DISTRACTION PART 7 (WWE CODY RHODES)
Summary: He’s allowed you in his head, allowed you to play mind games, allowed you to make him vulnerable, causing his match against your cousin at WrestleMania 39. Months later and he finally earns another match, just for you to start the distraction all over again, dwelling on the pass
• Parings: Cody Rhodes X Samoan fem readers
Warnings: mentions of sex (both past and potential), Intense sexual tension, emotional manipulation (use of sex as leverage or bargaining), sexual dialogue, explicit references to sexual arousal and desire, sexual acts described with physical detail, Alcohol use (minor), Profanity, 18+ only (Minors DNI), (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
You don't see him for days and that's the worst part—worse than the guilt, worse than the ache sitting heavy in your chest, worse than replaying the look on Jey's face when everything clicked for him. You call. Straight to voicemail. You text. Delivered. Never read. You linger backstage at every show, pretend you're not scanning hallways, locker rooms, corners where he might appear. You know better. He's avoiding you on purpose. And knowing that you deserve it doesn't make it hurt any less.
You tell yourself you'll give him space. You tell yourself you'll wait. You don't. You never do.
Because when you want something—when you need something—you get stubborn. Reckless. Desperate enough to stand in front of the one man who makes the air feel too thick in your lungs.
The hotel room door shuts behind you and his eyes lift slowly, brows rising, confusion flickering first, then something darker, heavier, hopeful in a way that makes your stomach twist. You can tell what he thought when you called him. You can practically hear it in the silence. WrestleMania week. Late night. Your voice. Him thinking you finally caved. Him thinking he'd finally get you the way he's wanted for far too long.
"You look..." he trails off, eyes dragging over you, "...different."
You swallow. "Cody, I need—"
He doesn't let you finish. His hand is on your waist, his body too close, heat everywhere, his mouth brushing your ear. "Couldn't wait, huh?" His voice drops, rough, possessive, and it sends that familiar shiver down your spine—the one you hate yourself for. "I knew you'd come back to me."
He kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips, hands everywhere like he's claiming ground, like he's been starving and you're the meal he's been promised. You hate how your body reacts. Hate the soft sound that slips from you before you can stop it. Hate that he knows. Hate that he smiles into your skin like he's already won.
"Cody—stop." You push at his chest, harder this time. "This isn't why I'm here."
That's when everything changes.
You pull away, breath uneven, heart pounding for a reason that has nothing to do with him, and you ask it—straight, desperate, humiliating. "I need you to help me get Jey to talk to me."
He steps back slowly like you slapped him, jaw tightening, eyes darkening with something ugly. "That's why you called me?"
You sit on the edge of the bed, shoulders sagging, hands twisting together. "If there's anyone he'll listen to right now, it's you."
Cody lets out a sharp laugh, turning away, leaning back against the table, arms crossing like he's holding himself together. "No."
"No," he repeats, firmer. "There's nothing I can say that'll change Jey's mind."
"You don't even know what I—"
"I know Jey," he cuts in. "And I know you." His eyes flick back to you. "You're both stubborn as hell. Once he's done, he's done."
You go quiet. The fight drains out of you all at once, leaving only exhaustion and that crushing weight in your chest. Figures. Even this was a mistake. Even coming to him.
Cody sighs, rubbing his face, then looks at you again—really looks. "That doesn't mean I won't help."
Your head snaps up. "What?"
"It just means I won't force him," he says. "I'll get you in the room. What happens after that is on you."
And now you're standing in a hotel hallway, heart trying to beat its way out of your ribs, the carpet too quiet beneath your feet, the door in front of you feeling like a loaded weapon. Cody steps up, knocks once. Firm. Confident.
You're already spiraling when the door opens.
Jey stands there, eyes landing on Cody first, brows furrowing. "What's up, man?"
The irritation flashes instantly—sharp, familiar, devastating. His hand moves to shut the door.
Cody stops it with his foot. "Hear her out."
