“Chase,” she moaned.
“Why did you wear this tiny little skirt?” he goaded, his voice husky in his own ears. “Was it for me? Did you want to tease me?” he asked, and she moaned and squirmed, trying to rub her sexy ass against his crotch, and damn, did he fucking let her. Holding both of her hips, Chase pressed her sexy bottom to his dick, so she could get a feel of what she did to him. “Was this what you wanted, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“You’ve been a very bad, bad girl,” he huskily spoke into her neck and loved the way her skin broke out in goose bumps.
His hand roamed her body and moved to wrap around her beautiful waist while the other stroked her arm. Slowly. Deliberately. He could tell he was driving her as crazy in lust as he was.
“Chase,” she whispered into the silence of his darkened classroom. It was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. His nose was in her hair, and he felt like breathing was close to impossible. They were both were breathing heavily. All shallow breaths and heavy exhales as they stood there. They both knew this was going to happen, and her wearing that tiny, sexy-as-fuck skirt to dinner tonight had been the damn sprinkles on a donut.
“Uh uh,” he scolded as she tried to rub up against him. “Bad girl,” he rasped as he tugged on her hair. “Not using my name.”
He didn’t know why, but he wanted to play with her. The way she called him Mr. Tucker made him hotter than he had ever been. He had never really had that kink, but then again, he was far from being vanilla.
“Mr. Tucker,” she moaned, and he held back from dropping his pants and sinking himself balls deep into her sweet pussy.
Instead, he rewarded her by taking a swipe over the spot on her neck he had discovered drove her mad. “Much better,” he growled hoarsely, nipping at her neck. “Now, are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?” he asked.
He had never played like this.
Never had a woman driven him crazy like she did.
Something about her made all his primal urges bubble up and boil over.
“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?” she whimpered, taunting him with her sexy ass.
“You don’t?” He lifted her skirt above her ass, taking in the beautiful sight. White. Fuck. She was wearing a sexy silky white thong.
Thank god for thongs.
He took a moment to appreciate her luscious beauty before smacking down on her flesh. Hard and punishing. She bucked. A soft cry escaped from her lips. He could tell by the sounds she was making that she was more than enjoying it. Even if she had been silent, the very wet spot on her panties would have given her away.
“You my bad girl?”
“Yes,” she hissed, and he smacked his hand down again. Once. Twice. Three times before rubbing out the flushed skin and moving to do the same on the other side.
“Are you going to be good, Kens?”
“No.” She fought, and he grinned. She was fucking perfect. He smacked down again twice on one side before switching to the other and doing it again. Her beautiful now rosy ass stuck out further toward him, and he could smell her need in the air around them.
“What about now?”
“Please, Chase I want—”
“You my good girl? Only good girls get what they want.”
“Chase.” He pulled the drenched gusset of her panties to the side and looked down at her. Bare and freshly waxed. Soft and swollen for him. The sight was so hot he stilled and took a deep breath before he came in his pants like some damn teenager.
“Fuck, baby,” he bellowed deeply.
“Yes, please,” she begged, sticking her ass out further toward him. His hands squeezed and rubbed as her mewls clung to the air.
“You ready to be my good girl?” he pressed, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants.
“I’ll be your good girl, Mr. Tucker,” she purred, and his pants pooled at his ankles. “Please fuck me, Chase, tucker me out!” she cried. He was done waiting.
Chase lined his cock up against her juicy slit, knowing the moment his cock touched her heat, life would never be the same.
Kenzie
When he pressed the head of his cock against me, I was ready to lose my shit. I felt so empty and achy. Never, ever had I felt that way. I needed him to fill me like I knew, I knew in the depths of my soul, only he could. He rubbed the crown of his cock through my wetness.
“You want this, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I barely breathed when a cry escaped me as he finally gave me what I wanted.
My ass was warm and stinging from the spanking he had given me, and the way his thigh slammed against me as he went in and out of my body only heightened the pleasure he was evoking.
“Chase!” I screamed, moaning like I never had at the way he held me closer, only slipping deeper into me.
“Fuck. My good girl. Made fore me. Made for my cock. Made to take me.”
“Yes.”
“Any way, anything I want?”
“Yes, Chase!”
“Yes who?”
“Yes, Mr. Tucker. Take me. Any way you want.” I groaned, “Anytime, anything you need, you can—” I couldn’t say more because he reached over and started to press and rub down on my clit. I closed my eyes.
With the sounds of our bodies slapping together, the wetness from between my legs almost obscene, he tilted his hips, and I lost it. My knees shook, but I wasn’t worried about falling, Chase wouldn’t let me. He held on tighter. Fucked me brutally as I came and clenched around his beautiful dick and soared. My ears buzzed, and my hearing faded. Faintly, I could make out his own cries, my name yelled out before his head hit my shoulder and he held me close.
He picked me up and sat me on his lap as he slid down and leaned his body against the wall under the dry board. He held me like I was a treasure, and I held back on. I didn’t want the moment to end.
“I love you, Kenzie Mason,” he said, breaking the silence. I looked up at him wide eyed.
“That was amazing sex, Chase, but you don’t have to say—” I started to give him an out from the words he’d just spoken. As good as they were, I didn’t want him to feel obligated to say them.
