Ribbons of my cum adorn her stomach, boobs, and neck, a sight to fucking see.
She stares at me, nothing short of content bliss in her heavy, hooded eyes. She looks ready to fall asleep.
“You need a bath,” I say, getting to my feet.
“Is that a subtle way of saying I smell?”
“It’s a subtle way of saying you need to relax your muscles and wash my cum off your stomach.” I enter the bathroom, halting with my hand on the doorknob. “You smell delicious, B. Sweet like candy, you taste like it, too.”
She doesn’t respond, but the shy smile I get in return is everything. I turn the faucet to fill the tub, pour some bubble bath in, then clean myself up, and go back to the bedroom, where she’s on her feet, the spaghetti straps of her summer dress back in place, the bed stripped of the sheets.
“Get in the tub. If you’re sore tomorrow, take another bath in the morning, okay?”
Her eyes widen, but she quickly wipes the surprise off her face, nodding once. “This was fun.”
I smirk, crossing the room to kiss her lips one last time. “That it was, but don’t forget I fucking hate you, B.”
SIXTEEN
Cody
WITH A DEEP BREATH, I pull my phone out, typing a message to my brothers. I need one or more of them here to keep me in check. Even if they won’t know they’re helping.
It’s been less than twenty hours since I had Blair, and I’m itching to go over there and do it again. I can’t stop recalling how she looked, sounded, and tasted. How well we snapped together. How mind-blowingly good the sex was.
I thought I’d get my fill if we worked out years of pent-up sexual frustration in bed. Turns out I’ve not even scratched the surface. She’s on my mind non-stop. The need to grip her waist, impale her on my cock and watch her ride me is so intense I already jerked off twice today.
I could knock on her door, bend her over the kitchen counter, and have her squirt time and time again all over the tiles, but I can’t give in to this.
If one night has me this desperate for another, things will get worse if I cave.
I need my brothers here talking shit, complaining about whatever the fuck they want because it’ll keep me occupied, but before I send the text, there’s a knock on my door.
Shit. I was so busy thinking of ways to stay away from Blair I didn’t once think she’d come over for more. I have no doubt she’s outside my door, and my mind fucking soars.
Need and want battle with reason and common sense. I can’t do this. I can’t start a no-strings, casual fuck fest with Blair. Right?
Right.
Then why are my legs moving, and why is my heart climbing up my throat like an alpinist ice-axing their way up a sheer cliff face?
My brain skips ahead, imagining what’s about to go down. Blair inmybed tonight. Naked. Panting. Moaning. Loving every fucking thing I planned in the last two seconds.
“It’s happening!” Logan grins when I open the door, a big bag flung over his shoulder and little Noah beside him. “You alright, Cody?”
I was so convinced I’d see Blair that I need a second to snap out of the shock and swallow the bitter pill of disappointment.
Disappointment that it’s not her.
And disappointment that I lost my sense of right and wrong so fast. That I considered establishing a regular fucking schedule with the girl who did nothing but harm to one of my favorite people.
It’s true what they say.
Men think with their dicks regardless of age.
“Hey, yeah, I’m fine. I just... wasn’t expecting this today. Babies rarely come on the due date, right?”
He chuckles, handing the bag over. “Almost is the keyword here.” He messes up Noah’s hair before hauling him into his arms. “You’re staying with Uncle Cody tonight, alright? You’ll have fun.”
