“Then we’ll just have to be fast,” he answers as he turns me around so I’m facing the wall. Cody glides his palms up my spine and then down each of my arms, one by one lifting my hands so they brace me against the stone shower wall, running his thumb over the ring on my left hand.
Cody skims his nose down my neck, behind my ear. Nipping as he goes. He takes my hips in his Strong hands and gently tips them back. I have a second to prepare before he plunges in deep. I call out. His strokes are hard and fast. His hands will no doubt leave bruises on my hips and I love it.
There is nothing sweet or gentle about what is happening here. But that doesn’t make it any less amazing. Or hot. But it dawns on me that Cody is marking his territory following the sudden appearance of my crappy ex-boyfriend demanding I follow him home.
My fingernails are not finding purchase on the stone wall as I try to find something to grab on to. Not that it matters. I’m already gone. We fall to the shower floor as I lose my grip but Cody never separates from me. We land with me cradled in his arms, his knees taking the brunt of the fall. My ass the rest. As we settle on the ground, me balanced on my ass, my shoulders held off the tile floor by Cody’s strong arms, Cody balanced on his knees with one palm on the floor for support. He manages to bring his thrusts to a crescendo. Harder and faster. Both of us there. I feel the sting as the power of Cody’s movements scrapes my ass against the tile floor but it does not stop me. I call out again as I come. Cody shouts my name as he comes with me.
We lay there for a minute lost in each other’s arms as we catch our breath. When our hearts slow down, he kisses me long and sweet on the mouth before pulling from my body and standing up. He reaches a hand out to help me up off the ground and I take it.
“There’s no other woman like you, Angel,” he says as he kisses the tip of my nose and then quickly washes both of our bodies.
By the time we dry off and step out of the shower, we need to hustle. Cody runs to the closet and throws on a navy blue suit, black dress shoes and socks, and a white dress shirt, no tie, opened at the collar. Holy, shit he’s hot. I gawk as I watch him in the bathroom mirror.
I run the opposite way to the bathroom and quickly pin my unruly curls up in a bun on top of my head. I’m doing my makeup in the mirror when I notice him behind me. I have my foundation and powder on already and I’m using a big fluffy brush to apply my pink blush to my cheeks.
“What?” I ask. But he doesn’t answer me.
“Mable, you still here?” He shouts down the stairs. When he is greeted with no answer back from either Aunt Mable or Joe, he looks at me again. “We’re going to be a little late.”
“No, we’re already late.”
“Okay, we’re going to be more late,” I give him my best stern look but he just carries on. “You should of thought about consequences before you stood there gloriously naked, bent over my bathroom counter doing what you’re doing.”
“It’s just makeup,” I shout.
“It might be, but it’s really you naked, bent over my bathroom counter,” he tells me. I turn around and look at him. Really look at him. His hazel eyes are glowing as he looks at me. His suit is perfect for his body, in fact, I’d bet it was custom made it fits him so well. As I continue to take stock of how handsome he is I notice the front if his slacks is appearing to have some problems.
“Well, I guess the day a man gets engaged, real or fake, is an important one,” I say as I skim my fingers down the row of buttons on his shirt, stopping only at his belt to unbuckle it.
“That, it is. That it is,” his retort is husky.
I unhook his pants and slowly lower the zipper, tucking my fingers into the waistband as I push his slacks and boxers down to his knees. His erection springs free. I scrape my nails down his thighs as I lower myself to my knees. I take him in my hand and slowly stroke him before leaning forward to take him in my mouth. Cody runs his fingertips over my jaw and I look up and into his eyes as I take him all the way into my mouth. I decide then that this will be the best blow job of my life. Hollowing my cheeks, I move up and down his cock. He leans forward, gripping the edge of the countertop behind me.
I don’t let up on him. And before I know it he’s growing in my mouth. He tries to pull back, but I grab on to his hips with my hands and pull his body closer to me, his cock deeper in my mouth. He growls as he comes down my throat.
I stand back up and pretending like that didn’t just happen, finish putting on my makeup with a little nude shimmery eye shadow and black mascara. My lips need no lipstick as they are swollen and pink, so I add a little clear gloss that’s cherry flavored.
Cody is still standing there, gripping the counter around me, his cock still hang out of his pants. I just wink at him in the mirror, ducking under his arm I saunter to the closet, swinging my hips as I go knowing he’s watching and the look on his face promises retribution. Yipee!
When we walked into Cody’s grandparents’ house everyone was already there and imbibing in the free flowing cocktails. I did not feel this boded well for the situation. The assembled crowd which included an angry looking Aunt Mable, both sets of Cody’s grandparents, his parents, a sour faced Joe, Sam and his wife, Holt, and the Mayor. Which I thought was weird. He looked to be his usual cranky self. Yay! How fun.
We were all called to dinner and sat around the long dining room table. Cody’s grandfather at one end, his grandmother next to him. Aunt Mable fought the Mayor for the other end of the table and won, he still sat next to her. Cody’s parents sat next to him and that left me to sit in between Joe and Cody. Fuck my life. Do you even wonder how you end up in certain situations? Well, lately, that’s every damn day of my life.
“Do you have any idea of what kind of a wedding you would like, dear?” Mrs. Reynolds asks me.
“I’m not sure yet. It all happened so suddenly,” I smile at her.
“Do you think you’d like to have the wedding here at the ranch?” His grandmother asks me hopefully.
“That sounds lovely!” Mable chimes in. I look to Cody for help but he just smiles indulgently at me.
“Angel can have whatever she wants. I’m just happy to be the man she’ll be meeting at the alter,” he says over the soup course. Deserter! Things went a little sideways over the prime rib and twice baked potatoes when the conversation turned to when.
“I think you’d make a lovely June bride,” Mable says sweetly. I coughed on my delicious prime rib.
“That’s a splendid idea! I think us ladies could put a wedding together for the beginning of June,” Mrs. Reynolds claps. “What do you say ladies?!” Which was met with raucous cheers from Cody’s grandmothers and Mable.
“Don’t you think this is all a bit sudden?” The Mayor snaps.
