Page 105 of The Change Up
“For the game? Cody, you’re going to be amazing. You always are. Just shut the noise out and throw your pitches.”
He hums at my response. “It’s not just that. My mom is going to be at the game. I saw her text when I got up to pee, and then I couldn’t go back to sleep. It’ll be the first time I’ve seen her since…” The words trail off.
Since Charleston.
Since the day I overheard him saying horrible things about me after running into my mom for the first time in fifteen years.
But that was then, and this is now. We’ve pushed most of the events from that day from our minds. It was a moment neither one of us wanted to relive.
In the time that has passed, Cody has cut off all communication with his father. Leah moved in with the boys four weeks ago so now the pressure of keeping his dad away from her has eased.
His mom took his dad’s side, which we both figured, and he hasn’t spoken with her since he returned from Charleston, and she tried to come up with excuses for his dad’s behavior. He drew a line in the sand and told her that if she couldn’t see past the bullshit, Cody didn’t want her in his life either. It’s been messy, but we’ve had each other to help ease some of the stress.
While he’s had a stressful few weeks, my life has been just as chaotic. The article I wrote on Coach Weber for The Eagles Gazette went viral and went national. It’s baffling to me that an article I wrote—about sports, nonetheless—was picked up by a reputable sports broadcast company. Professor Weaver has insisted I stay on as a reporter through the rest of the season, which is why I have a press badge for the College World Series. She also insisted I apply for sports journalism internships, as well as lifestyle options.
I’m still not sure if sports journalism is the direction I want to go, but it doesn’t hurt to weigh out all of my options, especiallysince we have no idea where Cody will be a year from now. While I’m an independent female, I still want to add him into the equation of what I do post-graduation. But that’s a worry for next year.
“She wants to meet you.” His words interrupt my thoughts as my breath stutters in my chest.
“Sh-she does?” I fumble the words as anxiety creeps in.
He hums his response as his hand coasts up my inner thigh beneath the hem of the T-shirt dress I slipped on. Warmth spreads, licking my body with flames. “But I don’t want to talk about her.”
“What do you want to talk about?” My voice is raspy with desire. Cody Jacobs has turned me from a shy little bookworm to a fiend who can’t get enough of him.
“How about we don’t do any talking at all?” His fingers reach the apex of my thighs; in about a second, he’s going to discover…
“Chloe Mariano, where are your panties?” Cody says as his finger grazes the outside of my sex.
Breath stuttering, I push the words out as he continues running his finger up and down my slit, drawing out my wetness. “I was in a hurry to get out the door to find you.”
He groans at my admission, and I feel him start to rise beneath me. The feeling of him getting aroused because of me will never get old.
His voice drops to a deep, husky whisper as he leans in closer to my ear. “Can you be a good girl and be quiet for me?”
As soon as I nod my head in reply, Cody is plunging two fingers inside me. I gasp and fight the moan that is desperate to escape. Working his fingers in and out, he builds that pleasure deep inside me.
Soft moans escape my lips as I whisper his name. His thumb grazes my clit, and my stomach tightens as my orgasm builds.My walls clench around his fingers as my lips find his neck, needing to occupy my lips before I cry out.
Cody Jacobs is a god on and off the field, and the way he strokes my pussy like he’s lining his fingers against the laces of a baseball is otherworldly. The man knows how to use his fingers. His thumb strokes across my clit, applying just enough pressure that has me biting down on the soft, tan flesh of his neck.
A soft chuckle rumbles against my lips as my impending orgasm continues to climb higher and higher. “Bite marks on national television, you’re really making sure everyone knows that I’m taken, huh, Wildflower?”
I feel his cock twitch underneath me as I release his skin with a pop. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
Sheepishly, I glance up only to find wild, untamed eyes staring back down at me. “Don’t. It turns me on that you want to mark me for everyone to see.”
He removes his fingers from my soaked sex, and I groan at the loss of his fingers.
“Stand up and turn around,” he demands with a light slap on my ass. Quirking my head, I eye him skeptically. “Up, Chlo.”
I do as he commands and stand in between his spread legs while Cody reaches into his pocket and removes his wallet, plucking out a foil wrapper in the process. In one swift motion, I watch in admiration as he frees himself from the confines of his sweats as his thick erection bobs free.
Before he has a chance to sheathe himself, I’m dropping to my knees. My eyes find him, and even in the dim light of the dugout, I can see that arrogant smirk quirk across his lips as his eyes darken even more in desire. Reaching forward, I lick him from root to tip before my lips pull everything he has to offer into my greedy mouth.
His approval vibrates throughout his body. “Damn, my Wildflower looks pretty with a mouthful of my cock.”
The dirty words only spur me on as I suck on his head before pulling him as deep as I can down my throat, using my hand to pump what I’m unable to. He thrusts harder, hitting me deeper, and I fight the urge to gag. In all our time together, Cody has always made sure that I’m well taken care of. Now on the precipice of one of his biggest games, it’s my turn to make my man melt before me.
