Page 15 of Accidentally Joining His Cult (Chicago Awakenings #1)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Beck

M y mood instantly lifts as I see Cody’s name light up my phone screen, requesting a video call. I’m the last person still stuck at the office, here way too late reviewing some final things that need my approval before tomorrow in preparation for our first game in the second round of the playoffs.

The players had a few days off between rounds because they won the first in four, and other teams ended up playing all seven games, but things seem busier than ever for the back office.

I smile as I answer, and his sexy face comes into view. “Hey, Goldie,” I greet him with a wink. He’s been blushing when I call him that, and I love watching his cheeks darken because of me.

“Hey,” he says softly, glancing away from the camera.

“What has you looking all shy and bashful?” I tease. He’s usually so confident.

“Who, me? Nothing, who’s shy? I’m not shy.”

“Oh my god, I was teasing,” I chuckle as I attempt to reassure him. “But I’ve never seen you like this. What’s up?”

He rolls his lips between his teeth, glancing up at me between his lashes. “I wanted to ask you something, but I’m worried about your answer,” he admits. “And I don’t want to push you or make you uncomfortable. It’s just that I can’t stop thinking about it, and I don’t know if I even want to know your answer?—”

“Cody,” I interrupt him, unable to hold back a smile at how endearing he is when he’s nervous.

“Yeah?”

“Take a deep breath,” I demand, and my cock twitches when he follows my command without hesitation. “Ask me,” I say in the same tone. “I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me.”

He finally relaxes, looking reassured by my answer. His shoulders rise with the deep breath he takes before continuing. “I was wondering if you’re seeing other people?” He says it like a question, even though he didn’t technically ask one.

My heart starts to race as my thoughts fly, trying to determine why he’s asking and what he wants my answer to be. Is he seeing other people? I fucking hope not. My stomach drops at the idea of him touching another man. Or a woman.

Apparently, I don’t just want to be his first man—I want to be the only man he’s been with.

I certainly don’t want to be with anyone else. Is that why he’s asking? Is there a chance he’s feeling as jealous as I am? Or did he hook up with someone and feel the need to tell me before his visit next week?

Fuck. This is why I don’t do relationships. How do people put up with these feelings?

Thankfully, I’m pulled from my spiral as he continues. “I was thinking that it might be nice if we could maybe not use condoms if the time comes, and I didn’t want to wait until we were in the moment in case you needed to get tested, but then I started thinking about how long it’s been since Florida, and I haven’t wanted to hook up with anyone else, but we also didn’t make any promises, and I know that you don’t do relationships…”

Each word makes the smile on my face grow wider. I feel like I could float away with how relieved I am by his nervous rambling.

“I have no desire to see anyone else,” I reassure him.

“Really?” He sits up straighter and beams. “I mean, cool, yeah, that’s good.” He tries and fails to sound casual.

“You’re so fucking adorable,” I tell him, and he preens, shimmying his shoulders and rolling his eyes playfully. “I was tested two weeks ago, and I haven’t been with anyone else either,” I inform him.

“So, no condoms?” he asks hopefully.

“No condoms,” I agree. Then I force myself to ask, “Are you alone?” before I tell him what I’m really thinking.

“Yeah, I’m home for the night.”

“Good, then I can tell you how hard I am at the thought of claiming you with nothing between us. I can’t wait to mark you as mine, to fill your virgin hole with my release.” My voice is like gravel as I cup my growing erection through my suit pants.

He lets out a desperate whimper before nodding. “I really want that.”

My heart races at his admission. I thought he’d need more time before he considered bottoming. “You want me to fuck you?” I clarify, needing to hear him say it. Because a part of me still doesn’t believe that this man went from straight to needy bottom in two seconds. But my big, bi, adorable man is still nodding adamantly, like the idea of me topping him would make him even happier.

Not my man like my boyfriend, I just meant…well, I’m not sure. I guess we did just agree to be exclusive.

Now is not the time for this commitment panic, so I force those thoughts to the back of my mind as he continues.

“I might have watched some gay porn,” he mutters softly, pulling me right back to the moment.

“And?” I prompt when he doesn’t continue.

“And… I kept focusing on the bottom, how blissed out they look. I liked it when you teased me while you were blowing me, I want to know what it would feel like to have you inside of me.”

“Fuck, Goldie,” I groan, quickly opening and shoving my pants down enough to pull out my aching cock.

I had my phone propped up on my desk so that he could only see my upper half, so I quickly adjust the angle and back up enough that he can see my hand moving up and down my hard dick, smearing the precum that’s already leaking from the swollen head.

He repositions his phone so I can see him strip down before sitting back on the edge of his couch. The silver necklace he always wears seems to glow against his tan skin, drawing my attention to the defined muscles of his chest. Then he spits in his hand and starts to work his perfect cock, pulling my attention there. It really is impressive—long and thick, with a few prominent veins running up the shaft.

I wish I was there in person so that I could attempt to swallow it down again, but I know that my self-restraint will be nonexistent when I do see him again if he’s offering me his ass.

