Page 3 of Cody (Maine Silver Foxes)

C ody

Damn. I watched for a moment as Alina drove away.

I regretted not getting her phone number.

I hadn’t been afraid to ask. I’d just questioned my intentions.

I wasn’t into hurting women, wasn’t into serious relationships, and I got the impression that it would hurt her when she realized that all I wanted women for was to scratch an itch.

I had been involved in a committed relationship once, and it hadn’t ended well. Love was a hard emotion to move on from, and I’d loved Maggie with everything I had in me.

Betrayal was even harder to get over. I’d thought she loved me too, only to find out that she’d cheated on me with our neighbor every time I’d been deployed, which was often. Learning of her betrayal had nearly destroyed me.

Keeping shit friendly and casual and non-exclusive suited me and my fuck buddies. Still, there had been something about Alina, aside from her beauty, that had drawn me in surprisingly fast, something deeper than I was comfortable with acknowledging.

I sighed heavily and headed for my truck, thoughts of a hot shower, something to eat, and a few cold ones calling my name.

I made the turn onto my property, and my cabin came into view about a quarter-mile down the makeshift dirt road.

But that wasn’t the only thing I saw. My lips turned down into a frown when I saw Evelyn’s car parked in front of the house.

What the hell was she doing here? I didn’t like this, not one bit.

Sure, we dated occasionally and fucked, but she knew what we were and what we weren’t.

She knew that I dated other women and that I had no interest in pursuing anything permanent with her.

This was the first time she had just shown up uninvited, and the fact that she wasn’t sitting in her car told me she was inside the house.

I knew I should have gotten my key back from her.

I stomped my boots on the mat right outside the door before opening it and stepping inside. Since my living space was an open floorplan, I was able to see that Evelyn was doing something at the stove. And then the aroma of something warm and delicious assailed my nostrils.

Her back was to me, her movements drawing my gaze to her generous ass. She was dressed as if we were going on a date, and I had to take a minute to search my memory. Did we have a date tonight? Nope, I hadn’t forgotten anything.

I realized now that I had made a mistake in giving her a key.

I resented that she’d made herself to home in my domain.

I rarely brought women into my personal space because I didn’t want them to get the wrong idea.

“What the hell are you doing here, Evelyn?” I shut the door behind me irritably, forgetting to kick off my work boots.

She turned from the stove, all smiles and looking hot in a clinging, wrap-style dress that did wonders for her curves.

There was no question that she was a looker—tall and graceful with long, blonde hair and brown eyes, her full lips bright red because she knew I liked seeing that shit on my dick. Her agenda was clear.

“Hi, handsome! I thought you might like to come home to a hot meal after working all day,” she explained with an innocence that I knew was contrived. She stepped close to the island that separated us.

Her expression revealed that she was going to ignore the scowl on my face. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d used her sex-appeal to get what she wanted. Usually, I caved to that manipulation because she was good in bed, but her appeal to me was over the minute she’d assumed I would welcome this.

I worked hard at keeping my emotions out of any physical connection I had with the women I dated.

If I began to suspect that they were developing feelings for me, I ended it between us without an ounce of remorse.

That was one of the reasons I made it clear with women from the start that I did not have monogamous relationships.

“I made your favorite.”

Meatloaf was my favorite, but hers wasn’t all that good. Of course, I’d never told her that. A horny man could put up with a lot of things if he knew he was going to get laid. I held out my hand. “You take a lot for granted,” I growled. “Key.”

Evelyn stared at me for a minute, as if she were trying to determine how serious I was. Something in my expression finally got through to her because she released a sigh and reached for her purse. She dug around inside until she found the key and then slapped it on the counter none too happily.

Her smile was completely gone now. “There!”

So, now she was mad. I decided to remind her of our situation. “You know what this is, Evelyn. I told you from the start that I wasn’t interested in a relationship. Friendship, an occasional meal, sex. That’s all.”

“So this is an occasional meal,” she clarified, and then pouted when my expression didn’t change to her liking, “You gave me your key, Cody.”

“The only reason I gave you a key was because you wanted to cook for me on my birthday.” A mistake I wouldn’t make again with any woman.

“I’m sorry if you misunderstood.” She hadn’t misunderstood anything.

Evelyn was a smart, sophisticated woman.

I knew in my gut that she knew exactly what she was doing. “We’re not exclusive.”

She jerked back slightly, as if I’d offended her. I hoped that she didn’t try to claim that she wasn’t screwing anyone else, because I knew about her and Ty, a fellow veteran from the legion hall who I was friends with.

“Listen, thank you for cooking dinner. I want to take a shower before we eat.” I picked up my key and headed for my bedroom. I knew I would have to break things off completely with her tonight before she left. It was clear that Evelyn wanted more than I could give her.

I stripped and stepped into the shower. I had just gotten the water temperature the way I liked it when I sensed Evelyn outside the shower door.

I could make out her outline as she undressed, and I knew that I should stop her.

But I didn’t. She slid open the door and joined me.

It wouldn’t be the first time we’d showered together.

I could tell from her expression that she was unsure if she was welcome.

As I lathered my chest, she reached forward for my dick.

It didn’t take long for her to make me hard, and with a knowing, slightly victorious smile she dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth.

Evelyn was good at giving head. I knew I was a bastard for letting her give me a blowjob when I’d already made up my mind to cut her loose, but my body didn’t seem to care.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back on my shoulders with a groan.

In my mind, it wasn’t Evelyn sucking my dick.

No, my hand was lost in long, black hair, and it was a curvy little pixie with startling blue eyes who had her mouth wrapped around my dick.

Fuck! When was the last time I’d imagined another woman while I was in the presence of someone else?

I was suddenly glad that I hadn’t asked Alina for her number. If I was feeling this strongly about the attraction I had for her, I might have done something stupid. I forced the image of her beautiful face out of my mind and focused on the present.

I began to move my hips, fucking Evelyn’s mouth until the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat.

Her moans mixed with mine, and she began to caress my balls enthusiastically.

I wasn’t going to last long. I knew she would expect me to fuck her afterwards, but that wasn’t going to happen. I could get her off with my fingers.

With a deep groan, I exploded in her mouth and continued to work my hips, slowing down as the feeling of utopia died away.

The sound of my breathing was harsh in the small enclosure of the shower, and I relaxed the hand in Evelyn’s hair so she could climb to her feet.

There was a satisfied smile of triumph on her face that said more than words.

“I better go check on dinner.”

I didn’t say anything as she left.