CODY: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 2)

by Jessie Cooke

  When his orgasm finally came, it ripped through him like a shredder. He could almost feel everything inside of him being shredded to pieces as it passed through his body and his cock exploded inside of her. It kept coming back again too, in wave after wave, and he kept rocking back into her as she clutched onto him tightly. When he was finally finished, he collapsed onto the bed and pulled her over so that she was lying in the crook of his arm. He kissed her face and said, “Thank you.”

  Macy laughed, still breathless. “I think that was my line.”

  “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  She smiled into the side of his chest and he felt her soft lips kiss him. “It’ll only get better.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Cody woke up on Wednesday morning before the sun came up to see Macy slipping out of the bed. “Hey, where are you going?” For two days, they’d been fucking like rabbits every chance they got, but each time she’d sneak away almost as soon as they were finished and not come back until after dark.

  “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I need to get out of here before the clubhouse starts filling up.”

  “Why?”

  She was searching the floor for her clothes. She stopped and looked at him. “It’s too soon, Cody. I don’t want to flaunt us all over the place just yet…”

  He sat up and interrupted her. “You mean you don’t want to flaunt us in front of Jimmy.”

  She sighed. “He’s still recovering, Cody, and we just broke up. It wouldn’t be right.”

  “You weren’t married to the guy, and the reason you broke up was because he told you to get lost.”

  “Jesus, don’t hold back to spare my feelings.” She stood up and started pulling on her pants.

  He wiped the sleep out of his eyes and reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand next to the bed. After taking a long swig of it he said, “I’m not trying to be mean, Macy, just realistic. We live on this small ranch all side by side. If you and I want to have any kind of relationship, Jimmy will have to know about it. I’m not hiding like I’m fucking doing something wrong. Shit, nobody around here hides their shit. I’ve seen most of them fucking in one way or the other in the clubhouse.”

  With a disgusted look on her face, she reached down and picked up her shirt. She pulled it on without her bra and then stuck the bra in her pocket. “That’s never going to happen with me no matter who I’m with. I hate that shit.”

  He reached for her and she started to pull away. He grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her back down on the bed. “Hey. I’m not suggesting we have sex in the clubhouse. I’m just reminding you of where we come from. Jimmy is going to have to get used to seeing us together.”

  “I just want to give him a little time.”

  “To do what, Macy?”

  “Adjust, heal. My life is different, living with my dad. I’m sure his is too, and I don’t want to rush into anything and make it worse for him.”

  “Worse than getting a morning BJ from a different woman every day, or a sponge bath and massage with a happy ending?” She stopped what she was doing and looked down at him with a shocked look on her face. “Oh, please don’t act like you don’t know that’s what’s going on with the club girls.”

  “I know full well how things work around here, but thanks for the subtle reminder.”

  “Why would it bother you is the question. You’re here in my bed so why the hell would you care who’s sucking Jimmy off every morning?”

  “Would you stop, please?”

  “Why?” Cody threw back the covers and stood up out of bed. “Why does it bother you to think about Jimmy with someone else? You want both of us, Macy? Is that what you want? You want Jimmy and me to only want you and no one else forever?” He was suddenly angry. He knew that he was being mean, but he didn’t care at the moment; she was pissing him off.

  “Why are you being like this? You’re the one that brought up Jimmy’s sex life, not me. All I said was that I didn’t want to flaunt us. Maybe you’re the one that’s jealous.”

  “Jealous? Of what?”

  “That Jimmy’s getting sucked off by a different woman every morning and you’re not!” She grabbed the rest of her things and said, “Maybe you’re the one that needs to decide if this is what you want or not, because I’m not going to be put in a rotation. I’m not a club girl.”

  “When the fuck did I ever treat you like one, and when the hell have I ever had a fucking rotation? Since we were kids we’ve made promises to each other to not get caught up in the lifestyle of this place. You’re the one that can’t seem to decide which man you want…” He caught himself. He hadn’t meant to say that, even though she was beginning to make him wonder. She obviously wanted him, but not enough to announce it to everyone else at the ranch, for fear of hurting Jimmy’s feelings? Or for fear of hurting any chance she might have of his taking her back someday? That was the problem—Cody honestly wasn’t sure which it was.

  “You son of a bitch!”

  “I’m sorry, Macy. Look, let’s start over…”

  “I don’t think so. I know it was a shock to you to come back and find me with Jimmy. I know that it sucks for your girlfriend to end up with your best friend. I know this whole situation sucks, okay? But I told you what happened and what led me and Jimmy to being together. You weren’t even supposed to be back for another seven years, Cody! What the fuck was I supposed to do all that time? I was just supposed to be alone? At least you didn’t come back and find out I was whoring my way through the rest of the club.”

  “You’re right. The whole situation sucks. I didn’t mean for this to turn into a whole big argument about the past again. What I meant was to make sure you understand that I’m not living in the fucking shadows to spare Jimmy’s feelings, just like the two of you didn’t seem to go to any great lengths to try and hide your relationship from me when I got back.”