"I don't wanna talk," Jey snaps, eyes never leaving you.
"You don't have to," Cody says calmly. "Just listen."
Jey's jaw tightens. Silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, until his eyes finally meet yours.
You don't even recognize your own voice when you whisper, "Please." For a moment, you think he'll still shut the door. You deserve that too.
Instead, he exhales sharply and steps back. "Five minutes."
The door opens wider. You glance at Cody, heart pounding, and he gives you a small nod. "I'll be right outside."
The door shuts behind you, and the silence between you and Jey is louder than anything you've ever heard.
The door clicks shut behind you and the silence crashes down immediately, thick and suffocating, pressing against your ribs until breathing feels like a conscious effort. Jey leans back against the table, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you like he's bracing for whatever damage you're about to do next. He doesn't say a word. He's waiting. You know he wants you to talk, but the moment stretches and you just... can't. Your mouth opens, then closes. Sorry sits on the tip of your tongue and you swallow it back hard. Sorry feels useless. Cheap. If the roles were reversed and he pulled something this fucked up on you, you'd tell him to shove that apology straight up his ass.
You avoid his gaze, letting your eyes wander around the room instead, anywhere but him. The bed is neatly made, untouched. His bag sits near the wall, half-packed like he was ready to leave at any second. Everything about the room feels controlled, restrained—just like him. You can almost hear the countdown in your head. Five minutes. He wasn't kidding. You're burning time and you know it, but your chest feels too tight to push the words out.
Your eyes land on his phone sitting on the dresser and before you can talk yourself out of it, you step closer and tap the screen. It lights up instantly. Almost midnight. WrestleMania night one is only hours away and your stomach twists at the reminder. But then you see it—his lock screen—and your breath catches painfully in your throat. It's an old picture. You and Jey as kids, arms thrown around each other, grinning like nothing in the world could touch you.
"Oh," you whisper, barely audible. Your chest aches, sharp and sudden, like someone pressed directly on a bruise you didn't know was still there.
You never meant to have a favorite, especially when you were just as close with Jimmy and Solo, but you and Jey always gravitated toward each other. You stuck together without thinking. He was the overprotective one, always hovering, always watching your back, and you never minded—not once. Even when you got older. Even when everything else got complicated. Seeing that picture now makes something crack open in you.
"I'm a horrible sister," you say suddenly, the words spilling out before you can stop them.
You turn to face him, finally, and meet his eyes. He's watching you closely now, something shifting behind the tension. You swallow hard and force yourself to keep going, afraid if you pause you'll lose your nerve. "I am," you repeat, shaking your head. "I don't even know how you still look at me. There hasn't been a single day since you left that I haven't thought about you. Not one. I wanted to call you so many times, Jey. I wanted to text you, to find you, to tell you everything. About me. About what I was doing. About Cody—" Your voice falters for half a second before you push through. "You don't know anything about that. About him. And that's on me."
You pace a little, hands curling into fists as you talk. "I love Jimmy. I love Solo. You know that. But you were the only one I wanted to talk to. You were the only one I needed. Being around you again—actually hanging out with you—it felt like old times. Like before all this bullshit. And that made it easier to ignore what I was really doing." Your throat tightens. "I agreed to Roman's plan. To distract you. To distract Cody. Seth too. And every time I laughed with you, every time you had my back like you always do, it made me feel sick because I knew I was lying to your face."
Jey looks down at the floor, shoulders tense, listening, and that almost hurts more than if he'd snapped at you. You take a shaky breath. "I see it now," you say quietly. "What kind of person Roman really is. He loves his family, yeah—but only up to a point. He's willing to hurt anyone, even his own blood, if it means keeping that title. And I can't be that person. I won't be."
