pia,” she accuses, the exasperation in her tone dragging along her name. “I just saw you put it in your bag.”
Pia walks into my line of sight first, dark hair split into fighter’s braids, fair skin on show, body dressed similarly to Codi; tight skirt, flowy blouse. Once upon a time, she would’ve piqued my interest, to look at anyway. Personality is total brat and a complete fuckin’ turn-off.
She halts her movements, Codi barreling into her back and stumbling back. Neither notice my presence, too caught up in Million Dollar Baby and her five-fingered discounts.
“Look”—the dark-haired girl thief sighs— “just write it down in your tattletale book and be done with it.”
A frustrated growl escapes Codi’s lips and an easy grin forms on my face. It’s fucking adorable, even her high-heeled foot stamping with the feminine graveled sound.
“It’s not a tattletale book, it’s letting your mom know so she can write the stock off.”
Pia rolls her eyes, head turning with the movement, colliding our stare. “How’d you get in?” She turns to me fully. “The door was locked.”
I stare at her blankly before turning to Codi. “Ready to go, Sugar?”
She exhales heavily, forcing a smile on her face. “Yep, just let me write something in my tattletale book.” She glares at Pia, storming toward the counter.
I watch her, turning back to Pia’s dubious face. “You’re seriously creepy. That door was locked.”
“Let’s go.” Codi approaches, reaching for my hand.
“I’ll leave you to close up, be sure to write down anything else that accidentally falls into your bag.”
“Definitely won’t do that,” Pia sings back sarcastically, and Codi pulls the shop door open forcefully, muttering under her breath.
Standing outside, I pull her into my body, inhaling her sweet scent. She deflates against my frame, her arms wrapping tightly around my waist.
“Random fact…” I kiss the top of her head before she tips her neck up to bring me into view. “You angry, is really fuckin’ cute.”
Her indigo eyes narrow. “Random fact,” she fumes. “Calling a woman cute when she’s mad, is not a good idea.”
I smile and not for the first time consider how easy it breaks onto my face in her presence. “See, cute.”
She growls and I laugh silently. “Swearing might help.”
She gifts me with another growl and I’m a little disappointed I didn’t elicit the foot stamp.
“I could use a drink,” she declares, attempting to step out of my embrace.
“Forgettin’ you didn’t say hello yet, babe.”
She rolls her eyes and I pull her more forcefully into my body. She gasps, eyes falling hungrily to my lips. Not one to disappoint, I lean down as she reaches up, our lips meeting in eager greeting. No pretense, no playing, a pure unbridled need to taste.
Codi melts against me, the frustration from work easing from her body with every slice of my tongue. Finally pulling back, I drop a kiss to her forehead. “Better?”
She closes her eyes softly, exhaling on a satisfied smile. “Better.”
***
Codi’s laugh rings in my ears, the sound barely heard over the music playing through the speakers in the bar.
She claps, applauding the dickhead who just missed his shot, too focused on Codi standing by the pool table, hip leaning casually against the side to give a shit.
Fucker’s been testing my last nerve. Shocked me he had the balls to come over and challenge her to a game. My eyes showed their warning, not enough to discourage him though. Codi being Codi didn’t read his intention, smiling wide and downing the last of her beer as she accepted his request.
Fuckwit. Fist would feel nice breaking his face.
The dickhead pouts purposefully, giving her sad eyes, making her laugh and I picture stomping his face into the curb. She chants something about him being a sucker, moving to take her shot. He moves strategically, standing behind her to watch her ass as she bends at the hips, taking her shot.
Sinking her final ball, she jumps up, arm extended in the air, a whoop of joy shouting from her juicy lips. She high-fives the guy begging for my fists and he smiles widely, pleased as a fuckin’ pig in mud to be touching her.
Fuckstain.
She saunters back toward me, her eyes glassy from the beers she’s downed since arriving, his eyes watching her ass the entire way. He looks to me as she reaches me and I flip him off behind her back, sliding my hand over her ass and pulling her closer.
“I won,” she announces unnecessarily, a slight slur in her words.
“I saw.” My legs open wider on my stool, granting her better access to move between them.
“You look at him like that any longer, he might start crying,” she mocks. “Jealous, baby?”
I grunt out a humorless laugh. “You want his creepy little hands touchin’ you… be my guest,” I lie through my teeth and she laughs loudly, the bells ringing in my ear and stirring my cock to life.
“You’re a terrible liar,” she whispers at my lips, tongue ducking out to wet her own.
She doesn’t hesitate to touch her lips to mine and she kisses me with the desperation of someone who is a few drinks down and begging to be laid; a little wetter, not sloppy, but definitely more carnally than should be decent in public. Not that I’m complaining.
She pulls away, eyes dazed with a potent mixture of booze and lust, skyrocketing my need to be inside her.
“Gonna head to the bathroom, then we’ll head off?”
I lift my chin, touching my lips to hers once more before tapping my palm along her ass and telling her to hurry.