  “We’re never going to be able to break free of the past, are we?” She suddenly didn’t sound angry any longer. She just sounded sad.

  “I want to. I want to be with my girlfriend, out in the open like every-fucking-body else.”

  “Every-fucking-body else around here is with whomever they want to be with here, out in the open. I want us to be different. I don’t want them to think I’m just jumping from one man to the next like…”

  “Like your mother? That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You’re the one that can’t let go of the past. You’re the one that’s so afraid of what people are going to think of you that you’ll never be able to walk into a room with me without wondering. It wasn’t a huge deal that you were with Jimmy because we were just kids when I went away. But if you’re with me all of a sudden now, you’re afraid of what they’re going to think…that’s it, right, Macy?”

  “Maybe. Maybe I’ll never stop being afraid of what they’re going to think.”

  “Then maybe you’re right. Maybe we need to put whatever this is on hold until you decide what’s more important…your happiness, or your reputation.”

  She didn’t say another word. She just gathered her things closer to her chest and left. Cody lay back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He was hurt by Macy’s refusal to be with him officially and it pissed him off, but in the short term, maybe it was a blessing. Maybe he needed to take care of his business with O’Toole first and move on from there.

  19

  It was early afternoon on Friday and Cody was at the club house, shooting pool with a guy named Beezy. He was one of the guys that had been in the club for as long as Cody could remember. He was short and stocky and he fit the stereotype of the guy with “little man’s syndrome.” He worked out constantly to make sure that even though he was shorter than the rest of the guys, he was just as muscular, if not more, than most of them. He also had a temper he kept on a hair trigger. He liked to fight and he’d taught Cody everything he knew about it before the boy went to prison. He had been shot about s
ix months before Cody got out, and he was going on about how out of shape he was and trying to get Cody to agree to spar with him.

  “I don’t want to fight you, Beezy. You’re still healing. What if I hurt you?” The bullet had damaged Beezy’s spine. The fact that he was standing upright and walking across the room was a miracle. Cody didn’t understand why the little guy wanted to tempt fate.

  Beezy rolled his blue eyes. “You think because you went and got all big and buff working out on the yard that you can kick my ass, kid?”

  Cody laughed, took his shot, and then said, “I didn’t say that. I just might hit you in the wrong place or something. I’ve heard all these stories about how hard you worked to walk again and prove the doctors wrong. That’s golden, man. I wouldn’t want to be the one that messed that shit up.”

  Beezy stood up straight from taking his shot. One of the club girls was walking by and he reached out and slapped her on the ass. She squeaked, but just smiled at him as she kept going. “You see that sweet little ass?” Cody looked at the girl again. She was probably barely out of her teens, but Beezy was right, she had one hell of an ass on her. He nodded and Beezy said, “I fucked that little piece every which way but loose a couple nights ago. Didn’t have a problem getting into position or rocking that boat, if you know what I mean. If I can do that, I can fight. Oh, and by the way, you gotta try her out. That chick gives the best head I’ve ever had. I swear to God. I’ve probably been gone down on by five hundred women over the years and that girl…” He kissed his fingers and tossed them into the air. “Trés magnifique.”

  Cody laughed again. “Yeah, maybe I will,” he said. When he was a kid he looked up to guys like Beezy who had a different woman, or two, on their arm every night. Then he met Macy, and she was so traumatized by the way she’d had to grow up watching her mother and listening to what everyone said about her, that he’d realized it wasn’t all fun and games. He’d been so young when he got locked up that he hadn’t had the opportunity to be like the other guys, but he liked to think if he had, he would have still chosen being faithful to Macy. He hadn’t seen her since Wednesday morning. He had been looking for her, hoping that stupid fight they’d had was just that, a stupid fight that could be easily forgotten…but he got the feeling she was avoiding him. He waffled back and forth between waiting for her to come around and just rolling with it and taking advantage of all the fruits the ranch had to offer.

  “Hey, Cody!” Dax came in the front door and motioned at him. Cody looked at Beezy, who said:

  “We can finish this up later. It was kind of embarrassing the way I was kicking your ass anyways.”

  Cody rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Beez.” He handed him the pool stick and went over to see what Dax wanted. Dax was already at the bar and the prospect serving had already handed him a beer when Cody made it over. “Hey, Dax, what’s up?”

  “I talked to Liam. He’s cool with a couple of the Commies being here. As far as your friend and his dad are concerned, however, Mayhem just stopped by for a visit. I don’t want my business discussed with another club, understand?”

  “Of course. Thanks, Dax. This means a lot to me. There aren’t a lot of guys around here my age to hang out with. It’ll be fun.”

  Dax nodded. “One more thing.” Cody nodded back at him and waited. “We’re having a party tomorrow night while Mayhem is here. They’re celebrating a birthday for one of their guys and Liam asked if they could do it here.”