The silence that follows is heavy, stretching until your nerves feel raw. When Jey finally speaks, his voice is low and controlled, and it cuts straight through you as he tells you how much you hurt him. How it felt like losing you. Again. You nod immediately, tears burning your eyes. "I know," you say quickly. "I know. And I know you don't want to hear this, and I know it doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry. I really am. I don't expect you to forgive me. I wouldn't if I were you." Your voice cracks despite your best effort. "But I love you. I always have."
The word hangs between you, fragile and dangerous. Jey's expression shifts, pain flashing across his face before he looks away. Another silence stretches out, thicker than before, and your heart pounds as you wait, terrified you've said too much—or not enough.
When he finally speaks again, his voice is rough. He tells you you're wrong. That if anyone else tried to apologize like that, he probably would've kicked them in the face. But he needed to hear it from you. He needed to know you meant it. He admits it's hard to stay mad at you, no matter how much you hurt him, because at the end of the day, you're his sister. That bond doesn't just disappear.
You don't realize you're crying until he tells you to come here. "Come here," he says quietly, and your feet move before your brain can catch up. As you step into his arms, you feel the wetness on your cheeks, the tears finally spilling free. He wraps his arms around you tightly, familiar and protective, and it breaks something open in you completely. You cling to him, burying your face against his shoulder, breathing him in like you've been holding your breath for years.
It's a hug that's long overdue. One you didn't realize how desperately you needed. And for the first time since everything fell apart, you finally feel like you can breathe.
The silence back to your hotel room was quiet. Cody's footsteps lingering beside you as he had insisted on walking you back before returning to his own. You had thanked Cody the moment you stepped out of Jey's room for helping him. He didn't need to help you. In fact, he could say no a thousand times and you will still understand. But he helped, and you were grateful for that. Your footsteps stopped at the front of your door, followed by Cody's and the two of you made eye contact. It was a clear tell that Cody wanted to say something to you, just by the way he was staring at you. You couldn't help but bite your lip before speaking. "What's on your mind righy now?" You asked. A chuckle escaped his lips as if you said something that should of been obvious. Because it was obvious.
"You," he spoke, with no hesitation. You sighed, taking in all the strength you need to just give him a simple smile. Why? You haven't fully admitted to him that you needed him just as much as he needed you. Parts of your regretted telling him that if he wins the title on night two then he can have you. Not because you had no clue if he's going to win, but because you needed him desperately. Needed him to touch you, embarrassing enough, you thought about the things he will do to you if he does win. Not the first time you thought about him late at night, and its not the first time you touched yourself at the thought of him. You knew the minute you head inside your room you will probably do just that. But again, that was something you will probably never admit out loud.
"Umm," you spoke looking down, nervously playing with your fingers. What the hell are you nervous y/n!? Get a grip! "Thank you, for tonight, helping me with Jey."
He doesn't say anything at first, just looked at you. And when you looked up to see his eyes on you, your nervousness skyrockets, parting your lips a bit. He looks down at your lips, then back at you. "This is your fifth time saying thank you, princess." He spoke. "That's all you said since spoken to him."
You realized he's taken a step closer to you. You don't move back. You couldn't considering you realized that your back was pressed against the wall next to your door. His eyes lingers down at you, towing over you and the air around you was suffocating. His voice suddenly dropped, roughly. The kind that made the pulse beat between your legs, almost making let out a shaky sigh, almost. You aren't that weak right now. "Do I make you nervous?"
His lips was pressed against your ears as he spoke, he then pulled back to look at you. Watching your reaction. However you notices his the minute he pulled back. His Adam's apple moving downwards, lips parting just like how yours did. He was trying his hardest to keep himself together.
You couldn't help but let the ego get to you as looked up at him, giving him a small smile. He noticed this and you can tell that he knew that you got him trapped.
You bit your lips again, this time with more need as you stared down at his lips, he watches you, and you knew he was going crazy just by that.
Suddenly you leaned up, kissing him. Your lips on his was slow, as you took control, slowly drifting your hands up his hair feeling it, but not pulling it. What you don't notice and you haven't noticed was his hands in his pocket. And the minute you kissed him, his hands slipped out like magic, now on your waist as you kiss him, his mentality was slowly slipping away.
