Yeah. I had it bad.
Chapter 32
Rafael
Sue’s A-frame cabin in the Catskills looked like a relic from the 1970s, and the interior confirmed as much. The old, wooden paneling that covered the walls looked weathered with time, and the bright orange linoleum floor had big patches missing. Even the sofa, also a disgusting orange and brown color, looked about thirty years old. The entire place was like a time capsule. Thank God there was a shitty window AC unit.
It also had one fucking bedroom. One. Bedroom. This bitch. She knew what she was doing. I threw my bag on the ground and sat on the sofa, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Does this thing pull out at least?”
She didn’t even look at me while she said, “Nope.”
“Great. I’ll be sending you my chiropractor bill,” I told her. That one got a look from Cody, so I added, “I’m sleeping here.”
His eyes widened, and the flush on his cheeks turned a dark red. Yes, I knew what he wanted. He wanted me in that bed with him. He wanted this to be our big reconciliation trip, but it wasn’t fucking happening.
“I’m going to grab food from the local grocery store. I’ll be back in thirty.”
Sue left and the two of us just stared at each other before Cody asked, “Are you going to be a huge dick the whole time?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “I would say most likely.”
Cody’s face confused me. I expected hurt or indignation, but, instead, he just cocked a brow and nodded before grabbing his bag and making his way to the tiny bedroom upstairs.
I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the sofa. If this were going to be my bed for the next week, I would need to get used to it.
With my Yankees cap over my face, I made up my mind to have a nice nap in this boiling, hot cabin that was muggier than my nutsack after a game.
Just as I was about to fall into the lovely embrace of a peaceful slumber, Cody came barreling down the stairs, jolting me awake. A spraying sound piqued my interest, so I lifted my cap to see that little fucker wearing a bright red speedo and spraying his body with sun lotion.
Did he get his fuck-me-trunks in a pack of thirty or something?
He looked at me and said, “Get my back.”
“You’re doing this on purpose. It’s childish,” I replied.
“No, getting sun poisoning because I’m too nervous to ask you to get my back is childish. You refusing to do it because you think this is some game is just shitty. If you won’t talk to me, I will enjoy myself outside. The last thing I want to do is sit in this hot cabin.”
Brat. Such a fucking brat.
I mumbled some sort of shitty retort then rose to my feet. I snatched the lotion from the wannabe porn star, and the scent of it smacked me right in the face.
“What the fuck is this smell?” I asked.
“Banana,” Cody replied.
Banana. Tease. I’ll give you a fuckin’ banana, bitch.
“You would,” I muttered.
“Fuck off,” he spat out.
Oh, you little brat. I’m gonna tie you up and fuck you so rough and hard you won’t be able to s—
No! Fuck. I needed to control myself. I couldn’t fall into Cody’s booty trap. He looked fucking amazing in that red speedo, and he knew it. The globes of his ass peeked out the top of his swimming suit. My mouth started watering, and the impulse to fall to my knees and gnaw on that ass was palpable.
The cabin’s heat made me lightheaded, and the light shining through the window glistened off Cody’s lathered skin. The smell of banana permeated the space and it made me want to whip out my cock and slide it into his perfect ass hiding under that obscene speedo.
“You done yet?” he snapped.
