Hook Up (Taking Chances Book 2)

by TC Matson

  “Nonsense.” She flicks her wrist as she stumbles away, heading straight into my room. Like a fucking magician, she yanks off her shirt and tosses it to the floor, revealing no bra and a beautiful set of tits I want my mouth on.

  Gritting my teeth, I squeeze my eyes shut, begging my will power to not fail me. She rubs her tits against me and glances up to me with bloodshot eyes.

  “Since the day I whooped your ass in volleyball, I’ve wanted to see what’s under your clothes. I want you…”

  “Aimee,” I warn.

  She reaches for my waistband and I grab her wrist, stopping her. But she’s not done fucking with me.

  “You know you want to crawl into that bed and fuck me.” She emphasizes the K and then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip.

  Oh, she has no earthly idea…

  “And, God I want you to. I’m so tired of fighting it.” She falls backward to the bed, her eyes never leaving mine. “Fuck me, Cody.”

  “I’m going to get you a bottle of water,” I choke and rush out of the room.

  I take the steps, two at a time, slipping down a few as I dart into the kitchen. Turning on the sink, I splash cold water on my face to get my shit together. Go fucking figure, the one woman I’m dying for offers me her body and I can’t touch it.

  After drying my face and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I head back up. The sight before me crosses my wires and I freeze at the doorframe. She’s passed out on my bed…naked except for a sexy pair of black lacy panties. The sight of one of my fantasies…

  Dammit.

  I pull the covers from under her and then tuck her in. Needing a shower—for obvious reasons—I quietly slip into the bathroom, strip while the water warms and get under the spray. My dick is raging mad, just as I knew it would be. Fisting it, I stroke it hard. Images of Aimee flash behind my lids. Her seductive moves combine with the nakedness of her in my bed. I picture running my hands over her skin as I take her underwear off with my teeth and lick her pussy. Now, she’s under me, writhing while she begs as I drive into her. My nuts begin to tighten, and I pump faster, faster, until I’m slammed with my orgasm. I drop my head back to the tile, grinding my teeth so tightly to keep from groaning, just in case the rest of the group has come home.

  Drying off, I head back to my room and throw on a pair of shorts before joining her in the bed…on top of the covers and with the door open. Yes, I could sleep in her bed, but then I wouldn’t be here in the morning when she wakes up, and I’m positive her reaction will be priceless.

  SIX

  The room is dim as I rip my eyes open. The sun isn’t fully up, only enough to begin lighting the world. A raging throb pierces my head, coercing me to squeeze my eyes back shut. It’s entirely too damn early to be awake.

  I roll to my back letting my arm fall to my side when it hits a body. My heart slaps my chest.

  Oh, no. What did I do?

  My eyes spring open and I jerk my head toward the heat. He has gray gym shorts on with no shirt, displaying his muscular chest, and a familiar square jaw relaxed in slumber. No cocky smirk, no sparkling emerald green eyes.

  Oh, no. No. No. No.

  I grab the edges of the sheet and start to lift, saying a silent prayer for clothes first, when his groggy voice startles the shit out of me.

  “You’re pretty naked under there. Only your panties.”

  Clutching the sheet to my chest in a death grip, I wrench away, sitting up. “What the fuck, Cody?”

  His chuckle is deeper in the mornings and I’m finding that I like it a lot. He rolls to his side. “Nothing happened. Other than you kissed me. I didn’t touch you although that can’t be said about you.”

  “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I have to quit drinking.

  “Shitfaced or not, you’d remember a night with me. You’d still feel me everywhere.” He shifts again, sitting up and placing his back against the headboard. “Plus, I left the door open and slept on top of the covers like a true gentleman.”

  A stabbing pain in my head causes me to wince. I close my eyes taking a few breaths to ease it.

  “There’s water and two Advil beside the bed.” The bed dips as he gets out. He pulls a t-shirt from the dresser and tosses it at me. “Put it on so you’ll be more comfortable.” He juts his chin to the shirt in my hands.