Dipshit stops her on her way to the bathroom and my fist clenches around my glass as I swallow the last of my beer. Kid is seriously searching for a broken fucking jaw. He saw us all-but-fucking only seconds ago. Fuckin’ cunt. Codi laughs at something he says, waving him off and walking away.
Discarding my glass, I move toward him, pool cue held tightly in my hand.
“Touch or speak to my girl in a way that makes me think you’re thinkin’ about her naked again, I’ll break this across your face.” I lift the cue and he takes a step back nodding. “Get me?”
“Yeah, man,” he placates. “I get you. Meant no offense, she’s smokin’ hot is all.”
I push the stick against his chest, pushing him back two or three steps and he grabs hold of it as I let go.
“She is smokin’ hot and she’s mine. Even think about her while jerkin’ your cock and I’ll make sure you’ll be missin’ teeth.”
He holds a hand up in surrender, taking another step back.
“Ready?” Codi smiles up at me, arm wrapping around my waist.
I look at the dickcheese once more, before nodding and turning without another glance, pulling her with me.
Our Uber pulls up outside my place and Codi pulls her lips from mine
long enough to crawl out of the car ahead of me. She stumbles slightly and I watch her readjust her clothing with a wink.
We’re both a little drunk. Well, I’m a little drunk. She’s a lot. She launches at me again and I grin through our kiss.
Codi Rein boozed is horny as fuck.
Noted.
I detach our lips again and she growls her disapproval.
“Baby, you want me to fuck you on the concrete steps of my loft for every fucker to see?”
She laughs, arms stretching out wide. “Happy for every fucker in this city to know you’re mine. And I’ll touch my man whenever and wherever the fuck I want,” she declares loudly, laughing as she finishes.
I echo her laugh with my own, thoroughly enjoying this version of her. “Sugar,” I start, and she rearranges her features in mock seriousness. “Big difference with people seeing us makin’ out and watching me fuck you. Ain’t anybody ever gonna hear your sexy little groans and cries pleading for me to fuck you, ‘cept me. No one.”
All teasing falls from her face, replaced with unrivaled lust, making my cock strain in my jeans. I step into her, my arm draped heavily over her shoulder, pulling her as we walk inside.
We enter the loft in silence, heavy need coiling around us. She follows my lead to my bedroom without question and I don’t even let myself consider how much of a dick I am for enjoying her so much.
I’m doing wrong by Rocco by actually fucking liking this girl.
I’m doing wrong by Codi by using her until her time is up.
I’m a fuckin’ double-edged sword, fucking two people who maybe don’t deserve it without their knowledge. Right now though, I don’t fucking care.
I kick my door closed as we enter, watching her survey the untidy room; sheets still messed from where I woke this morning, clothes thrown, discarded across the floor.
“I like it,” she states with a smile. “Organized in the same way as mine.”
“Take your clothes off.”
Her smile freezes on her face, her lips parting with a lustful look. She drops her bag without care, letting it scatter amongst my messy belongings. Her shoes go next; one foot then the other. Pulling her blouse from her skirt, she lifts it over her head, revealing a black triangular cut see-through bra, nipples hard and easily visible through the material.
“Leave the bra,” I scratch out, moving closer.
Her hands move behind, moving quickly to unzip her skirt. It falls, a drop of material falling to her feet and she steps over it, pushing it aside with her bare foot.
Her lace cut panties are blood red, a complete mismatch to her bra and I find myself liking that.
She moves to remove the small scrap of lace covering her, but I shake my head, telling her no. She backs up as I move closer, her legs hitting my bed before she stops.
“I wanna taste you,” she admits through lowered lashes and reaching her, I lift her chin with my knuckle.
“Tell me how I wanna hear it.” My voice is coarse, rough as the thick need I have for her tightens in my throat.
“I wanna use my mouth,” she tries and I brush a thumb along her pillowy lip.
“More. To do what, you wanna use your mouth to what?”
“To suck your cock,” she whispers and I close my eyes at how fucking hot the hesitant murmur sounded.
“Kneel on the bed.” It’s said unevenly, the demand harsh in its instruction but she follows willingly, her body sliding backward onto my tangled sheets.
Moving onto all fours, she crawls toward the edge where I’m standing, trying to determine if I’ve entered some warped kind of fantasy land. Codi Rein, body barely covered by lingerie, prowling toward me on all fours, begging to take my cock in her mouth.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
Unbuckling my belt, she watches with rapt attention, eyes glued to the bulge straining at my jeans. My shirt comes next and her greedy eyes skate over my naked torso, bottom lip chewed between her teeth.
“Never done this before,” she speaks at my abdomen, hand coming out to brush along the divot of muscle dropping into my jeans. She uses her fingers to unbutton and push at them, freeing my hips from their confines, my dick stretching the material of my boxers.
“Know that, Sugar.”
She glances up at me, nodding, understanding the reassurance I just offered her before focusing back on my boxers.