You moved gracefully, towards him as his back was now on the opposite wall. You never allowed him to take control of the kiss, and never fought for it, only allowing you to painfully kiss slowly, you can hear the small broken groan from his lips as your hands move down to his chest, then back up to his hair, playing with it.
You suddenly broke the kiss, and your lips moved down to his neck. If you remember correctly, there was a certain spot on his neck that drove him crazy. Your lips kiss their was doing his collarbone and you could hear Cody sighing as he moves his neck back for access. You couldn't help but smirk, working your way right back up his neck, lips finally closing in on that spot of his right underneath his jawline. Your tongue slips out licking just that spot before kissing it, and repeating once again. You felt his hands tightening on your waist, his voice slipping out a moan. And the minute you heard that, you pulled away.
He looks at you in confusion, however your hand grabs his chin as you pulled him closer to him. "Win the damn title," You whispered to him,
You suddenly let go, turning around and walking towards your door. Unfortunately, you barely took a step before you felt an hand on your arm, yanking right back to where you were. Cody's lips suddenly attacks yours, not holding back at all.
You couldn't help but let down out a moan. That it self drives Cody crazy as he deepens the kiss, biting your lips harshly before sucking them, then kissing it once more. His hands tightening on your ass and you couldn't help but moan. Your head was spinning, you felt dizzy. But you knew in that moment you need him, desperately.
However he lets go of you, reality sets in as starting thinking about that kiss just a second ago. He looks down at you, seeing your reaction and pulls a smirk on his lips. "I'll see you Sunday princess."
And with that he walks off. You watched him leave and you couldn't help but sigh to yourself. Embarrassing to yourself, you one hundred percent knew that you needed to touch yourself after this.
And now, you really hope he wins that chairmanship.
Time doesn’t just slow down—it stretches, thins, feels like it’s being pulled taut around you as your eyes stay locked on the screen. Night Two of WrestleMania claws at your nerves from the opening bell, anxiety sitting sharp and restless in your chest. Your hands are cold. Your jaw is tight. Every breath feels like it’s waiting for something to go wrong.
Last night already set you on edge the moment Cody and Seth lost. The sound of the crowd when it happened still echoes in your ears, that sickening realization settling in fast: Bloodline Rules. Roman’s world. Roman’s control. Roman with nothing holding him back.
You’ve seen this before. You’ve lived in it.
Roman had the upper hand tonight—just like he always does. Just like every single time he and Cody crossed paths. Power, intimidation, years of dominance built brick by brick. You kept telling yourself that this was how it was supposed to go. That this was the natural ending.
Your breath leaves you in one sharp, disbelieving exhale, and you don’t realize you’ve been holding it until your chest aches. The noise of the arena crashes through the screen, overwhelming and unreal, but you barely hear it. Your focus tunnels. The ring. The lights. Cody standing there, chest heaving, eyes wild with something that looks dangerously close to disbelief.
You stay glued to the screen as wrestlers flood the ring one by one. You watch Cody pull his mother into his arms, her hands shaking as she touches his face like she needs to confirm he’s real. You watch the title—the title—wrapped around him now. Not Roman. Him.
That belt looks different on Cody. Brighter. Like it belongs there.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, hard enough to hurt, and you don’t stop yourself. Your thoughts scatter, racing in too many directions at once. Shock is there, loud and disorienting. Relief too. Awe. Something tender that you weren’t prepared for.
And yes—desire. That hum beneath your skin that you’ve been trying not to acknowledge since the moment you made that deal with him.
But it’s not why you’re shaking.
He needed this. You know that with absolute certainty. This wasn’t about you, or Roman, or even the Bloodline. This was about a son finishing something his father started. This was about a story that refused to die.
It takes a moment before you notice movement behind the scenes, backstage. Your eyes flick that way out of instinct—and immediately regret it.
