Cody stomped his foot, then pointed at me. “Yes. You. Were. You tricked me into believing that you cared. Then you dragged me into that party and deliberately made me jealous. Well, two can play that game, Rafael. You don’t think I can get some? What? Do you think I’m going just to sit around and cry while you slap me in the face with your games? No. I can get my own. I’ve got a fat ass, remember? And that dude wanted it, so don’t think for a second I can’t make you just as jealous as you make me.”
I grabbed Cody by the shirt and pulled him in so we were face-to-face, our noses nearly touching each other. “I wasn’t kissing her because I was attracted to her. I was kissing her to stop myself from making out with you in front of the entire team.”
I released his shirt and turned away from him.
There. I said it.
Now, Cody knew. Something was happening to me—something I never expected. I was…
No, I can’t say it.
Fuck, it sucked. Feeling that way sucked. It felt icky and complicated. What happened to me ruining Cody? How did I end up on the side of a road screaming about how I wanted to kiss him?
“You wanted to kiss me?” The venom in his voice was gone, and in its place was a tenderness that shouldn’t have made my heart pick up speed.
“Yeah, I wanted to fucking kiss you.”
“W-we’ve never kissed before…”
I could write a sonnet about the way Cody’s cum tasted in my mouth, but I wouldn’t kiss him. I thought that would be pushing it too far.
Well, fuck it. We were past the point of no return.
I turned to face him, grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a total mouth fucking with my tongue.
Our lips fought for control as the sweet taste of him sent an electric current of pleasure racing through my body. His hands gripped my face, and his touch lit a fire in a place I thought I’d closed off forever. The passion morphed into desperation as I pulled him closer.
We both knew this was a shift. The whole night had been a shift in our fucked-up relationship, and, as much as I wanted to push him away and hurt him the way life had hurt me, I couldn’t stop myself. I needed him. It terrified me and thrilled me simultaneously. I didn’t ache. I didn’t feel numb. I felt full, like the broken bits were slowly being glued back together with each taste of Cody’s delicious lips.
We weren’t fighting each other; we were surrendering, and the kiss matched us as we let go and fell into the connection.
A car honked at us as it passed by.
Oh yeah. We’re literally on the side of a road.
Cody pulled off first. “Should I call an Uber?”
Uber. What a novel idea.“You mean you don’t want to hop on the handlebars of my sick ride over there?” I motioned to the bicycle lying in a heap a few feet away from us.
Cody laughed and shook his head. “I can’t believe you did that.”
I was actually very proud of the level of ingenuity and quick thinking I displayed during my quest to rescue Cody from the clutches of afucking Red Sox fan!I couldn’t get over that. “Desperate times call for desperate measures,” I replied. “I needed to get you, and the bike was there for the taking. I remember the address. I’ll drop it off tomorrow.”
Cody shook his head, a little smile emerging. “No, I mean, I can’t believe you chased after me.”
“I thought he was going to do something with you,” I explained.
“Yeah, I know, and you chased after me. That’s fucking sexy, Rafael.”
Oh. Oh!It was, huh? I was an expert at doing absolutely nothing intentionally that night.
Cody leaned in and kissed me again. “I like kissing you, Rafael.”
If I thought Cody’s ass was great, his lips were even better. Velvety smooth and plump. “I like kissing you, too, Cody.”
“Let’s go home,” he said. “Hank and Jill aren’t there.”
Mmm, that was true. “Good call. You cool with your car staying at Rowan’s?”