  The second he disappears out of the bedroom I shrug into his shirt and sniff the masculine scent that is Cody before scrambling out of the bed to get the rest of my clothes.

  I’ve never done a no-sex walk of shame before. Hell, for that matter, I’ve never done the escape from shame. But here I am rushing down the hall to my bedroom before he can reemerge from the bathroom. Quietly and quickly, I shut my door with my heart hammering behind my eyelids. That doesn’t help the throb in my skull. I need a steamy shower to soothe the ache in my head…

  * * *

  A three-hour nap and one long, hot shower later, I head downstairs to face my life. Everyone is sitting around the kitchen island eating when my gaze lands on Cody. He smirks at me with that damn sexy ass smirk—unfazed, like me waking up practically naked in his bed didn’t happen—and then takes a bite of his eggs before turning his attention back to Brady.

  “Good morning!” Brooklyn’s voice bellows in my ears, causing my skull to crack even more.

  Trying to relieve the pain, I dig my fingers into my forehead. “Morning.”

  “Brady and Shyla were sweet enough to make breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. There’s still some left.”

  Food. The thought is nauseating, but I know I should eat something.

  I’m scooping eggs onto my plate when Cody moves too closely behind me. “I ran to the store and bought some Pedialyte.” His whisper sweeps across my ear and erupts goosebumps on my skin.

  “Pedialyte?”

  “Only the best hangover cure. Mix it with your water. Trust me.”

  The thick rasp of his voice flips my stomach upside down before dipping it. His warmth disappears as he moves away and rinses off his plate before placing it in the dishwasher. Domesticated is sexy as hell.

  Doing as Cody said, I make my drink and take the empty seat beside the girls, picking at my food and eating small bites.

  “So, what happened last night?” Shyla wastes no time interrogating me after the guys leave the room.

  “I mixed way too many alcohols last night.”

  “No. With you and Cody. Please tell me you two didn’t…”

  “No.” I take a swallow of the orange-flavored water. “But apparently I kissed him.”

  Brooklyn exhales slowly. “Thank goodness. That would have made the rest of our vacation a little weird because my fiancé would have to bail me out of jail for kicking Cody’s ass had he taken advantage of you.”

  The thought makes me titter. “He was a true gentleman…I think.”

  I’m an idiot. I should’ve known drinking with Cody in such close proximity would have me tossing away my resolve. Fantasies, dreams, and alcohol shouldn’t be mixed together.

  Shyla nudges my shoulder with hers. “You realize you just gave him more ammo for shit talk, right?”

  I drop my head. “Yeah.” And that scares me. I’m already constantly fighting not to give in to him, not to fulfill my fantasies and my curiosity by exploiting our built-up sexual tension…It’s mentally draining, and physically painful. There’s no denying I’m attracted to him, that I want him, but for the sake of my circle, I can’t give in to temptation.

  I can handle him an hour or so at a time. But here? We’ll be close to each other for days making it hard to escape my perpetual sexual hell.

  “He’s going to come at you from all different angles now,” Shyla continues. “He’s going to make it hard for you.”

  Brooklyn giggles. “As opposed to her making him hard?”

  I roll my eyes.

  “We need some retail therapy,” Brooklyn declares.

  “Yes!” Shyla chirps.

  “C
ount me out. I’m going back to bed after breakfast,” I say.

  “You sure?”

  I place my hand on top of hers. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I need sleep to reboot my system.

  * * *

  Waking up from yet another nap to a quiet house means one thing—pool time. I change into my favorite bikini—a cute pastel pink with adorable little pineapples—and then ungracefully fall onto the hot pink float, hanging on for dear life as it tries bucking me off.

  Although I took a splendid nap, the warmth of the sun and soft cool ocean breeze with no distractions lulls me right back into the peacefulness of sleep.

  No clue how long I’ve been asleep, but a sudden splash startles the hell out of me and I jerk up just as Cody comes out of the water beside me like a sex-fueled dream.

  “You just scared the shit out of me!” I exclaim, my heart pounding with the fear. “I thought I was alone.”