  “Okay, that’s cool.”

  “That’s not the one more thing,” Dax said. Cody waited again and he said, “We’re also patching Jimmy at the same party.”

  Once again that ugly feeling of jealousy shot through Cody’s body. Jimmy was going to be a full-fledged club member and Cody was still nothing, not even a prospect. “That’s cool,” he said again. “Then you’ll have room for another prospect?”

  “Yes, if you’re sure that’s what you want.” Cody’s feelings of jealousy were replaced by excitement.

  “It’s what I want,” he said, trying not to smile too broadly.

  “Okay then, we’ll do that tomorrow night too.”

  “Are you serious?”

  Dax raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t I usually?”

  Cody smiled. “Thanks, Dax, you won’t regret it.”

  Dax stood up, drained his beer, and left the cup on the bar. “I better not,” he said before he walked away. Cody sat there smiling for a long time. Being part of the Southside Skulls was all he ever wanted…that, and Macy. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Macy, but he had to smile again as he thought that whatever happened and whenever it happened, he’d be wearing a club patch…at least a prospect’s one. Hot damn! Finally.

  “Hi, Cody.” Cody looked up at the sound of the female voice and into a pair of green eyes that he hadn’t thought about in years, but had never forgotten.

  “Harley?” She laughed at the old nickname and nodded. The last time Cody saw those eyes he was just about thirteen years old and they belonged to a skinny, freckled-faced redhead. She’d wrecked her bike on the paved road that led along the side of the dirt one on the ranch and she was crying. Cody stopped and helped her. They forged a strange, and ultimately forbidden friendship from that meeting and even after her father moved her away from the “dirty biker haven,” as he called the ranch, Cody had never forgotten her. She was a wild thing, even back then. Everything they did together, they ultimately got caught. Her father thought that Cody was the bad influence, but Harley used to start those sentences with… “Have you ever tried…” Cody never said no, and the trouble they both got into afterwards didn’t even begin to take away from the fun times they had. “Oh my God…it’s been like…”

  “Eleven years,” she said, with a dazzling smile. Her teeth were perfectly white and straight, a far cry from the mouthful of braces that she’d had back then. The former brassiness of her wiry red hair had calmed into a dark auburn and it looked as smooth as silk and hung down across her back and shoulders. Her green eyes were still the focal point of her face, even set above high cheekbones and full lips. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, but they weren’t the kind of jeans the girls on the ranch wore. Hers were designer jeans with bling on the pockets and looked like they were tailored to fit her. Her blouse was a simple white cotton shirt with a collar, but the buttons were opened halfway down and underneath she wore a red tank top with the same kind of bling across the front that decorated her blue jeans. She looked gorgeous and completely out of place in the Southside Skulls Clubhouse. “Do I get a hug or are you just going to sit there staring at me?”

  “Shit, sorry.” Cody stood up and hugged her. She smelled damned good and he felt his body respond to that simple touch. He was slightly ashamed of himself. He’d just been thinking about Macy and here he was perving on a woman he hadn’t seen since she was thirteen years old. He held her back after they hugged and said, “What are you doing here?”

  She smiled and sat down on the stool next to the one he’d been sitting on. “Have a drink with me and I’ll tell you.”

  Cody asked the prospect to get him another beer and Hannah, which was the woman’s real name, asked for a bourbon and water. “Damn, Harley Yates…the one place I never thought I’d run into you would be our clubhouse, that’s for damned sure.”

  She laughed again. “You do know it was my father that had the problem with me being on the ranch and being friends with you, and not me, right? I used to love it here. Everybody was so free to just…live. I’d go home after coming over here and hanging out with you, and I felt like I was checking back into my prison cell every night. I was so mad at myself for letting my dad find out…this was my only happy place. After he made us move, I was miserable.”

  “I’m sorry. It was my fault that he found out.”

  “No, it wasn’t. You took me home because I drank too much of that strawberry wine. It would have been worse if I hadn’t gone home at all. He would have shown up over here with the cop
s, looking for me, and it would have been a mess.”

  They sat there for a second, both of them lost in their memories. Cody was the first to laugh again. “Strawberry wine…whoever thought that would be a good idea?”

  Hannah laughed. “If I recall, it was Jimmy’s idea. Is he still around?”

  “Yeah, he’s still here. Things don’t change a lot around this place.”

  Hannah looked across the room where Angel was talking to a guy that Cody didn’t know. He looked a lot like Angel in the face. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Hannah said. “There was a time that if anyone tried to tell me that those two would be here, I would have thought it true only if they were dressed all in black and were here to raid the place.”

  “I’m guessing you know Angel?”

  “Yes. I’m dating her brother, Kyle. That’s him that she’s talking to.”

  “Oh.” Cody wasn’t sure why the idea of Hannah being in a relationship bothered him. He still had no idea what his own situation with Macy was and he hadn’t even laid eyes on Hannah in eleven years. “He’s a cop too?”