Shuffling forward on her knees, her two index fingers reach up, dropping into my waistband and gliding them over my shaft. She pulls a heavy breath through her nostrils as I spring free, my cock heavy and needy, pointing directly at her.
She takes the invitation, peeking up at me briefly before wrapping her small palm around the bottom of my length and pumping, once, then twice.
No secret she knows how to stroke a cock, blew my load in my place of work, surrounded by partygoers from her doing just that.
My eyes close on their own accord, relishing in the feel of her stroking me. I shout out; something between a growl and a groan as her tongue drags along my head, teasing my slit. Tentatively. Exploring.
Her pouty lips cover my tip, tongue swirling around the head, pulling back and going back again.
“Deeper, baby,” I ground out, thrusting my hips forward pushing deeper into her mouth.
She takes my instruction readily, her tongue coating my shaft on her downward glide. She does that once, twice, taking me deeper still with each downward slide. I hit the back of her throat on an agonized groan, her virgin mouth choking on my dick, the small sound of her gagging making me harder still. She draws me from her mouth, her hand skating along me in firm, skilled movements. Dick wet from her mouth, she swallows me back down, small, satisfied groans slipping from her throat and pulsating against me.
I groan.
She whimpers.
She’s inexperienced, sure, but that’s not saying she’s no good. Fuck no. The opposite, she’s into this. Hardcore. Gorging on my dick like it’s her very last supper. She takes my cues; she’s not just going through the motions, she’s enjoying this, almost as much as I am.
She shuffles closer, pushing my dick to the back of her throat, her free hand moving up to cup my balls, massaging them in time with her mouth.
“Baby. Fuck. That’s it. Deep. Just like that.”
She drags her mouth back slightly before dropping it down again and swallowing, the walls of her throat closing in on me as her mouth covers me completely.
It’s my undoing and neck tipped back, I groan long and hard as I empty inside of her mouth.
I fall from her mouth and righting my neck, I seek her out. She’s standing tall on her knees, eyes wide, hand covering her mouth. She watches me for a loaded second, eyes closing in, throat moving in an attempt to swallow, but she stops it.
“Codi—” I start but she holds up a finger, silently telling me to not speak and I watch her uncertainty as her eyes close and her throat contracts with the act of swallowing.
A look of utter distaste coats her features and I suppress my laugh. Dragging a hand over her mouth, her eyes finally open, meeting mine.
She opens her mouth to speak, stops herself, her lips closing tightly. Head nodding, she looks at me confidently. “So, umm... cum is warm and salty,” she pauses, tongue dragging along her teeth. “And really fucking gross.”
I can’t stop the loud bark of laughter that shoots from my mouth and after the briefest hesitation, she giggles. “Like, seriously, you should’a given me warning that it would just, like… fire at the back of my throat, tryin’ to choke me with its unappealing warmth.”
My laugh continues and I move, grabbing her arm and tugging her forward to wrap my arms around her. “Codi Rein, you are one hell of an interesting surprise.”
I like this girl. Really fuckin’ like her. There’s no bullshit. Just her. As she is, in all her awkward, innocent, sexy goodness. Fuck, I don’t know how I ever stood a chance.
I’ve got no idea what I’ve tangled myself into, but I know it’s chaotic; twis
ted and weaved in a way that might be impossible to ever crawl out of, but right now, I don’t want to. I wanna enjoy this moment with a woman that in another life, I think I could have found happiness with.
“No, I’m serious, is not swallowing a deal breaker for you? If it is, I’ll do it, but if you’re not fazed, appreciate you letting me know.”
I look down at her blue eyes, staring up at me widely and give in to my need to touch my lips to hers. Pushing her backward, her back hits the bed and I raise an eyebrow. “Think it’s worth it if I repay the favor?”
“Swallowing it is.”
My laugh breathes across her skin as I pull the tiny bit of lace covering her pussy down her legs. Her laugh joins mine until my tongue meets her clit; her laughter dying out to the moan that arches her back. And in that singular moment, I consider that I need to find a way to cleanse my soul and gain access to her heaven, only to be able to claim her back after I’ve taken her life.
Fourteen
Codi
A thud pulses from one temple to another and I curse myself for the stupidity of excess consumption. I can’t handle beer. It’s no secret, no unknown fact, yet, last night I felt compelled to drink more than my body can seem to handle.
I know why. Parker and I were having fun. Just he and I, drinking, laughing, playing pool and the night got the better of me. Not gonna lie, that guy that challenged me to a game of pool, total creeper, but I saw the possessive gleam in Parker’s moonlit eyes and I loved it. Loved that I stirred that side of him to life. I felt powerful, desired, claimed and it felt really, really good.
He touched me more. Kissed me more. Gave me his smile. Gifted me his rough laughter. He made me feel cherished, adored, delicate, and wanted. He made it known that I was his and in turn, he was mine. We were an us.
All that made me crazed with my need to touch him, to taste him. I couldn’t get enough, clawing all over him like he was my only hope to breathe. He seemed to enjoy it, giving back just as much as I gave. Likely with a little more finesse.
Probably.