  He folds his arms on the side of the float, resting his chin on top of his hands. His eyelashes are darker from the water, making the emerald-green pop. His hair is tousled. Water droplets litter his face and shift when he smirks.

  “The guys met up with their wives after their shopping spree to check out the winery.”

  “Isn’t wine your thing too?” I ask.

  “I’m not down for being the fifth wheel.”

  “You’re the third wheel to me and my float. So if you’ll excuse us, we’re napping.” I close my eyes and rest my head back.

  I should’ve known he wouldn’t leave. He always has different ideas. He splashes cold water across my face and chest. I gasp and lurch forward, which causes my float to teeter. I squeak, trying to counterbalance. Mischief stares back at me, his lips tic at the side, and I watch in slow motion as he grabs the corner of the float and lifts. I tumble backward into pool, the cool water momentarily stunning my hot skin.

  “Dammit, Cody!” I shout, breaking the surface and cupping my hands together to shove a wall of water into his face.

  He lunges forward, grabbing me by the wrist and yanks me to him. His hands go around my waist and he throws me up in the air. I squeal, flailing until I hit the water. Knowing I have no superpowers that could send him in the air as payback, I lunge forward, wrapping my hands around his head and shove it under. I’m cackling as I scramble to get away, splashing like a mad woman as I do.

  His fingers lace around my left ankle and he pulls me toward him, sending a wall of water into my face. Making a horrible attempt to save my life, I splash him back. The asshole lifts my leg high and it sinks me, regardless of how hard I fight to keep my face above water.

  Springing forward, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull. He doesn’t move. So I try hauling myself backward. He still doesn’t fricking move.

  “You’re going to have to do better than that, sweetheart.” He chuckles like a smug asshole.

  No matter what I do, he only wobbles but never goes under. Satisfied he’s proven I can’t take him down, he folds his arms around my waist, placing my body against his, and drops us both under the water before bringing us back up.

  “You’re an ass,” I laugh, wiping the water from my eyes.

  He flashes a devilish smirk. “Dangerous words since I can do it again.”

  My body is still against his with my arms still wrapped around his neck. My face is mere inches from his when our gazes meet and our laughs dissipate. This close, his eyes are vivid with flecks of sea green and jade weaved into the darkness of the emerald. They’re exotic and enthralling, dark and penetrating, staring at me with so much desire, my body tingles.

  Electricity crackles around us. Slowly, he leans in and when his mouth captures mine, I’m electrocuted. He plunges his tongue in to seek mine and when they meet, I whimper. One hand cups the back of my head and steals the control, deepening the kiss. My senses scramble, shorting out, and I don’t realize we’re moving until my back hits the side of the pool. Moving in between my thighs, he flexes his hips, pressing his dick against my center. The friction against my clit rips my mouth from his and I let out a sigh. He moves to my neck, kissing and licking the water off my skin. He rocks into me again, cupping my breast before pulling the fabric down to roll my nipple between his fingers. A needy moan leaves my mouth as he seeks my lips back out.

  I’ve wanted him for so long, craved to be touched by him, and I buckle to the salaciousness. The need to feel his skin under my palms makes me desperate. My hands are frantic to feel him, scraping across his broad shoulders, through his hair, over the muscles of his chest. Reaching between us, I move my hand up and down his dick over his swim shorts. He pants against my mouth, and I pant against his.

  Lifting me out of the water, he sits me on the side of the float. “Lie back,” he demands roughly and it’s sexy as hell.

  Fire blazes on my inner thigh where his mouth meets my skin. He drapes my legs over his shoulders, continuing to kiss closer and inching higher to the spot that throbs to be touched. His hands drag over the curve of my hips and he tucks his thumbs under the fabric to move it out of his way.

  A frenzy of heat starts at my toes and storms up my body when his tongue meets my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and I gasp my cry. A heavy tongue slides between my folds to my entrance, lapping and flicking before teasing my clit again and pressing two fingers into me. He groans as I mewl, writhing against his hand and face.

  He feasts on me like he’s starved.

  It’s a beautiful assault. Filthy delirium.

