Page 5 of Cody (Maine Silver Foxes)

C ody

As I opened the screen door and stepped into the house, the thought crossed my mind that fate was a cruel bitch.

After going our separate ways the day before, I’d tried to push thoughts of Alina out of my head, but even the episode with Evelyn in my shower hadn’t managed to work her out of my mind.

When I was fucking a woman, I was with her, and I never thought about someone else. But I had during that blowjob.

That confirmed that I’d done the right thing in not asking Alina for her phone number that first time we’d met, when I’d assumed we’d never run into each other again.

I should have known better. Coldwater wasn’t that big, and I’d lived here long enough to know that small towns didn’t have secrets and there were no strangers amongst the population.

Something about Alina had gotten to me on more than just a sexual level, and that scared the ever-loving shit out of me because I wasn’t a one-woman man.

Yet here I was, inviting trouble by accepting an innocent cup of coffee with her because I’d seen her sweet ass covered in red silk and had wanted a bite out of her.

I wanted to get my hands on that ass, and looking at her now and the way her nipples peaked the thin silk of her nightgown, how her tits moved at her slightest movement, my dick was waking up.

When she turned to fix a cup of coffee for me, I reached down and rearranged it.

Hiding what she was doing to me was out of the question because I was a big man, so the most I could hope for was a more comfortable position.

And a prayer that she didn’t notice.

Alina turned with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands and an innocent smile on her face. Her hair was a mess, but it made me wonder if that was what it would look like after I’d run my fingers through it.

“Sugar or creamer?”

“Just black,” I grumbled. Despite the danger that I might act on my attraction to her, I stepped closer and reached for the cup, taking a cautious sip.

I studied her over the rim as steam floated up between us.

It was hot, but it had a good, strong flavor, just the way I liked it. “It’s good and strong. Thanks.”

Her smile grew until there was a light sparkling in the depths of her blue eyes. “Mom still uses a percolator,” she explained. “Would you, um, like something to eat? I could whip up some eggs—”

Was she fucking kidding me? I wanted to eat her for breakfast. I got the sense that there was a subtle invite for something more than breakfast behind her words. Was she more like me than I’d first thought? A woman who liked sex with no strings attached?

I could be so lucky!

I knew at that moment that I was going to have her.

But it wouldn’t be today. Nope. I’d invite her to dinner first.

“Already ate. I’m good. Thanks.” I’d wolfed down a banana and a couple of breakfast bars on the way there, just to take the edge off. Later I could eat the sandwiches that I’d packed in my saddle bag. “Need to get to work.”

I finished my coffee and edged closer to her to set the cup down, but that turned out to be a big mistake.

I caught a subtle whiff of rose and liked it.

My nostrils flared as I turned my face toward Alina and inhaled deeper.

Our gazes met. She knew what I was doing.

I was so tempted to move in another inch and run my nose up and down the side of her neck, just so I could get a better smell of her.

Her skin looked like silk, and her eyes dilated with awareness that revealed that she wouldn’t be opposed to my advances.

Fuck, I was screwed. I straightened up, determined not to cross the line.

She smiled with a knowing look swimming in her pretty eyes that almost made me say “fuck it” and plant my mouth on hers.

I wanted to kiss her, taste her, something fierce.

I didn’t usually keep temptation at bay, especially when something told me that the woman felt the same way. But I did this time by stepping away.

I didn’t let the disappointment that suddenly filled Alina’s eyes keep me from putting more distance between us.

She had no idea what kind of man I was. Yet .

I used women. Don’t get me wrong, I treated them well when they were in my bed, but satisfying an itch was the only thing I wanted them for.

I wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Didn’t want or need a wife. I liked my life exactly the way it was.

That’s why I’d never married. Not having a permanent woman in my life kept everything simple and my dick happy because he got lots of variety.

“I better get to work.”

I tucked my tail and exited the house like the hounds of hell were on my ass.

I didn’t want to hurt Alina, suddenly realizing that if I got involved with her that’s exactly how she would end up.

She wasn’t an Evelyn. She might welcome a one-night-stand but for me she was a forever kind of woman and deserved a one-woman man.

I was so fucking far from that it wasn’t funny.

My penchant for dating and sleeping with several women at the same time proved it.

I wasn’t exclusive to any woman, and if I fucked one more than once, I always made that very clear.

Hell, I’d made that very clear to Evelyn on several occasions when I’d sensed that she was starting to forget what our arrangement was.

And that was on me. I would have to make sure I didn’t get into that situation again.

Of all the women I’d gotten involved with, Evelyn had lasted the longest. It was more because of convenience than anything else.

I was too lazy to seek out someone else, and she lived close by.

I’d felt guilt breaking it off with her after that hot blowjob the night before, but she hadn’t taken it as hard as I’d thought she would.

And that worried me. Evelyn had a temper, and she showed it when she was pissed.

Her mundane reaction made me wonder what I might have to look forward to.

The first thing my gaze fell on when I reached the back of Dotty’s house was the stack of cut lumber and the dented metal toolbox.

The case on the ground next to it contained the saw that I would need.

King had told me that some of the boards needed to be replaced, and I wondered if he’d marked them.

I opened the screen door and stepped up onto the porch to check it out.

I stood there looking around for a minute, taking in the overall condition of the porch.

It looked years older than the rest of the house.

The wood was dark and weathered, giving it the appearance of being rotten.

The screen appeared rusty in some places, and there were holes where the grill had obviously melted it. The furniture was filthy and outdated.

