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

by Jessie Cooke

  He pressed his palm into her clit after a while and while applying pressure he began moving it in tight circles. She was going wild now, straining against the restraints holding her down. “Fuck, Cody! Fuck! I can’t stand it! Fuck!” He didn’t say a word still. He kept pressing on her engorged clit and moving his hand just enough to stimulate it. He could tell when she was getting ready to come, not just by the loud noises she was making, but by the way her body began to tense up in places and shake in others. Just before she finished, he pulled his hand away. “Fuck!” she yelled out, but that was before she felt him replace it with his mouth. “Oh, God! Yes! Jesus, Cody! Fuck!”

  He started licking and sucking at her wet pussy, letting his tongue probe up inside of her and then slide down to the top of her ass and back up to where the slightest lick of her clit sent her into almost convulsive shakes. The orgasm was approaching again, rapidly, and this time when she was on the edge, Cody sucked her clit in between his teeth and held it there, flicking and torturing it with his tongue while her body tightened and twisted and she used words that Cody had never even heard before. He slowly released the pressure he was holding her clit with and then gently rubbed her pussy until the orgasm passed and she was lying in a sweaty heap, gasping and panting. She looked so hot that Cody thought he could almost come just seeing her tied up and satisfied like that. That thought only lasted a few second though until she started moving her hips again and whispering, “Fuck me now, Cody…please.”

  He climbed up over her, but he didn’t put his cock in her pussy. Instead he wiped the pussy juice he had on his fingers across her lips and then he licked it off. Then he sucked on her breasts some more, making her whimper and plead louder, and then he moved up so that he was straddling her neck and he pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. She opened her mouth and took it in hungrily. Cody watched her suck him in as far as she could and then let him pull back while she licked him all over with her wet tongue. He moved his hips in and out while she sucked on his cock, fucking her mouth slowly. He closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and reached down and took her nipples between his fingers. His thrusts became faster and harder and he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat as he pulled, pinched, and twisted her nipples. She was gasping for breath, but not trying to pull away as he repeatedly thrust his thick cock in her mouth. He was so close…right on the verge…when he finally pulled back. She whimpered again when he took it away.

  Cody stood up, which seemed to surprise her. She expected him to fuck her, but he wasn’t ready to do that just yet. Instead he walked up to the head of the bed and untied her right hand. Then he took it and placed it around his cock and covered it with his own. He started moving her hand up and down the shaft of his cock, watching as they stroked him together. After a few seconds, he took his hand away and let her go at it herself. She was good at it…so fucking good. She knew just how hard to squeeze and how hard to stroke, and every so often she’d let go of the shaft and let her hand run down between his legs and caress his balls. He reached down and grabbed the back of her head by her hair and pulled her mouth over the side of the bed. He had to spread his legs wider so that he could get his sac up where he wanted it. Then he wrapped his fingers up tightly in her hair and pushed her face into it. Harley didn’t complain and she didn’t hesitate. She got busy licking and sucking while all the time hanging onto his cock with that one hand and slowly stroking her palm up and down the shaft.

  Cody let that go on for a while before he had to stop her again. He took her free hand and pulled it down so that her fingers were touching her swollen clit. She moaned and without any more prompting than that, she began to masturbate herself while he watched. She rubbed her clit hard and then let her fingers drift down between her legs and dip into the pool of wetness there before coming back up and finding that clit again. “Are you watching me, Cody? You like to watch me? Watch me, baby,” she said in a strained voice. “Watch me come again for you.” He was breathing heavy and touching himself lightly while he watched her. She looked so sexy and she was completely into it then, pressing hard into her clit as she rubbed it and holding her ass up off the bed. She began to pant and rub faster just before she exploded into her second or third orgasm of the night. That was when Cody had as much as he could take. He climbed up on top and straddled her again, shoving his cock into her soaked pussy with no warning. She gasped and Cody held onto her hips and fucked her, once again like an animal in heat. She used her free hand to touch his chest and run her palms across his nipples. He loved the stimulation, and it was only minutes before he grabbed her hips so hard that she thought he might leave finger marks and pulled her up so he could bury himself inside of her while he came.

  When he was finished, he collapsed on top of her and tried to catch his breath before he realized that she could probably hardly breathe. He rolled off her and lay next to her until the breathing of both of them returned to normal. When he could move again, he got up and undid the restraints. He reached up and took off the blindfold then, and it looked like it took her several seconds to get her eyesight back to normal. She looked at his face and said, “That was the most incredible fuck in history.”

  He grinned and lay back down next to her. She laid her head in the crook of her arm and he pulled her in so their bodies were stuck together. “I agree,” he said, kissing her on top of the head.

  “We should do it again,” she said. He laughed out loud. This woman was going to kill him.

  “Sure, baby…in the morning.”

