“Your boyfriend?” he asked. Alex noticed the tone of his voice had changed slightly.
“He moved out over six months ago,” Alex said. “God, now I’m even more embarrassed that I’ve been living like this since January.”
Cody smiled, looking relieved. “You ready?”
“I just need to get some shoes, hang on,” Alex said. “You can have a seat if you want, I’ll just be a sec.” She gestured to the couch as she walked back to her bedroom.
Cody watched her walk away, the light material of the sundress clinging to her body in a way he reacted physically to.
Alex grabbed the wet towel from her bed and hung it up in the bathroom. She slipped on some leather flip flops and grabbed a tin of lip balm from her nightstand. She was rubbing it on her lips as she walked out of her room and saw Cody staring at her.
“What?” she asked, blushing slightly.
“You’re really beautiful,” he said quietly.
She paused. Her impulse was to make light of it, to say something like, “No, I’m really hungry,” but Cody looked so sweet and sincere, she caught herself in time and instead just said, “Thank you.”
He broke his gaze away from her, shaking his head slightly and said, “I’m starving, let’s go get our grub on!”
Alex laughed, grabbed her phone and keys, and shoved them into a small wrist purse she had on the counter. Cody held the door open for Alex and she waited for him on her front step as he locked the door from inside. He closed the door tightly and made sure it was locked. Alex chuckled.
“What?” he asked.
“That’s such a cop thing to do—make sure my door is locked.”
Cody’s face flushed red and he looked embarrassed.
“No, it’s sweet,” Alex said, as she reached for his hand. It was big and warm and she felt comforted by it.
* * *
Cody drove them to a funky little restaurant on the coast, not far from where she had gone for her run. It was a rustic, wood-floored place with a large deck seating area that overlooked the beach. Alex had only ever been to the bar there and was skeptical about the food, but Cody assured her it would hit the spot.
They sat inside by a window and when the waitress came Cody ordered them each a bowl of clam chowder and a lobster roll to share, “with chips,” he said to the waitress. Alex ordered herself a glass of wine and found herself impressed that Cody hadn’t flirted with the waitress, even though she was very pretty and very friendly. Funny what you appreciate once you’ve been burned, she thought to herself.
The busboy brought them sourdough rolls with butter, and they both dug in unapologetically. After they had each inhaled a roll and grabbed for the lone third one remaining in the basket at the same time, they laughed at their single-mindedness. Cody pulled it apart, smeared butter on both pieces, and handed one to Alex.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. Cody held on to the roll tightly, and Alex had to tug it out of his hand. “Are you giving it reluctantly?” she asked.
“No, I’m giving it freely,” he replied. “I just want it the moment to last.” He smiled, his blue eyes sparkling.
“So, Cody Patrick,” Alex said, licking the butter off her fingers. “Tell me about yourself.”
“OK. What do you want to know? The traditional bio stuff?”
“Sure,” Alex said, pursing her lips. “Start there.”
“OK, well, I was born and raised in Colorado. Mom and Dad are still married, I have two brothers and one sister, and they all still live there.”
“Where are you in the birth order?”
“I’m the baby.”
“Really?” Alex said as the waitress brought their bowls of steaming hot chowder. “Oh my God, this smells so good!”
Alex and Cody dug into their meal and talked easily. Cody told her about growing up as the youngest, how his mom was a college professor and his dad a high school teacher. How they had travelled a lot as children—across the United States and in Europe as well, visiting his mother’s family, which was spread widely around Western Europe.
Alex found Cody’s life story interesting, and he was a good storyteller. She listened and ate while he talked. She finished her glass of wine just as the busboy cleared the bowls they had wiped clean with bread. The waitress was right behind him with a gigantic lobster roll and a steaming stack of hot fries.
“Oh my gosh, this place is so yummy!” Alex said, taking small bites off an extra-long french fry.
“Isn’t it?” Cody smiled at Alex. “I’m glad you like it.”
