frustration.
His head slowly turned my way, and he was completely calm as he rolled the rest of his body toward me until half of it was pinning me to the bed.
“I didn’t say you were pretty. Lots of girls are pretty, Ladybug, and they’re nothing special. You’re fucking beautiful, inside and out.”
My breath stuttered at his intense look, and I swallowed hard.
“And I know you’re mine,” he continued. “You were bitching about how we weren’t in a relationship, spouting bullshit about how it was nothing but me sweet-talking you into sex, but the moment we got in this room, you started getting ready for bed and crawled in here beside me like we’ve done it a thousand times before. That’s not a woman having casual sex.”
My jaw dropped as realization dawned, but he wrapped his arms around me before I could bolt out of the bed.
“We may have just started this , but you can’t pretend that this is where we started. We’ve been building on this shit for years, and I’m not going to pretend that you’re just a random fuck to me. I don’t care if that pisses you off.” He leaned down to bite my neck lightly before lifting his head again with a small smile. “You living with Gram would seriously fuck with our sex life. You really want to fuck me with Gram in the next room blaring Dwight Yoakam?”
He was right ; living with Gram really would mess with whatever we had going. I just wasn’t sure that I was ready to live alone, so when Gram offered, I’d jumped at the chance to share a place with her. Deciding to get my own apartment just because I wanted to get freaky with Cody didn’t seem like the smartest plan, and I felt my panic begin to rise as my comfortable life seemed to drift further and further away. I wanted comfort, and after growing up the way I had, I needed it.
“ I don’t know if I can do this,” I warned him quietly, my heart racing. “I don’t think I can.”
“ Ladybug, you don’t need to do anything.” He tipped my face up to his and brushed his lips lightly over mine. “This is just you and me. There’s no big agenda or reason to put labels on shit. It just is . You’re already doing it.”
I didn ’t answer him, my throat tightening in panic until he leaned down again to kiss my lips, then slid his tongue into my mouth with a low growl. His touch worked like the best anti-anxiety meds I’d ever taken, instantly relaxing me.
I didn’t know if it was because I knew from experience that he’d never hurt me, or if it were just instinct, but for some reason he was one of the few people I trusted implicitly. But even though I knew he was trustworthy, it didn’t stop the big red sign in the back of my mind from flashing Danger! over the situation we were in.
Cody’s hands skated under my T-shirt, pulling it farther and farther up as he smoothed the tips of his fingers over my torso, and before long he pulled it over my head and dropped it off the side of the bed, leaving me in nothing but my panties.
I heard Callie and Grease come in the front door as he leaned down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth , and the pressure of trying to stay silent while he pulled and tugged with his teeth created an intensity that I had no hope of controlling. I ran my fingernails up his back as he switched to the other nipple, and as soon as he let it pop out of his mouth, I pushed his head away from my body so I could scoot down enough to reach his boxer briefs.
“ In a hurry?” he asked jokingly, breathing heavily.
“ Are you complaining?”
“ Fuck no. Take ’em off.”
We laughed quietly as we scrambled with the last pieces of clothing keeping us apart , still snickering as we tore into the box of condoms Cody had bought earlier in the day, finally growing serious as he lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him.
“ Ride me,” he rasped, his hands moving from my hips to my throat and back again. “Hard and fast, Ladybug.”
I nodded once before reaching
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