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  Whatever had happened in West Virginia put Dax on top of the world. Cody didn’t remember ever seeing him in such a good mood. The following week was filled with one party after the other, and Cody didn’t even mind that he was the one that got to clean it all up afterwards. He did miss Harley—since she and Angel had finals coming up, she told him she wouldn’t be around much that week—but the guys kept him so busy serving beer and cleaning up their messes that he wouldn’t have had much time to sneak off with her anyways.

  The one thing he did notice besides Dax’s and the rest of the executive board’s good mood, was that security was beefed up around the ranch. The guardhouse was staffed around the clock with three armed men, and a new iron gate was installed with cameras and able to be locked down by pushing a button up at the clubhouse. Cody figured most of that had to do with Liam being pissed off still, but he knew that whatever went down in West Virginia had definitely made their relations with Irish Mayhem worse.

  That week something else happened that Cody considered a good thing. Macy and Jimmy began coming around the clubhouse more often and the three of them were not only civil, but when Cody had the time, they shot a few games of pool together or threw darts. Macy seemed happy and Jimmy didn’t watch them suspiciously like he had before. Cody was happy to realize that the residual feelings he had for Macy were gone. He was left with a warm feeling of love for her like a man might have for his sister, and he was finally convinced that what the two of them had thought was everlasting love was a simple case of first, young love.

  It was Saturday, just over a week after the club’s trip to West Virginia when Dax asked Cody into the meeting room. He was slightly anxious when he walked in and saw that the whole executive board was there in their seats.

  “Hey, Cody, have a seat,” Dax told him. “We just finished up our weekly meeting and there was something on the agenda involving you. I presented it, we took a vote, and now all we need is to find out if it’s still what you want.”

  Cody felt a tickle of anticipation in his stomach. Dax had to be talking about Johnny O’Toole. Finally, over eight years later, he’d get to look the son of a bitch in the face that had ordered the murder of his brother—he hoped. “Okay” was what he said to Dax.

  “I’ve put forward that its past time Johnny O’Toole was dealt with. Keller’s been gone for eight and a half years. You’ve suffered for it, we’ve all suffered for it. For a long time, this club wasn’t str
ong enough to handle something like that, but we’ve gotten stronger and richer and now is the time.”

  Cody couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face. “Thank you, Dax.”

  Dax smiled. “Don’t thank me yet. I’ve been working up a plan, but it has to be approved and voted on still. Johnny O’Toole is one of the most well-guarded men in America. It would almost be easier to take on the Secret Service and go after the President. But, if we do this right, I think we can get in and out without any injuries or fatalities and without leaving a trail that leads back to us. As a matter of fact, I’m hoping to kill two birds with one stone here. Liam and his crew have been busy this past week dealing with the police. That might keep them busy for another week or two or three…but you can rest assured that the second he’s got free time and enough men, he’ll be knocking down our doors. I want to stop that before it happens.”

  “You want to set Liam up for…whatever we do to O’Toole?” Cody asked.

  “Exactly,” Dax said. “When we roll out of there, I want every witness in the place pointing fingers at Irish Mayhem…and we’re going to leave plenty of witnesses. I’d like to get in and out of there with Johnny’s being the only blood that’s spilled. That’s probably easier said than done, but if we do this right, I think we can stick close to that plan.”

  “So…I get to go with you?” Cody asked, tentatively. Dax smiled again. Handsome didn’t look happy, though, as Dax said,

  “Yes. This is your deal, Cody. Keller was your brother, and you lost him and eight years of your life because of this man. So yes, you get to be there. As a matter of fact, once we’re there, O’Toole is yours to do with as you see fit. We’ll be there as back-up and nothing more.”

  “Thank you!” Cody looked around at the other men. Handsome was the only one not smiling. “Thank you all. I won’t screw this up, I promise.”

  Dax nodded and said, “We have a meeting scheduled tomorrow morning with a guy from Jersey that’s providing us with the plans of Johnny’s estate. Once we have that, we can make some concrete plans about how to get in. I’d like to do this on the thirtieth, which is ten days from now. It’s also O’Toole’s birthday.”

  “His birthday?” Cody asked. “Won’t that mean there will be more people around?”

  “Nope,” Dax shook his head. “Johnny O’Toole is a weirdo who hates the fact that he’s getting old. He spends his birthdays mostly alone. He starts the day out with a swim and then a soak in the Jacuzzi. Then he gets a massage and has a leisurely breakfast on his terrace.”

  “How do you know all of this?”

  Dax smiled. “I’ve got a lot of friends. So, Jersey is a four-hour drive. We’ll leave at dawn and be there by the time Johnny is finished with his massage and on the terrace, sipping his tea.”

  Cody was stoked. He left the meeting room feeling like he was on top of the world. He knew that Harley was studying, but he had to tell someone. He snuck out of the clubhouse before anyone found anything ridiculous for him to do and sent her a text:

  “Are you busy?”

  “Studying. What’s up?”

  “I miss you.”

  “Aw, really?”

  “Yeah, really. I got some good news today and you were the one person that I wanted to share it with.”

  “I could take a break…a short one…but I don’t know, it takes me a while to drive out to the ranch.”

