“Yeah.” I card my fingers through Cody’s hair. “How are you feeling?”
He grumbles. “Sore. Like you jerks fucked me within an inch of my life.”
“There are worse ways to go.” I reach down and adjust myself, my cock thickening further.
Cody slaps my chest. “No. Make it go down right now.”
“Don’t need your ass. Your mouth would work too.”
“Hunter.”
I chuckle, nipping his shoulder. There’s a bruise forming where Atlas bit him earlier. I brush my lips over it.
Cody groans. “How bad is it?”
“He marked you, but the skin’s not broken.”
“I’m going to kill him. No, you know what. I’m going to mark his dick. Think it will hurt. I hope it will. Fucking dipshit.”
I slap his ass cheek. “Enough.”
He huffs and snuggles into me before tracing the puckered skin running across my torso. “You said later.”
My jaw clenches, and I shift, throat going dry. Taking off my shirt was another thing I shouldn’t have done. But the way he looked at me, fuck, I couldn’t deny him. Except my past isn’t a story I care to share—with anyone.
It doesn’t change what happened.
“Hunter?”
I look back up at the ceiling. “Was tied to a tree with barbed wire.”
Cody springs up, crawling on top of me to get me to look at him. “By who? Who did that?”
My arms wrap around his waist, and I pull him flush against me. “Not your problem.”
“Like hell it isn’t. I’m going to fucking kill them.”
“It’s in the past, Little Titan. Now, lie back down.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t look away.
“Cody.”
“Nope.”
I slap his ass again.
“Do that all you want, but I’m not moving. Someone hurt you, left marks on you. I’m not okay with that.”
I reach up and trace the scar on his eyebrow. “And who did this?”
He chuckles. “Blue.”
My brow lifts. Didn’t expect the wound to be from his dog. “What happened?”
Gradually, Cody settles back down, resting his head on my chest. “I was carrying him when Davis dropped a slice of pizza. Blue wiggled and threw his head back. You have no idea how solid his skull is. Broke the skin right open.”
“Your dog headbutted you?”