The sight of him hits you harder than you expect. He steps out through the curtains, Paul just behind him, his posture rigid, face set in a way you’ve seen a thousand times and still can’t read. Your gaze snaps to his before you can stop yourself.
For one brief second, his eyes find yours.
Silence stretches between you, thick and heavy, and you realize you don’t know what to feel. Anger? Guilt? Sadness? You have no idea what’s running through his head, and that unknown twists something sharp in your chest. He spent years building this reign. Years shaping the Bloodline into something untouchable.
But whatever he’s feeling, he doesn’t show it. His eyes drop. He looks away. He walks past you without a word.
You watch him until he disappears down the corridor, and something deep in your gut tells you this won’t just be goodbye for tonight. It’s going to be a while. The thought hurts more than you want to admit. You spent his entire reign beside him, protecting him, helping him keep that power.
Still—you know this ending was necessary.
Your thoughts don’t get the chance to settle before chaos erupts backstage. Wrestlers flood the area, laughter and noise spilling everywhere, bodies bumping shoulders like Cody just won something bigger than a title. Like he won the damn Super Bowl.
Your eyes find him instantly.
The belt catches the light in a way that makes him impossible to miss. He stands out without even trying. Through the crowd, his gaze moves—slow, deliberate—like he’s searching.
When his eyes land on you, everything else fades.
The look on his face is controlled, carefully blank, but it doesn’t fool you. His eyes give him away. There’s heat there. Ownership. Promise. It sends a shiver straight down your spine.
You move first, stepping toward him—but not rushing. You take your time, letting the moment stretch. Letting him wait. Just before you reach him, something pulls your attention sideways.
He’s leaning unsteadily nearby, looking like he’s held together by stubbornness alone. Between last night and tonight, his body has taken a brutal beating. His knee looks worse than you expected, and you genuinely don’t know how he’s upright.
Your brows lift as you stop in front of him. “You look… wrecked.”
Seth laughs, breathless, shifting carefully so he doesn’t lose his balance. Then he pauses, glancing at you in a way that makes your stomach drop just a little. “Your cousins didn’t exactly take it easy on me,” he says. Then, casually, “Nice job with the distraction, by the way.”
“Jey told me,” he continues, unfazed. “The night he found out. Took me a second, but I put it together.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Walked straight into that trap.”
Guilt flickers—but so does something else. You tried harder with Seth than anyone. He was never easy. Too sharp. Too devoted to someone else to ever fully fall for it.
“I’m impressed,” he adds. “You finally got me.”
Your ego flares despite yourself. “Thank you,” you say dryly. “Now fix your knee and win your stuff back.”
You don’t wait for a reply. Your attention snaps back to Cody, who hasn’t moved an inch. His eyes are still on you, dark and unrelenting. This time, you don’t bother hiding the urgency in your steps as you close the distance.
He towers over you, and when you look up, you bite your lip again—unconsciously. His gaze drops there instantly. The tension between you is electric, humming loud enough to drown out everything else.
Hands suddenly clap onto Cody’s shoulders.
He’s grinning wide, shaking Cody like he hasn’t just lived through the same night you have. “Aye, uce! We gotta celebrate! You champion now!”
The shift in Cody is immediate. The intensity softens, replaced by something warm as he laughs and daps Jey up. “Couldn’t have done it without you, man.”
Cody glances at Jey, then at you. Jey follows the look, realization dawning slowly before his mouth forms an exaggerated oh. He steps back. “My bad.” A beat. “Drinks tomorrow. Both of you.”
“Uce!” Cody calls after him, and you stare. “Uce?”
“What?” He grins. “Jey’s my guy.”
You laugh, shaking your head, and the sound seems to do something to him. His smile lingers as his eyes return to your lips.
“It suits you,” you say quietly, nodding toward the belt.
“Wasn’t easy,” he replies. “I was… distracted.”
You tilt your head. “You let yourself be.”