  “I’ll come to you.” She still lived with her parents. He could almost picture her laughing. There was a long hesitation and then she finally texted back.

  “I’m kind of hungry. How about you meet me at the new bar and grill on Melrose?”

  Cody hated those fancy places—he always felt out of place—but tonight it didn’t matter. He just wanted to see Harley. “Okay, in an hour?”

  “You got it, prospect.” He laughed and went to get his bike. He thought about changing out of his jeans and vest first, but he really didn’t want to go back inside and get caught up doing something that would make him late. If the townies had a problem with his clothes, fuck ’em, he didn’t care.

  He drove slowly into town, enjoying the coolness of the night air. The days had been warm, but the nights cooled down nicely. When he got to the restaurant he parked his bike and before he even got inside he heard some asshole say, “Better duck and run for cover, the Skulls are in town.” He was going to keep walking, he really was, but then the asshole’s friend, an even bigger asshole, apparently, said:

  “No worries, it’s just a prospect. That’s how bikers say ‘retard.’” Cody spun around and as soon as he did he felt a soft hand on his arm.

  “Let it go, prospect.” Harley had magically appeared at his side. He looked down at her and back over at the assholes with the big mouths. “They’re not worth it.”

  Cody took a deep breath and slid his arm around Harley’s shoulders. Cody’s being with a woman that looked like Harley ought to be enough to piss them off. As they were walking inside though, he couldn’t resist—he raised his middle finger. One of the punks took a step toward him, and Cody stopped and smiled. His friend, realizing maybe they were pushing their luck, put his hand on the first one’s shoulder and pulled him back.

  Once they were inside, Harley asked for a table for two. The man at the counter looked like he might be the manager. He gave Cody a once-over, and Cody braced himself for the guy telling him there was a dress code and he’d have to leave. Harley smiled at him before he did and said, “My daddy brings his business associates here all the time and he loves it. Trust me, if the District Attorney of the county doesn’t like something, people hear about it. You know what I mean?”

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  The manager cleared his throat uncomfortably and smiled back at her. “You’re DA Yates’ daughter?”

  “Yes, that’s my daddy. I’m Hannah Yates, and this is my good friend Cody Miller.” The man shook Hannah’s outstretched hand and then looked at Cody’s. Cody smiled, even as the man looked at him like he was trash that had blown in off the street. He finally took the hand Cody was offering and gave it what Cody called a limp-dick shake. Then he called a young, slim blonde over and said, “Celia, show Miss Yates and her guest to a table, please.”

  “I’m sorry,” the girl said. “We’re cleaning our only empty one right now. Is the bar okay for a few minutes?”

  “Sure,” Harley said, giving the man another smile. The young girl led them to the bar and then gave Cody a once-over before telling them she’d be back as soon as the table was ready. At least she seemed to approve of him, he thought. “Sorry about that,” Harley said.

  “Not your fault.” He held onto the leather stool for her as she climbed up on it. Her legs fell open slightly and he couldn’t help himself; he bent his neck slightly so he could look up her little skirt. She smiled and shook her head.

  “Pervert.”

  He grinned. “Guilty. It definitely makes it worth sticking this out.”

  She raised an eyebrow as he sat down on his seat. “Sticking this out?”

  “This place,” he said. “These people.”

  “Oh, darn. It’s been over a week and I’m horny as hell. I was hoping you were planning on sticking something else out.” She was whispering but Cody looked around, just to make sure no one was near enough to hear.

  He whispered too. “You know you can just pull that out any time you want it…and I think you’re the perv.”

  She giggled. “Stop, or I’ll have to take you in the ladies’ bathroom and have my way with you.” The bartender interrupted their sexual banter to take their orders. Harley ordered a Midori Sour and Cody got a beer. When he was gone, Harley put her hand down under the counter and onto his thigh. “I really am horny,” she said.

  Cody felt his body heat up. He’d honestly just wanted to see her and talk to her…but now he couldn’t think about anything but getting her naked. “So,” he said as the bartender sat their drinks in front of them, “Dax is setting it up so that I get to meet the man that
…took my brother away.”

  Harley was rubbing his thigh, but she stopped and waited for the bartender to step back again before she whispered, “The guy that set Keller up?”

  “Yeah.”

  “The big loan shark guy that nobody can touch?”

  “Yeah, but Dax has a plan.”

  “Shit. I don’t like it.”

  Cody laughed. “You haven’t even heard it.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t want you to be put in any kind of situation where you might get hurt.”

  “Wow, I never imagined you as the overprotective type.”

  “Stop it. I’m not overprotective. I just…I just don’t want you hurt, that’s all.”

  “I won’t get hurt.”

  “You’re not invincible.”

  “Dax is, and he’ll make sure that I don’t get hurt.”

  “Oh, Dax is fucking Superman?”

  “Hey.” Cody had been kidding, but Harley really seemed to be getting angry. “Don’t be mad at me, I’m kidding. I’ll be careful, I promise.”