“The company isn’t bad either,” she said, smiling back.
“I’d have to agree. Here, take the first bite.” He pushed the plate towards her.
Alex picked up the overflowing sandwich and opened her mouth as wide as she could. As she tried to get as much of the sandwich in her mouth as she could she looked at Cody—he was laughing and very much enjoying watching her struggle. Lobster bits fell from her mouth onto the plate and she set the sandwich down, covering her mouth with her hand as she tried to chew.
“That was impressive Alex,” Cody said, raising his eyebrows.
Alex blushed and raised her eyebrows back in response.
“You’ve got skills!” he teased.
They shared the lobster roll and Cody continued with stories about his family. It was clear he was close to them, even though he lived in Scottsville now.
“So,” Alex said, when they had thrown in the towel and their tattered napkins lay on the plate next to a few stray fries and the butt end of the roll, “How did you end up here, in Scottsville?”
“International art theft,” he said. “I’m on a special assignment.”
Alex’s stomach contracted. She didn’t want to hear about his involvement with the case, with Heath. It made her feel sick thinking about her involvement and how Cody would react if he knew about her and one of his prime suspects.
“Hey, will you excuse me for a sec?” she interrupted him. “Is the restroom that way?” she asked, pointing to the bar area.
“Oh, yeah, right back there,” he said.
When she came out of the bathroom Cody was standing at the end of the hallway waiting for her with her purse in his hand. “I figured you were done. We can get an ice cream down the street if you want dessert.”
“Oh God, no,” she replied. “I’m stuffed.”
“Me too. Want to take a little walk on the beach?” he asked as they walked out the front door.
“Sure,” she said, shivering in the much cooler night air. The fog had rolled in and Alex was instantly chilled. “Do you happen to have an extra sweatshirt or anything in your car?”
“I think so,” Cody said, as he walked over to his truck and opened the door. He rummaged in the back, behind the driver’s seat, and came out with a big woolen fisherman’s sweater.
“Perfect!” Alex said, pulling it over her head. She poked her head out and shook her hair, laughing at the sleeves, which were about a foot longer than her arms.
Cody reached out and rolled the sleeves up for her. “It’s longer than your dress, too!”
Alex wrapped her arms around herself. “But it’s so cozy. Thank you.”
They walked along the beach on the pathway until it came to a dead end. Cody took Alex’s hand and pulled her on to the sand, where she kicked off her flip flops and bent over to pick them up. She carried them in her right hand as they walked back along the beach. It was low-tide so the sand was hard packed, and it was easy to walk on. Cody reached over and took Alex’s left hand in his.
“Is this OK?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, and he squeezed her hand gently.
“Can I ask you a question Alex?”
“Sure,” she said, looking up, trying to see stars, but the fog was too thick, the night too dark.
“What are you looking for?”
“Stars,” she said, turning to look at him.
“No,” he laughed, “I mean, in life, in a man. Are you
looking for random hook-ups or something more serious?”
Alex was silent.
“I mean,” he went on, “I can be down with the hook-ups. That’s cool—you know, if you like it, I love it. I don’t want to add stress to your life. I know you are busy. I’d love to be your friend with benefits, if that is what you want.”
“Is that what you want, Cody?” Alex asked, looking at her feet, trying not to get caught by the waves.
“Honestly? No, that is not really what I want. I like you, Alex. And not just because you’re sexy and fun. I want to get to know you better.”
As they walked in silence they came to a small cove, sheltered by rising cliffs. It was dark by this time, and Alex’s feet were getting cold.
“Ouch! Oh fuck!” Alex shouted.
“What happened?” Cody asked, concerned.
Alex hopped on one foot. “I stepped on a piece of glass or shell or something.”
Cody held her up. “Can you stand on it?”
Alex tried to put her foot down and felt a sharp pain. “No, fuck, it hurts! I gotta sit down and look at it.”