  As he pumps his hand, he sucks my clit with a torturous pressure. The ache burns brighter, my hips meeting the thrusts of his fingers. Feeling my orgasm fast approaching, I grab his hair and pull his face into me, grinding my pussy against his face.

  My orgasm rises, higher, and higher… My body tenses, twitching against the alternating hard and gentle flicks of his tongue as he finger fucks the hell out of me. Higher…higher…I shatter, blindly leaping off the cliff of ecstasy, mewling and chanting as the sensation slams into me with the force of a tsunami.

  “Shit,” he hisses, removing his mouth and fingers, and tugs my bikini back in place before shoving away quickly.

  I fall off the wave, not fully riding it all the way. A new fire burns in my eyes as I jerk, sitting up. “What the fuck do—”

  The French doors push open and Brooklyn steps out followed by the rest. “Girl! You missed the best lunch at this cute little winery.”

  Clearing my throat, I plaster on a smile I hope hides the fact I’m bitter about losing the best orgasm ever. “You had me until you said winery.” I swim the few feet to the ladder. “The last thing I want to think about is drinking.”

  Although, after getting cut off in the middle of an orgasm, I may need to get shitfaced now.

  Shyla’s faces twists up as she takes in my face. “You still feeling bad? You look flush.”

  Oh my god. My gaze slides to Cody. He’s perched in the corner wearing a wry smirk with his arms draped over the sides as he watches me.

  “Yeah. I guess I’ve had too much sun.” I wrap myself in a towel trying to act like I didn’t just receive the best oral sex without a happy ending.

  “We’re going to hit up the pool table,” Nathan addresses Cody. “Join us.”

  Cody slips his hand under the water, adjusting himself with an obnoxiously cocky ass smirk, before getting out. “Sure.”

  I’m going to murder him in his sleep. That’s the only way I can face my friends after he now knows what I taste like. Because let’s face it, I didn’t just give him ammo to shit talk me. I handed him the entire gun.

  SEVEN

  Watching Aimee lose all inhibitions as she spilled into her orgasm, rocking against my face and hand with her needy moans, was the sexiest vision and one I plan to see again—multiple times. I hated leaving her in the middle of it, but I heard the car door and counted the steps in my head until I had to stop before we got busted. She was burning with rage from being cut off early, but that glare o
nly turned me on. I’ll finish what I started, especially now knowing how she tastes now.

  Nathan and Brady have flanked my side since getting back from lunch with their wives. We played several games of pool and shot some hoops, but they wouldn’t let me lag behind when we went to the grocery store to pick up items for dinner tonight.

  We hang out by the grill, cooking the steaks and chicken while enjoying our beers and conversations. The women are busy in the kitchen making the sides.

  “Lindsay emailed the plans for the Fairmont projects last night,” Nathan says over his beer.

  “You better be telling me you saw the subject line and didn’t open them.”

  “I—”

  “Aw, hell, man,” I interrupt him, throwing up an arm. “You’re on your bachelor trip and you’re working? I hope you’re not getting laid upstairs.”

  Nathan chuckles at my antics as he shakes his head. “I didn’t open the files.”

  “It’s about time you take off work to enjoy yourself,” I say.

  “What about you? Have you not looked at anything?” Brady counters with a suspicion.

  Pulling my phone out, I toss it at Nathan. “Check it. I bet there are only fifty emails that need my attention per Mary.”

  “How do two head honchos from the same company get away without working a little bit on their vacation?” Brady asks and then takes a swallow of his beer.

  “My boss approved my vacation; therefore, it was clearly insinuated I’m not lifting a damn finger for the job,” I tell him. “What about you, Bennett? Your boss is more of an asshole,” I tease.

  He hands my phone back without ever looking at it. “I’d be more afraid of your boss than mine. He can replace you.”

  “Pfftt. His company would sink because there is no one as skilled as I am.”

  “Nor anyone to keep him in his place,” he adds.

  “Precisely. Now, let’s shut the hell up about work and whose boss is worse. We’re on vacation.” I tip my bottle up and finish it off. “Who needs another beer?”