He steps closer. “You told me to win.”
“And you did.” The realization hits you again, full force. “Congratulations.”
His smirk is slow. Dangerous. He leans in, close enough that his breath brushes your ear. His voice drops, rough and intent, filled with promise.
"I am going to fuck you so goddamn hard," he said slowly. "And have you cumming over and over again till your body gives out."
Officially, Cody drained you of all the air surrounding you. You were aware that he was waiting for this, the moment he came out on top or even the moment you declared on the table that you would be his if he win. You knew that Cody wouldn't be damaged now that he had won, much more than you had ruined him at WrestleMania the previous year.
“Garage,” he murmurs. “Half an hour.”
Your pulse stumbles. You swallow hard, nodding before you even think about it.
As he pulls away, walking off like he owns the ground beneath his feet, you realize something terrifying and undeniable.
And you don’t want to fight it anymore.
The last time you and Cody had sex, it hadn’t been planned. Not on your end, anyway. You hadn’t expected it to go that far, hadn’t expected the night to spiral the way it had until you were skin to skin with the enemy, breathing his name like it was the only word left in the world. You could still remember the heat of it, the way everything between the two of you had snapped tight like a wire pulled too far.
Cody hadn’t expected himself to give in either. He had fought it harder than you ever imagined he would. He had tried to keep distance between the two of you, tried to hold that stubborn line that had existed since the moment you first started circling each other like rivals. But you had a way of getting under his skin. It was the way you touched him, the way your voice wrapped around his name, the way every movement of yours seemed to pull him in deeper without you even trying. It drove him completely out of his mind.
Tonight was the opposite.
This time there were no accidents, no heat-of-the-moment mistakes. This time it was deliberate. Cody had won, and you had made a promise—to him and to yourself—that tonight he would have you completely. There would be no pretending otherwise.
Cody didn’t have to worry about giving in this time.
He was already too far gone for that.
The only thing that hadn’t changed was the storm raging through his head, that same restless hunger that made his eyes darken whenever they landed on you. Now that he had you here, now that you had willingly stepped into his world tonight, he intended to make every moment count.
You let him pick you up from the arena garage after the show, your bag slung over your shoulder while the two of you climbed into the rental car waiting for him. The ride through the city had been almost completely silent, the tension thick enough to taste. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Not when every thought running through your head ended with him.
Not when you knew exactly what the night was leading to.
You had assumed he would take you straight to his hotel room and get it over with, that whatever had been building between the two of you would finally snap the moment the door closed.
Instead, Cody had surprised you.
The elevator had carried the two of you all the way to the top floor of the building. When the doors opened, you stepped into something far larger than a normal hotel room.
For a moment you had wondered if he had booked it ahead of time just in case he won. If things had gone differently tonight, he might have ended up spending the entire night here alone.
Now you were here with him.
And the place was beautiful.
Now you stood in the middle of the bedroom while the shower ran behind the closed bathroom door, steam curling faintly through the crack beneath it. Cody had insisted you shower first, handing you one of the thick white towels from the bathroom with that quiet confidence he always seemed to carry.
Your suitcase lay open on the edge of the bed now as you pulled out the black lace lingerie you had packed earlier. The material was soft against your skin as you slipped it on, the delicate lace hugging your body before you wrapped the silky black robe around yourself. Your damp hair was twisted up loosely with a claw clip, leaving a few strands falling around your face while the faint scent of lotion and perfume clung to your skin.
Barefoot, you wandered out of the bedroom and into the rest of the penthouse, curiosity slowly getting the better of you. You had never actually been inside a place like this before.
The lighting was soft and dim throughout the space, casting warm shadows across dark wooden floors and sleek modern furniture. Massive floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across two sides of the living area, giving a clear view of the city lights glittering far below. From this high up the world almost looked unreal, like a painting spread across the night.