Cody looked around and saw a large tree stump further in the cove, by the cliffside. “We can sit over there and I’ll take a look at it. Here, let me help you.” He put his arm around her waist and propped her up, half carrying her to the tree stump. Alex sat down and put her foot up on her knee. Cody pulled his phone out of his pocket. “The handy, dandy flashlight app to the rescue!”
“Wow, I bet you were a Boy Scout,” Alex said, cringing as Cody moved her foot so he could see it better. “I’m a wuss,” she said. “If it’s bad, don’t tell me.”
Cody laughed. “Don’t move,” he said, “I think I see it.” She felt his hand grab her foot and then a tug. “Got it!”
“What was it?” she asked.
“A stick! Wanna see it?” He held up a thin piece of wood with blood on the end.
“Is that my blood?” she whined.
“Yes, but it’s not bleeding. I think you will survive, Miss Barton. Here, let me make sure,” he leaned over and kissed the bottom of her foot.
Alex laughed and tried to pull her foot away from him, but he held on to it. He kissed it again, and then the inside of her ankle too.
“That tickles,” Alex cried.
“Does this?” Cody asked, kissing her calf, then her knee, the inside of her thigh.
“Yes, a little,” she said, pulling him up. He was on his knees in front of her, her legs straddling him. He pushed up her dress and his sweater as he leaned in to kiss her.
Alex loved the warmth of his mouth, his full lips pressed against hers, his slightly salty-tasting tongue as it gently but eagerly met with hers. She moaned uncontrollably. Her reaction to him was instant, her pussy swelling. She laced her fingers into his belt loops and pulled his hips closer to her. She moved her hands around to his ass and grabbed his butt. This time he moaned. She pushed her hips into his and was rewarded by feeling his erection pressing against his jeans.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him in as close to her as she could, her tongue searching out his, her thighs squeezing his hips. He wrapped her in his arms, and pushed his hard cock in between her legs as best he could, with it straining against the denim of his pants. She pulled away from him and looked up and down the beach. She couldn’t see anyone or anything. Night had fallen and the beach was covered in a heavy blanket of fog. She moved to unbutton his jeans, but he grabbed her hands and stopped her.
“What?” she asked, looking up at him.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing? And guess what, I’m sober this time too!” She unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and pulled his fly open. She could see his cock outlined against his boxer briefs. She reached out and stroked him through his underpants. He was hard and swollen. He shuddered under her touch. She ran her fingers along the elastic band from the front to the small of his back. She reached in and ran her hands down his ass, slowly, and then grabbed his round buns and pulled him into her again. Her panties wet against his hard cock straining against the cotton of his briefs.
“Ohhhh,” Cody moaned as his hot breath hit her ear, his arms bracing himself on either side of her. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his, trapping him next to her. She looked up, his eyes were half closed and he was gently pushing his hips against hers in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. She met his movements with a slight circular motion. She took her right hand off of his ass and reached down to move her soaking wet underwear to the side. The tip of Cody’s cock was peeking out of the top of the elastic band below his navel and she raised her hips so that the warm flesh of her cunt touched the slick head of his cock. They both moaned at the same time.
“Oh Alex, you feel so hot, so wet, so good,” he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue out to trace the shape of her ear and suck on her earlobe.
“You are so hard, Cody, I want you,” she breathed back to him. “Don’t you want to put it inside me?” Alex arched her hips up even further, so the tip of Cody’s cock hit her clit at the perfect angle. He reacted by thrusting his hips towards her, and as she rocked her hips backward she could feel the band of his briefs roll down, exposing more of his cock. She moved her hips away, breaking the skin-to-skin contact for an instant, and then brought her pussy up to the tip of his cock again. With the same rolling of her hips she used the friction of her swollen lips against his hard shaft to pull his underwear down even more. This time it was enough, and his cock broke free of the confines of his underwear. She spread her legs as wide as she could and, with them wrapped around Cody’s strong thighs she pulled him in, bringing his cock to her hot, slick pussy. She held the tip of him there, and squeezed her vagina rhythmically on the head of his dick. She could feel his cock throb in response.
