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Cheater Cheater Chapter 1

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Warnings: Sexual scenes (no smut.....yet ;))

The Cody house always smells like salt air and danger. Like money earned from blood and adrenaline, with just enough charm to convince the world otherwise. It’s the kind of house that should be suffocating, but instead, it feels like a warped sort of freedom. The kind of freedom that comes at the cost of everything else.

I’m Craig’s girl. Been that way for almost a year now. The one who flashes his smile and makes you forget every fucked up thing you’ve ever done just to stay close to him. He’s got that magnetic charm, that reckless edge that makes him dangerous without even trying. You should feel lucky when you’re in his orbit. People do. And I should feel lucky, too.

I should feel happy.

But I don’t.

I don’t because of his brother.

Craig was high that night — loud, reckless, tossing back drinks like he could swallow his demons with enough tequila. He threw a party, threw his body into the chaos like it could make him forget about the shit inside him. It never worked. Nothing ever worked for him. But that’s the game he played — the loud, confident one, living his life like it was some kind of show, never letting anyone see behind the mask.

And then there was Pope. Always in the background. A shadow against the wall, eyes sharp, cutting through the noise. He was quieter, darker, like the storm rolling in before the lightning strikes. Watching, always watching.

I could feel the pull of it even before I realized what I was doing. I should’ve left. I should’ve stayed with Craig, danced around the loud music, pretended like everything was fine. But Pope — he had this presence about him. Not the kind you could ignore, even if you tried.

I don’t even remember what I said to him that night. Something stupid. Something meant to fill the silence. Maybe it was the way his eyes never left mine, or how everything around me felt like it was fading into the background, too insignificant to matter. He didn’t answer me right away. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the space between us like it was meant to happen, like it was always going to happen.

Then, his hand was on my arm. Rough. Unyielding. But not cruel. No, never that. It was like steel wrapped in silk. Solid, demanding, but with an edge that said he’d never hurt me — just control me.

His touch was enough to make everything else disappear. The party. The noise. Craig, even. For a second, it was like it was just me and him, standing there in the storm of this house, something dark stirring between us.

That’s when it snapped. I didn’t think. I didn’t second-guess myself. I kissed him.

I didn’t care about the consequences, the fact that he was his brother, that I was with Craig. None of it mattered. In that moment, it was just me and him, and I needed him more than I could understand. His lips were fire against mine. Hard. Demanding. Like he was trying to burn something out of me, something that had been locked away for far too long.

He kissed me back. Not because he wanted to steal something from Craig, no. It wasn’t about revenge or anger. It was just about the raw, dangerous need that had been building in both of us for longer than either of us cared to admit.

And that was it.

I should’ve stopped. I should’ve pulled away, pushed him off, screamed for Craig to come back, to pull me out of this mess. But the thing about Pope is — he makes you feel like you’re his only air. Like nothing else exists beyond the press of his mouth, the way his hands moved over me like he had to memorize the feel of my skin. His breath, warm and ragged, mingling with mine.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft. It was something too jagged to name, something too dangerous to let happen, but I couldn’t stop.

I didn’t want to.

I let him. I let him in a way I’d never let anyone else.

Because Pope made me feel alive in a way Craig never had. He made me feel like I mattered. Like I wasn’t just the girl on his arm, the one who flashed a pretty smile to keep people at bay. With Pope, there was no pretending. No faking it.

And in that moment, in the dark corner of this house that smelled like salt and sin, I let myself drown in it. Let myself drown in him.

When we finally pulled apart — breathless, hearts pounding, shaking like we’d just stepped off the edge of a cliff — it didn’t matter that I knew what I was doing was wrong. It didn’t matter that I was betraying Craig, that I was betraying everything I thought I stood for. Because Pope made it feel like it was the only thing I could do. The only thing that made sense.

Craig was out back, laughing with Deran, beers in hand. The glow of the pool lights cast shadows across the yard, music thumping low from the speakers.

“I’m gonna grab a drink,” I told Craig, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Bring me another beer, babe,” he grinned, not even glancing my way.

I made my way inside, heart thudding too fast, because I wasn’t going for a drink.

I was going to him.

Pope was in the garage, working on one of the bikes. Grease-stained hands, face half in shadow. He didn’t look up when I came in, but I knew he felt me there. He always did.

“Someone’s gonna see,” I said, though my feet kept moving toward him.

“No one’s looking,” he murmured, his voice a dark scrape, his eyes flicking up to mine. “Except me.”

And then his hands were on my hips, hauling me closer, like he couldn’t stand the space between us.

His kiss was rough. Desperate. It tasted like gasoline and danger and something I couldn’t name. Every time felt like it might be the last.

“I can’t keep doing this,” I whispered, though my arms stayed wrapped around his neck.

“Yes, you can,” he said, breath hot against my skin. “You always do.”

And God help me, he was right.

I pressed my lips to his, losing myself in the storm of it, the way he made me feel like I was both sinner and salvation.

We didn’t have long. We never did.

But a few stolen minutes in the shadows was better than nothing.

Because out there, I belonged to Craig.

But in here — in Pope’s arms — I was something else entirely.

And I wasn’t ready to give it up.

“Where’d you disappear to last night, babe?” Craig murmured, voice rough from sleep and whiskey.

I stood by the sink, pouring black coffee I didn’t even want, trying to still my hands.

“Couldn’t sleep. Took a drive.” Took a man to bed who isn’t you.

Craig came up behind me, hands sliding around my waist, lips brushing my neck. His touch should’ve made my skin tingle, but instead, I flinched.

“You’ve been… restless lately,” he said, tone light, but something sharp curled beneath the words.

I turned in his arms, forcing a smile. “Guess I just need you to wear me out more.”

He grinned, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. I kissed him anyway. Hard. Deep. Trying to cover Pope’s fingerprints with Craig’s mouth.

But no matter how rough Craig touched me, it didn’t chase the other man’s ghost away.

[therapycat21]

Cheater Cheater

To everyone in Oceanside, I’m Craig Cody’s girl — the wild one, the ride-or-die, the one who knows how to keep up with the Cody chaos. But what they don’t know… is that when the lights go out and the world quiets down, it’s his older brother I’m craving.

Andrew “Pope” Cody. Dangerous. Unstable. Off-limits. And so goddamn addictive.

It started as a mistake. A stolen kiss in the shadows. A rough touch behind closed doors. A secret we swore we’d never repeat — but we did. Again, and again.

With every secret meeting, every whispered threat, every night tangled in his sheets, Pope is pulling me deeper into his darkness. And I’m not sure I ever want to find my way out.

I shouldn’t be here. Not in this room. Not under him. Not gasping his name like it’s a sin I want branded on my skin.

“Say it,” Pope growls, his breath hot against my neck, his grip bruising my hips.

I bite my lip, trying to hold on — to loyalty, to reason, to Craig. But none of that exists when Pope touches me like this.

“Yours,” I whisper, breaking apart in his hands.

He smirks, dark and possessive. “Damn right you are.”

And just like that, I’m lost again. Because when Pope Cody wants something… He doesn’t share.

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