19. Cody-fied

CHAPTER 19

CODY-FIED

KALLIE

My pussy clenches around the biggest, most satisfying hard-rock cock I've ever had. Every inch of Cody fills me up inside, skin on skin, penetrating me like we were made to complete each other. Tonight, his first night in Austin, we decide we would do without condoms. I'm on the pill, anyway.

It's more than that, though. My heart is full, and my body burns for him when we're not together. Everything I feel with Cody is so different from the past with Jeremy. Like a magnification level of ten times, my emotions engage so much more with this cowboy. If that's not enough to last forever, then I don't know how to make a relationship work at all.

"You make the perfect welcome wagon. My cowgirl. It's so good. To be. Here with you. At last." Cody grunts between words, spearing me from behind with his cock, holding onto my hips with the tightest grip. When his new black leather couch arrived earlier today, I knew exactly how I wanted him. Behind me, as I bend over it.

"Yes, cowboy, so good. Every inch. I missed you."

"Me too, baby. But I'm here now. Fucking you so good. And I'll be here every night; so will you. You're not leaving. Stay. Move in with me." He caresses his hands from the small of my back up to my shoulders, massaging my skin along the way. Tingles erupt all across my skin, making it hard to argue with him.

"Somehow, I don't think I could leave if I tried. I'm Cody-fied." I tease him with a smile, peering back at him. Everything we do is so filled with passion. I reach up and adjust his hands, one at a time, until they're circling each side of my neck. I arch my back and the position deepens him further into me.

"Finally, you're falling into my trap." He chuckles. "You're spoiling my cock, baby. I can't go back to sheathing myself ever again after this. And now this amazing position? Yeah. I could go all night like this." And he does, no complaints from me. God bless this man's stamina.

All I feel is him. In the dark window across from us, all I see is us, doing it so beautifully together. We should be models for fucking. A series of whimpers leaves my chest, and I reach down and finger my clit, relieving the pressure there.

Between his movements and mine, my heart wildly palpitates, and my thighs shake. I can't hold on to my sanity much longer. I'm slipping, tipping over, seeing white lights and breaking so hard, I almost pass out.

On the tip of my tongue are three little words, daring me to scream them out loud.

He jerks suddenly, as he explodes with a roar, filling me up with his seed. "Fuck, Kallie Ann. I love you," he says them first, taking my breath away.

We hold there, and I can't speak or move, almost in tears, overwhelmed by all the feelings rushing through me at once. Until his cock recedes from my body, leaving me longing for him yet again. He picks me up and gently carries me.

"I love you, too. So much," I sob, happy tears run down my face.

"Yes, you do, baby. You do. Thank you for saying it, for not making me wait." He kisses my forehead along the way to his shower.

I can hardly stand, still shaking. He has me in his arms and I trust him to hold me up. I trust this man with my life.

"The only drawback here? No bathtub." He chuckles, adjusting the knobs for the perfect water temperature. "It's a big enough shower, though. And I like this bench seat."

"Well, I guess not everything can be perfect between us." I muster a soft smile.

"But it's pretty damn close," he says, nuzzling into my neck. His fingers lace with mine, lifting them over my head. He holds them against the wall and captures my mouth, our tongues teasing and tantalizing.

His cock roars back to life, bouncing off my stomach.

"Cody, my God. You're unreal." I break away from his kiss on a groan.

"Thanks, I think. Is that code for you want more?" His cocky smile is deliciously undeniable.

"Yes. More." I surprise myself.

He lifts me, and my ankles cross behind him. Entering my slick channel to the hilt in one shot, I cry out. It's so good. Before Cody, I never knew how good a thick, penetrating cock could be. I hate thinking about Jeremy, but now I realize how small he must have been. How unsatisfied I was. Now that I've had the best, I'm never going back.

I lock eyes with Cody to say those special words again, because I mean them. He's changed me and my life will never be the same. From the first text when I was crying on the bathroom floor, that lifeline he threw me saved me. Fast forward to tonight, when he claimed his love for me—I finally know and believe that true love exists. And I'm right here in his arms.

"I love you, Cody. Tell me we're meant to last. Can you promise me forever?"

"I love you, too, so why don't you be my wife, cowgirl? I'll show you exactly what forever means."

His words steal my breath away, as does his cock, pulsing deep within me. "Wife?"

"Yeah. You heard me. I want you to be my wife. And don't worry. I have a ring I bought for you yesterday before I left L.A. A big rock, baby. The sales person called it ostentatious. It's huge because I want every mother fucker within a mile of you to know you're claimed by me."

"Oh God. This is crazy. You're crazy. I want to say yes."

"So say yes. Make me your husband. Be my cowgirl and ride me for life. I see us, Kallie. We're up in Montana, with a ranch of our own, kids, pets, horses. It's all there waiting for us. Can you see it too?"