Your fingers drifted across the fabrics and surfaces as you explored. The couch was soft beneath your touch, the marble kitchen counters cool and smooth. For a moment you let yourself imagine what it would feel like to live somewhere like this—to wake up every morning to this view, to walk through these rooms like they belonged to you.
Your attention eventually landed on a small remote sitting on the nightstand beside the couch.
You picked it up, turning it slowly in your hands while your eyes scanned the buttons. You pressed one.
The lights across the penthouse brightened slightly.
Your head tilted upward as you noticed the change. You pressed the button again and the lights grew even brighter.
A small smile crept across your face.
You pressed another button and the lights dimmed again, returning to their softer glow. At this point the remote felt less like a piece of technology and more like a toy you had just discovered.
Your finger pressed another button.
Music suddenly filled the room.
The sound came from somewhere hidden in the walls, a low smooth rhythm spilling into the space. You startled slightly before quickly pressing the button again and again, trying to shut it off. For a moment it didn’t respond, and a small flash of panic shot through you.
When the music finally cut off, you immediately placed the remote back down on the table like it had just burned you.
A startled scream left your mouth as Cody’s voice echoed from behind you. You spun around to see him standing at the entrance of the bedroom, watching you with clear amusement written across his face.
You cleared your throat quickly, straightening your posture as if you hadn’t just nearly panicked over a remote.
Cody started walking toward you, and that was when you noticed what he was wearing.
Or rather… what he wasn’t wearing.
The man had nothing on except a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was still damp from the shower, water trailing down along his neck and disappearing beneath the waistband.
And judging by the way the fabric of those sweatpants looked right now, it was painfully obvious just how hard he already was.
“Sorry,” Cody said casually. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
Because he had stopped directly in front of you now.
The height difference between the two of you suddenly felt a lot more noticeable as he looked down at you slowly. His eyes moved from your face to your shoulders, down over the curve of your waist, the robe tied loosely around your body, before finally continuing down to your bare legs and feet.
“You look nice,” Cody said quietly, his voice dropping into something deeper, slower.
You looked up at him and smiled.
The expression on your face was innocent enough on the surface, but the glint in your eyes was anything but.
Cody let out a small breath before stepping around you and heading toward the kitchen. Your eyes followed every movement he made until he reached the counter.
“You want anything?” he asked while opening one of the cabinets. “Food, drink… feeling tense or something?”
You shook your head lightly. “I’m not hungry.”
“You sure?” Cody pulled out a bottle of wine and turned slightly toward you. “Not even a couple drinks?”
He paused for half a second before a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. You had caught on immediately.
He wasn’t stalling because he didn’t want this.
He was stalling because he did.
Because he wanted to see how long it would take before you came to him first.
What he seemed to forget was that you had played this game with him before.
You smiled sweetly and shook your head again. “I’m fine, thank you.”
Cody fought a smile before shrugging casually. “Well, if you don’t mind me, I’m gonna have myself a drink.”
He put the wine away and replaced it with a bottle of Jack Daniels instead, pouring himself a glass.
You bit down on the smirk creeping across your lips as you slowly walked toward the kitchen.
But the moment you hopped up onto the kitchen counter and settled there comfortably, you had his full attention.
Glass still in his hand, he took a slow sip before setting it down on the counter beside him.
His eyes started at your feet, noticing the fresh pedicure and the way your toes curled slightly against the marble counter. His gaze moved slowly upward along your smooth legs, lingering just long enough to make it clear exactly what he was thinking.
Then his attention reached the robe.
The thin black silk barely concealed the lace underneath, and Cody knew damn well what was hiding beneath it.
You watched him watch you. You saw the way his expression shifted, the way his eyes darkened with something heavy and dangerous.
You bit your lip before finally speaking.
“You gonna keep stalling,” you asked softly, “or are you going to give me what we both want?”
A slow smirk spread across his face.
He stepped forward until he was standing directly between your knees, his hands settling against your thighs. The warmth of his palms made a shiver run straight through your body.