I glanced up at the ceiling fan Dotty wanted replaced and snorted.

It was tilted, and two blades were missing.

I shook my head. In my opinion, replacing the rotten wood would just make the place look worse.

What she needed was a whole new porch. She wasn’t going to be happy with the finished results, I knew it in my gut.

I dug out my phone and called King.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m at Dotty’s. Did you even look at her porch when you dropped shit off?” Even I could hear the disgust in my voice.

“I had Simpson drop stuff off, so that would be a no. Why, is it bad?”

Simpson was the kid who ran errands for the crew and made supply runs. I released a frustrated breath. “She’s not going to be happy with a patch job, man. The whole porch is a disaster.”

“What are you suggesting?” I could hear the frown in King’s voice.

“I’m not suggesting anything. I’ll do what she wants done, but if it were left up to me I’d bulldoze over the whole thing and start from scratch.”

“Is she there?”

“Nope.” I glanced over the spacious back yard. It wasn’t fenced in, but a row of trees on all three sides created a natural one. “Her daughter is, though.”

“Alina’s back? I heard she was coming home. Tell her what you think and have Dotty get back to you.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to remind King that he was the one who’d taken on the job.

I had enough work to keep busy at my own place.

I didn’t mind passing on a message, but if Dotty decided on a new porch, she would have to make other arrangements.

I really didn’t have the time to do it myself.

“Will do,” I said, before hanging up. A movement drew my attention to where Alina was drawing back the drapes that hung in front of the sliding glass doors. Damn, she hadn’t changed yet, and my eyes ate her up where her nightgown climbed to expose more of her shapely legs.

Our eyes met and, in an instant, every filthy thing I wanted to do to her and every filthy thing I wanted her to do to me flashed through my mind.

I had to get out of there. I knew I should just leave and call Dotty on the phone.

But I didn’t. I walked over to the door and motioned Alina to open it.

I heard her undo the lock and then she slowly slid open the door.

I was a fool if I thought the screen door between us was enough to keep me from her.

As soon as I caught a whiff of her enticing scent, I slid the screen door out of my way so violently that it came off the track.

Alina caught her breath and stepped back as I entered the house as if I had every right to do so.

Suddenly the air between us was electrified, and I was acting on pure fucking lust.

I walked until her back was up against the wall.

She gasped at the impact, her lips parting.

The pupils in her startled eyes dilated.

The warm color filling her cheeks made me wonder if her nipples were the same color.

I watched her little pink tongue come out to run across her bottom lip, and that’s when something inside me snapped.

I grabbed her and swung her around so that she was facing the wall, reveling in her gasp of shock—or was it excitement? I then dragged her arms up above her head, placing her palms flat against the wall, and leaned my weight against her.

“Don’t be scared,” I whispered into her ear, nuzzling her silky skin and inhaling deeply.

“I’m not.” Her full-body shiver contradicted her words.

I ran my nose up and down the side of her neck, sucking in another deep breath.

“I haven’t been able to get you off my fucking mind since yesterday,” I confessed in a low rasp.

“Even while I let another woman go down on me, you were the one I was thinking of.” I wanted Alina to know what kind of bastard I was.

I wanted to scare her away.

I felt the change come over her as the words left my mouth.

As her body stiffened against me and she made a slight movement to pull away, I tightened my hands around her slender wrists and leaned in closer, trapping her with my body.

Her breathing hitched up. She wanted to be angry, but I could tell she was turned on.

“Nice,” she finally said, the disillusionment evident in her tone. “Why are you telling me this?”

There was no way she was jealous. We had no history between us. Yet I detected the bitterness in her tone.

“Because I want you to know I’m attracted to you, like I think you’re attracted to me.

I felt it when we met, and you did too, so don’t bother denying it.

If anything happens between us, I don’t want you to get your hopes up that it will lead to anything.

I’ll fuck you if you let me. But I’m not a one-woman man. Never have been.”

“An honest man though, huh?” she grunted. “I feel bad for the other women.”

“Don’t feel bad for them, baby. They know my reputation. They know going in that I don’t do exclusivity. All they want and expect from me is a night of raw, anything-goes-sex until we’re both satisfied.”

Her shiver told me what my words were doing to her. “Well, I thank you for the warning.”

Her tone, though husky, sounded strong and confident, yet I could feel the slight trembling of her body and pushed in tighter so she could feel the outline of my throbbing dick. “It would be so fucking good between us,” I whispered into her ear.

“Then what’s holding you back? No doubt you’re an expert.”

That got my attention, and I grinned. I took a gentle bite of her ear before growling, “Oh, baby, you have no idea what I can do to you. I know how to make it good. Good enough for you to feel me for days after.” I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Good enough that you’ll come back for more.”

“And what about you, Cody? What makes you think you have a monopoly on knowing how to give good sex? I have experience. I’ve had one-night-stands.”

That admission didn’t surprise me. It wasn’t uncommon for women to have one-night stands.

“What if I rock your world. Huh? What if I ruin you for other women?” She paused for a second. “What if you want more from me than I’m willing to give?”

The little minx! She had turned the tables on me, and just thinking about her eagerness made me want to take her now, up against the wall.

I groaned like a grizzly when she arched back and rubbed that sweet ass against my hard dick.

My legs weakened because it felt so good.

But the distant sound of a car driving up to the house caused us both to take in a calming breath and slow down the lust that was smoldering between us.

Dotty was back, and I needed to talk to her. Without a word, I stepped away and moved toward the front door.