“Please tell me you have a condom with you,” she said.
Cody picked his right arm up and reached into his back pocket, where his wallet was. “Always be prepared,” he smiled as he fumbled with his wallet and pulled out a shiny metallic package. He let his wallet drop at his knees and ripped the packet open. Careful not to drop the condom in the sand he held it as Alex reached down between them to pull his underwear down even further. He held the base of his cock as he rolled the condom onto his swollen penis and when he was done he took her head in his hands and pulled her close for a slow, deep kiss.
As they kissed Alex reached down and placed the tip of his cock at her juicy entryway again and as she raised her hips slightly to meet him, Cody pushed his dick into her. It took her breath away and she gasped. “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
“No, no, God you feel so fucking good,” she said. “More, Cody, I want more, give me all of you.”
Cody put his hands back down beside her and thrust his hips towards her, as she met his thrusts with wide-open abandon. She loved the feeling of his cock inside her, filling her. He continued to thrust himself deep inside her and even as his breath grew more and more ragged and came faster he maintained the same, steady rhythm. It drove Alex crazy.
She grabbed his rock-hard ass, feeling his ass cheeks as they flexed with each thrust, each stroke of his cock in her pussy driving her crazier and crazier with lust. She thrust her hips at him faster, begged him to go faster, fuck her harder, but he maintained his torturously slow rhythm until she could no longer hold back and she began to spasm uncontrollably. It began in her groin, the walls of her vagina gripping Cody’s cock in a hot vise that made him throb and grow even larger, before his cock began to spasm too and he came so hard his whole body shook. Alex bit his shoulder in an effort to quell the scream that was building as the spasm worked its way up from her pussy to her stomach and back and down her legs to her toes. Her entire body rocked and jerked uncontrollably as Cody looked her in the eyes and let out a low, rumbling moan like nothing she had ever heard before.
“Alex, Alex, Alex,” he cried, finally slumping on to her. She released her bit
e on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him as his body heaved with aftershocks of pleasure and he caught his breath. His semi-hard cock slid out of her dripping wet pussy and she reached down to pull her underwear back over.
Cody collapsed over onto his side, his pants and underwear at his knees, his ass and legs now covered with sand. He pushed himself up on wobbly legs and turned away from Alex, looking surreptitiously up and down the beach to see if they had company. There was no one around, and the heavy fog muted any sounds that were made. He pulled the condom off his exhausted cock and looked for the wrapper in the sand. He found his wallet and put it back in his pocket. Alex stood up too, brushing the sand off her ass and pulling her dress down.
“What do I do with this?” Cody asked, his cum-filled rubber pinched between two fingers.
Alex laughed. “Gee, I don’t know. You can’t bury it or throw it in the ocean. Guess you need to hang on to it until we find a garbage can.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Oh well, it’s a small price to pay.” He stopped talking and pulled Alex close with his free hand. “You are smokin’ hot and simply amazing, Alex Barton.”
Alex felt embarrassed by the praise, but looked him right back and said, “So are you, Officer Patrick, so are you.” They smiled at each other and kissed. Then Cody took her hand and she grabbed her shoes and purse and they headed back the way they had come, Alex favoring her foot and Cody holding his garbage out to the side.
* * *
17
Chapter Seventeen
Once they got back to the path they found a garbage can for Cody to toss the rubber and wrapper in. Alex stopped and wiped the sand off her feet and slipped her flip flops back on. She was freezing now, and snuggled up to Cody as they walked the rest of the way back to his truck. The parking lot was nearly empty and the fog lent the scene an odd, muted feeling. They drove back to Alex’s apartment in satisfied silence, both of them satiated by the food and the al fresco lovemaking. Cody insisted on walking Alex back to her apartment. “Besides,” he said, “I would love to use your bathroom.”
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