"Sex is between the ears as well as between the legs"
H.L. Newbold| Cody |
"Woah, hold up." Jordan starts, following me to the kitchen after I get home. Leah doesn't miss a beat, and also follows us. "You just accepted her apology? She ruined your debut!"
"Do you live here now?" I ask Leah, in a desperate bid to steer the conversation away from my talk with Jack.
"Idaho." My rommate's girlfriend scolds. "Why did you forgive her?" The two follow me back to the living room, not letting me flee the topic of discussion.
"I technically didn't." I sigh out, turning to face the two. "I got the handshake she didn't want to give me at the end of the game, and I told her I missed her too. I never uttered the words 'I forgive you'."
"So you lied."
"'There's a world of difference between truth and facts. Facts can obscure the truth', Maya Angelou."
"Do you do this a lot? Just quote people? You lied to her when you should have told her 'hey Jack, you're a bitch, fuck you'."
"That's a little aggressive." I chuckle. "'A truth that's told with bad intent, Beats all the Lies you can invent' - William Blake. And yes, I do quote people a lot." I wink at my roommate when she rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I need to get ready, so...bye."
"Wait!" Leah grabs my wrist, halting my escape and turning me to face her. "Ready for what?"
"I'm meeting someone."
"Do we know this someone?" Jordan asks, making me sigh.
"You sound just like my mom." I grumble while pulling my wrist free of Leah's grasp. "And how should I know? I don't know everyone you know, Nobbs"
I don't wait for a sassy reply, I head to my room and get what I need for later, before getting a quick shower and saying goodbye to my teammates as they settle in a cuddled heap, preparing to watch a movie.
"Be safe!"
| Jordan |
"Why do you think she looks mad?"
"Probably because she is." I conclude, wanting to focus on the movie and not my teammate. "She probably needs to blow off some steam."
| Cody |
She pulls me into her hotel room, not wasting any time, my jacket hits the floor as her lips crash onto mine. I kick my shoes off, my hands resting at the small of her back and pulling her underwear clad body against mine. She unbuttons my shirt, and helps me out of it, her kisses becoming sloppy as she trails to my jawline, and to my neck, searching for my sweet spot. She finds it shamefully fast, too fast for my liking, and I push her against the wall, licking her neck and smirking against it as she gasps for air.
"You seem angry, baby." She moans out, her hands combing through my hair and pulling me closer to her.
"Stop talking." I bite down on her sweet spot, illicting a low moan from the almost naked beauty in my arms. I tap the back of her thighs, and she jumps, wrapping her legs around my waist as I squeeze her ass, supporting her weight and carrying her to the bed. I throw her down on the bed, and watch her bite her lip, she eyes me as I unbutton my pants, and slowly slide them down my body.
"You're taking too long, Cody." She reaches up in an attempt to make me move faster, but I grab her wrist, holding both of her hands above her head as I straddle her.
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FanfictionBook 2 of 'My Mom Is Who?' Cody's journey continues, and it's filled with more ups and downs than before. Follow her story as she juggles life with relationship drama, work, addiction and having a famous soccer player for a mom, all while transform...