“Did you see anything else you want to try?” I ask, my voice husky as I spit into my hand, wishing it was his mouth wrapped around me.

His blissed-out expression makes it seem like he’s struggling to focus. “Umm, there was this one thing.”

“Tell me,” I encourage.

He gets out a few words at a time as he struggles to answer while visibly approaching his release. “While the top was prepping the bottom, he used his mouth before adding fingers.”

“I can’t wait to eat your ass, baby,” I quickly respond. “I’ll worship your hole with my tongue like a starving man finally allowed salvation. Then I’ll fuck you with it to open you up for me. I’ll take my time stretching you out, adding fingers until you’re desperate for my cock,” I promise.

“Oh, fuck, Beck!” He shouts my name out in a cry of ecstasy as I watch cum paint his chest and abs, spurring my own orgasm. I ride out the waves of pleasure, ignoring my now-stained shirt.

When I eventually calm down, I see he’s still staring dreamily at me, his release shining on his exposed muscles. “Good boys don’t waste cum,” I warn him.

He looks confused for a moment before I see his eyes darken and his full lips twist into an amused smirk. “What do you want me to do with it, sir?” he asks, and my dick stirs, already wanting another round. His teeth are digging into his bottom lip now, no doubt trying to stop a huge smile as he blinks at me expectantly.

Fuck me, what did I do to deserve this perfect man’s attention? “Clean it up with two fingers, and then I want you to pretend it’s my cock you’re licking clean,” I instruct.

He nods eagerly, doing precisely what I said, taking his time to really make a show of it before holding my gaze as he licks and sucks his fingers clean.

“Good boy,” I praise when he finally pulls off with a pop . “That was hotter than any porn I’ve ever seen. I wish I’d been recording somehow,” I say offhandedly.

“Do you want me to send you videos when I get myself off?” he offers, sounding very into the idea.

“You’d do that?”

“That sounds hot, knowing that you could watch me whenever you wanted. I already told you that I trust you,” he adds with a smile.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I say, still somewhat in shock about his offer.

He laughs and grabs his phone as he finally stands from the couch.

I remove my shirt and use it to wipe up the rest of my mess. Cody must have taken his phone with him to get dressed because I’m watching him pull on loose gray sweats in what appears to be his closet.

When we’re both settled and focused back on the phone, he’s giving me a shy smile. “Well, that was fun,” he says cheekily.

“It really was,” I agree.

“I miss you,” he admits, and his cheesy grin falls into a much softer smile.

A knot forms in my chest at his words. “Miss you too.”

I don’t know what we’re doing. Neither of us is in a position to compromise our career for the other. I’ve never been in a real relationship, and now that I think I want one, it seems impossible. But at the same time, I know we're not ready to say goodbye.

“I get to see you next week, though!” Cody adds, no doubt trying to lighten the mood.

“Thank fuck.”

Cody goes on to update me about his day, telling me about all of his friends that he saw and the presentations that he gave. I swear he could describe the most boring day and still make it sound like the best time.

I love that about him. How eternally happy he is.

I tell him about my day too, and then we talk about our plans for the rest of the week.

At some point, Cody moves to lie down in bed, his phone propped on the pillow beside him. His eyelids are growing heavy, and after the third yawn, I know I should say goodnight, but I can’t bring myself to end the call.

“Go to sleep,” I tell him, and when he starts to protest, I add, “I’ll stay on the line, but you need to rest.”

With a contented smile, he nods, eyes already closed. “Night, Beck,” he whispers.

“Goodnight, baby,” I say so quietly that I don’t think he hears. The term keeps slipping out without much thought, but looking at his peaceful expression, grinning even in sleep, it feels right.

After finding an old Werewolves t-shirt in the closet of my office, I settle back into work, reviewing everything I need to do before tomorrow. By the time I finish, it’s nearly one a.m. I leave the physical copies on Adrian’s desk with a note explaining I might be a little late in the morning and head back to my condo. I'm glad I drove today, even though it’s only a few blocks away. I hate walking when it’s this late, and I’m happy that I don’t need to bother anyone else to drive me at this hour.

I keep the video call with Cody up the entire time, carrying his beautiful sleeping face with me as I prepare for bed. When I finally get under my covers, I plug in my phone so that it’s lying next to me on another pillow.

With my eyes closed, the sound of his soft, steady breaths fills the room, pulling me back to the weekend I spent with him, curled in my arms. I can’t remember ever sleeping that soundly.

When I wake up the next morning to that god-awful alarm tone, Cody’s face is no longer filling my screen. I’m hit with a surprising wave of disappointment at the realization before I see a text from him.

Goldie

Waking up next to your sleeping face is my new favorite thing.

Goldie

Sorry I had to end the call. I had a sunrise hike this morning and knew I’d lose signal eventually.

Goldie

Wanted you to at least wake up to a text and not a dropped call.

Goldie

Thanks for last night. Can’t wait to spend the night with you again in person!