Without hesitation he pushed your legs apart slightly and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter.
A soft gasp escaped you as the movement brought you flush against him.
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked down at him, your lips hovering dangerously close to his.
And if he kept dragging this out any longer, you might actually start begging.
His fingers tightened slightly against your thighs as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a low murmur that sent heat straight down your spine.
“I’m gonna give you what you want,” Cody whispered.
A faint smirk tugged at his lips.
You smiled at him slowly, heat lingering behind your eyes as you looked down at him. The confidence in his voice, the way his hands were gripping your thighs like he already knew you weren’t going anywhere, sent a rush through your chest.
Before he could say anything else, you leaned down and kissed him.
The kiss wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t rough either. It fell somewhere in between—slow, deliberate, like the two of you were trying to learn each other all over again. Your lips pressed against his with a kind of focused intensity, neither of you rushing the moment. It felt almost careful, as if both of you were trying to memorize every shape and movement, committing the feeling of it to memory.
Cody’s hands tightened instinctively against your thighs the second your lips met his.
His fingers began to wander slowly, dragging along the soft skin of your legs before sliding higher along the fabric of your robe. The warmth of his palms sent a shiver up your spine as he traced the curves of your hips, his touch firm but controlled, like he was holding himself back from grabbing you the way he clearly wanted to.
Your own hands moved just as naturally.
They slid up his bare shoulders, your fingertips brushing across warm skin still faintly damp from his shower. The muscles beneath your hands flexed slightly as you explored them, tracing the lines of his shoulders before drifting across his back. His skin was warm beneath your palms, solid and strong, and you could feel the tension sitting in his muscles like a coiled wire ready to snap.
The kiss deepened without either of you realizing exactly when it happened.
Cody pulled you closer, his grip tightening as he drew you toward him until your body pressed flush against his chest. The movement earned a quiet sound from your lips, something soft and surprised that disappeared the moment his mouth moved against yours again.
This time there was nothing hesitant about it.
Your lips parted, and his tongue brushed against yours, the kiss suddenly shifting into something deeper and far more desperate. The slow control from before started slipping away as the heat between the two of you built quickly.
Your fingers tangled in his hair almost without thinking.
The reaction from him was immediate.
A low sound rumbled in his chest against your mouth, something halfway between a groan and a sharp breath as his hands tightened around you. The sound alone sent another wave of heat rushing through you.
Your bodies shifted closer instinctively, the two of you moving against each other with an urgency that had been building since the moment you stepped into the penthouse.
And somehow, it still didn’t feel like enough.
Cody’s hands slid further along your thighs, gripping tighter as he pulled you even closer to the edge of the counter. Your fingers stayed buried in his hair while your other hand drifted back down along his shoulder blades, nails grazing lightly across his back.
Your breathing was already uneven when your lips finally broke apart.
A quiet, breathless sound slipped out of you before you could stop it.
The word came out softer than you meant it to.
You felt it instantly—the way his body went still as he forced himself to pause. His forehead pressed briefly against yours while he drew in a slow breath, clearly trying to pull himself together.
When he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes were darker than before.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, his voice rougher now.
Your arms slid around his neck as you leaned forward again, your breath brushing against his lips. At the same time your legs moved instinctively, wrapping around his waist as you pulled him closer.
“I want you,” you whispered.
The words barely left your mouth before Cody let out a deep groan.
His hands slid firmly around your waist as he lifted you straight off the counter in one smooth motion. You instinctively tightened your arms around his shoulders while your legs stayed locked around him.
Turning away from the kitchen, Cody carried you across the penthouse toward the bedroom, his steps quick and purposeful as the city lights continued to glow through the massive windows behind you. The tension that had been building between the two of you all night followed close behind, thick in the air as he headed straight for the room where neither of you planned on holding back anymore.
A/N: One more part to go!! I’m incredibly grateful for all the love and support this series has received, and I hope you all continue to stick with me through the other projects I have planned! ✨
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