“I do. I don’t ever say or do anything unless I completely believe in it. I love you, and I get if you think it’s too soon. I just know how I feel and—”
“I love you, too.” I did. He was amazing. Being around him felt like being home. Soothing and comforting yet exciting and exhilarating.
“Thank fuck.” He smirked as he leaned his forehead against mine.
“So, where do we go from here?” I asked, and he smiled as if he knew exactly what his answer would be.
CHAPTER TEN
Kenzie
NOTHING IN LIFE WAS A SMOOTH RIDE, BUT if it was, you would never really appreciate the highs. The bumps in the road make us stronger. Not only individually but as a group.
We’d waited for the school year to end before we’d approached the boys, bringing Mr. Tucker around. To say they had loved the idea of Mommy dating the cool teacher was an understatement. Thankfully, Chase fell into our family perfectly.
When my ex-husband heard about Chase, he lost his ever-loving mind. Talking all sorts of things in front of the boys and mutual friends. When news came back to me, Chase did something without me knowing. He called my ex, and they met up for a drink. Chase didn’t share the details, but what he has shared made me fall deeper in love with him. He told him he wasn’t trying to take his spot as a father to the boys. When my dear ex said he didn’t like it, Chase simply said, “Too bad,” and that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Summer break had been fun. When all my boys had returned to school, the stares had been awkward at the beginning, but we’d dealt with it. Together. We were the team and partnership I had always dreamt of.
“Hey, babe!” Chase called, and I went to look for him in the backyard. They were all off for spring break. The boys were playing catch while Chase grilled on the barbeque. He
had just moved in a month before.
“Yeah?”
“Come here,” he ordered, and I went over to him. After taking my glass of lemonade away, then setting it on the picnic table beside him, he held my hands and looked at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just… I have something for you.”
“You do, huh?” I winked playfully. “I think I got that this morning,” I joked, but he didn’t smile. His green eyes were intense, and my smile faltered.
“Close your eyes.”
“Babe—”
“Please?”
“Okay.” I rolled my eyes before shutting them. I felt him shuffle away, and before I knew it, he was standing behind me.
“Turn around, Kenzie.” I did and opened my eyes to see him kneeling, holding a pink donut box.
“What are you doing?”
“I have a pink package for you.” He winked, and I swallowed wondering what the hell was going on.
“I love you, Kenzie Mason. I love everything you are. The way you give yourself to those you love, the way your smile brightens my day, the way your laughter feeds my soul.” Tears started to prickle, and my nose started to sting. Was he doing what I thought he was?
“Chase.“
“Be my good girl and open the box,” he ordered gruffly, and I lifted the flap. A pink, sprinkled donut sat in the center with a ring box in its hole.
“Chase.”
“Marry me,” he spoke, and my eyes widened in surprise. We had talked about the future endless times, and I knew this would one day happen. I just didn’t think it would be this soon.
“Yes,” I whispered mid giggle, and he stood and took me in his arms as my boys cheered around us.
“You said yes, right?” he double-checked after spinning me around.
“Hell, yes!” I laughed before his lips came crashing down on mine.
EPILOGUE
“DEARLY BELOVED, WE ARE GATHERED HERE TO witness the commitment and promise of everlasting love between this woman and this man.” My heart filled with happiness for my sister as I watched Kens and Chase hold hands.
The way he looked adoringly at my beautiful older sister made my heart soar and almost, for a split second, wish I had someone in my life who looked at me the way he did.
Thankfully, that split second disbursed and disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, deeming me safe.
I didn’t do love. Or commitment. Heck, no. Why would I? One guy for the rest of my life?
Yeah, no thanks!
Not everyone was as lucky as Kenzie.
Men like Chase Tucker were far and few between. I should know. And because of that and my own miserable luck when it came to the opposite sex, I had long ago decided love and everything it came with, like marriage, babies, and white picket fences, were not for me.
Heck, no.
The minister said something, snapping me out of my cynical thoughts, and I looked back into the crowded pews of the church. The place was filled with friends and family. Kens and Chase deserved this. Happy people cheering and rooting for them as they embarked on their forever.
My eyes roamed the groom’s side, and I stilled.
Dark, beautiful eyes caught my attention, and it was like I was stuck. Those dark, beautiful, intense eyes were not cast upon the happy couple. They were set right on me.
Pulling me in, tangling me up in his sexy web.
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OTHER BOOKS BY MAYRA STATHAM
Right Men Series
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STEAL
CHEAT (Coming 2018)
Never Too Late Series
Longing for You
Wishing for You
Lucky for you
Six Degrees Series
Crown’s Chance at Love
Etched in Stone
Carried Away- Hope Falls Kindle World
Davenport Harbor
Beech Grove Series
Burning Bridges- (Coming June 14th)
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Knoxed Up- Fiona Davenport’s Passion, Vows & Babies Kindle World Novella – Coming July 2018
More than a Knight-
Fiona Davenport’s Passion Vows & Babies Kindle World- Coming October 2018
Standalones
Something Worth Saving
Cookies & Kismet- Hope Falls Kindle World
Zaiden- A Scrooged Christmas
Already Home
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Mayra Statham resides in Southern California with her paramedic hubby and three kids. When she isn’t busy writing or hanging out with family, you can usually find her hidden behind a romance novel with a highly caffeinated drink in her hand.
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