He's playing right into my dreams, everything I desire, and wrote into my journal. Worries eat away at the edges of my dream though, but I chase those away. "Mrs. Cody Ford. Mrs. Kallie Ford. I like it."

"I like it, too. So it's a yes."

"Yes. Yes!" I cry.

Suddenly, he turns off the water and runs with me out of the bathroom to his bed, his cock never dislodging. Horizontal, his body covers mine, and his hips piston into me.

"We just freshly made your bed, and now we're getting it all wet," I complain, but laugh at the same time.

"I don't care, baby, I'm too excited. I'll make love to you all night long in a damp bed. Tomorrow I'll buy a new mattress, because guess what? I have a little money now."

He winks and doesn't slow down, pumping faster, filling me with so much passion, laughter, and love. I don't want him to stop. Ever.

* * *

I jolt awake in the middle of the night. Cody's arm weighs on me. He breathes heavy, too. My phone lights up silently with a message. I see it's two in the morning, as I reach for it.

When I see Jeremy's name on a text, I almost jump. Reading it though, I yelp.

"Wha—what's wrong?" Cody awakes. He rubs his eyes, adjusting to the light as I hold the phone for him to read as well. "What the hell?"

Jeremy: Why are you at this address? Who are you with?

"He's definitely having me followed. I cannot believe him." I fire off a message back, more than a little irate.

Kallie: I don't question where you've been. Stay out of my life.

Jeremy: Who is there with you?

Kallie: Who were you with in L.A.? Or how about last Friday and Monday when you were supposedly home sick from work? I saw the red marks on your neck.

I didn't stop there.

Kallie: You have no claim on me anymore. So stop this nonsense of following me. Got it? We are DONE.

Too riled up now, I leap out of bed. I stomp to the kitchen, slam my phone on the counter, and search through Cody's boxes open there. So intensely fuming, I don't hear Cody come up behind me until his arms are wrapped around me.

"Whatcha doing?" He asks.

"I clean when I'm upset or mad."

"Good to know."

"Do you have any supplies? Multi-purpose cleaner? Hell, I'd take a Windex and paper towels."

"Uh, nope. In L.A., Saint had a housekeeper. I never had to clean. I'll hire one here, too."

"Ugh." I walk away, shaking out my hands from their need to be scrubbing something.

"I take it douche bag does this a lot. Follows you around?" He leans against the counter, and I realize he's put his boxers on. Doesn't stop me from eyeing his hefty package. Whereas I'm in one of his t-shirts, swimming in it.

"Him or someone he's hired. It's creepy." I stop pacing and lean my head into his chest.

"Back in college, I had a friend who creeped on his girl. Even went so far as to put a secret tracker on her phone. He knew where she was at all times. It especially came in handy because the guy was a real player, cheated on her a lot. Because of the app, he could cheat when he knew his girl was busy and never get caught."

I gasp and lunge for my phone, inspecting it. Opening apps, windows, trying to figure out if he infested my phone with something. Then a realization dawns on me and I turn slowly to face Cody.

"Jeremy gave me this phone as a gift, preloaded with apps and everything."

He snaps his finger and points at me. "Yep. That's what the other guy did, too. Is that why you have two phones? I wondered. I figured one was for work, one for personal."

Now I'm boiling over. "The pink is mine, the one I text you with. How dare he track me? Do you have a hammer? Something heavy I can destroy this phone with?"

"Hold on. Let's not be too hasty." He takes it from my hands and turns it off altogether. "Let's test the theory. Tomorrow, you go in to work. I don't have practice until the afternoon. I'll take it with me to a few places in the morning and see if he shows up anywhere."

"No. I don't want you anywhere near him. He could be dangerous, unpredictable," I fret.

"Right back at you, baby. But you know what? There's two of us, and only one of him. Two brains versus one. Plus, my brawny build. Somehow we have to best him, don't you think?" He strikes a pose, flexing his biceps, and kisses the boulder.

I kiss it, too, then fall into snorts and laughs, nestling myself against his chest as I squeeze him. "I love you, Cody, and I'm so happy you're here now. It's no longer just me, but the two of us against the world."

"That's right, but I won't lie, Kallie. Now that I'm on the same soil as he is, it's taking every ounce of my willpower not to find him and beat his ass. Instead, we'll be smart about it and fight him together. Somehow, that creep will pay for what he did to you."

"Thank you."

"Now, can we forget him for the rest of the night? Can this make you forget?" He takes my hand and places it inside of his boxers, directly onto his hard shaft.

"Forget who? What?" My eyelids flutter and my cheeks flame. My body reacts to him. Monday morning I'll walk into the office a zombie, after everything we've done in bed together. A well-fucked one, at that.