Chasing Me

by Cat Mason

  “Yeah, I probably owe the baby momma some shoes or some shit.” I shrug, “Who’s to say Chase would even be here if Daisy hadn’t come on the bus with those sorry bastards. I can admit I was wrong; I was against regular pussy on the bus from day one. It was losin’ a bet to her that put me on that stage the night we met.” I say, recalling the night I tore up the stage in my thong before tearing up every inch of that beautiful red head.

  “Yeah, I remember that night.” Chase grins, “I never did get my gift basket.” She shrugs. “Guess it doesn’t matter, you damn well nearly fucked me to death and you know it. I could never forget it.”

  The video Daisy showed me of Chase denying my mad skills comes to mind. All this time! “I knew it!” I shout, dancing across the room meeting Daisy toe to toe.

  “What? You’re acting like you’ve just exposed rancid groupie pussy as the cure for Cancer.” Daisy shrugs.

  I grab her shoulders, “Stank pussy can’t even cure a hard on. Now bacon,” I start, but shake my head to stay on topic. “Come clean Daisy, you’re full of shit. Tell everyone how, instead of Chase admitting I fucked ‘er and damn near killed ‘er on that video, you talked her into crushing my poor ego.” Clutching her to me tightly, I play up the drama. “You’ve owed me a win all this time. I feel so used.” I sniffle. “I got all dressed up and you told me I was pretty. It was all lies!” I wail making her laugh.

  “Oh, get over yourself.” She huffs pushing away from me. Everyone is enjoying watching her squirm. Daisy can’t stand to be wrong, and oh how the mighty hath fallen. Rolling her eyes, Daisy shrugs. “Okay, sure. You left an ‘Out of Order’ sign on her forehead. Angels sang and World Peace is attainable all because you made her scream. Happy now?”

  Scooping up Daisy, I swing her in my arms, placing loud kisses all over her face. “Yes, and to think you let my dick think he was less than exceptional. Way to be nurturing, Daisy.” I scold. “I’ll need a minute to think before I state my demands.”

  “I wanna be a rock star!” Jazzie screams, running into the room ahead of Luke. Releasing Daisy, I turn to greet my little girl.

  “You like the show?” I ask.

  “I thought you wanted to be a tattoo artist like me.” Luke shakes his head when Jasmine runs up to me, leaping into my arms.

  “I wanna be like Chase and Daddy! They were awesome!” She squeals wrapping around me like a spider monkey. “I can be a princess rock star, then I’ll marry my tattooed prince.”

  Looking down at Chase I wink, “Does this mean we’re going back to Vegas for another chapel run?” Daisy asks, sitting beside Cam.

  “No, it doesn’t.” I bite out. “I’m not getting married by an overweight Elvis. If, and when, Chase and I decide to make that leap, we will say ‘I do’ at a bar with endless shots and a cake wrapped in bacon.” I assure them all. Hunter Chesterfield is a fucking rebel. No way I’ll follow the crowd of spooner’s and their tradition. I’m gonna bust out monogamy like a forker baby! Knowing that I may not plan to propose marriage right now or get flowers tatted on my ass like a pussy, doesn’t mean she isn’t it for me.

  Looking over at Daisy, I grin knowing exactly what I want now. “About that bet…”

  Daisy’s eyes meet mine, worry etched all over her face. “The girls get to pick the name for the kid?” I ask. Nervously, she nods her reply. “Not anymore they don’t. Kid’s name is Brannon Henry Cole.”

  Daisy covers her mouth with her hand nodding her agreement. There are mixed opinions from everyone, but no one argues. Why would they? Brannon is a kick ass name, thank you very much. Besides, Big Man is already calling the kid ‘little Henry’.

  I am nothing like Gray with his smooth cover songs, and pretty words. I’m not even like Aiden who can dominate the panties off Cam with just a look. I won’t try to be someone that I’m not. I am an absolute smart ass, a pervert, and even with all the shit I’ve had in my life I still got the fucking girl. My Tiger Lily who loves all of that about me, embracing everything just as it comes. Instead of settling, Chase showed me what I could have if I would only push for more. And I did. I’ve made fate my bitch and she can suck my dick.

  December

  Hunter

  “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with all this stroking.” I say looking down at Chase.

  “Shut up, you like it when I grope you.” She snaps playfully, taping a piece of plastic wrap over my new ink. “Besides, I still can’t believe you did this.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she trails kisses along the strip of medical tape. My dick is ready to bore into her like a secret ops mission, even if we are in a hospital bathroom. He’s not a picky prick about location as long as he’s cleared for mission ‘Cooter Assassination:’ The woman that I’ve fallen head over cock for over and over again the last few months, smiles against my skin before meeting my eyes. “Come on then, we’ve got a baby to see.”

  Leaving my shirt unbuttoned, I follow Chase and those clicking excuses to fuck she calls heels up the hall. “Daddy, Auntie Daisy had a baby! Like a really real one.” Jazzie squeals running up to me.

  “I know,” I reply scooping her up in my arms. “That’s why we’re here.”

  She scrunches up her nose, looking between Chase and me. “He cries really loud.”

  “Gray’s face scares me sometimes too. So, show me the kid already. Is he as good looking as I am?” I ask carrying her past Henry into Daisy’s room.

  “No need to worry, Daddy’s home.” I announce, sitting Jazzie on her feet. “Where’s my boy?”

  Daisy rolls her eyes, but is unable to hide her grin. “Brannon Henry Cole.” She says handing him to me. The sleeping little boy in my arms will run the show at the house just as much as Jazzie does.

  After negotiating with the guy who rented us the property, we all agreed to put down an offer to buy it outright. With kids, we knew there needed to be some place we owned other than a tour bus, even if they will be out on the road with us as much as possible. Renovations are underway so that both Aiden and Cam, along with Gray, Daisy and the Bran-man here, will have separate wings upstairs. Chase and I kept the basement apartment and I’m even looking into a caged in kennel for the Big Mack.

  “You timed you’re deployment a little prematurely, Bran-man.” I say knowing he got evicted early from the happiest place on Earth. A great pussy really is better than Disney Land, just sayin’. It’s kinda sad if you look at it like I see it. If this kid knew how hard he’s going to work trying to get back inside one of those velvet vises later on, he would have put his feet up and chilled.

  If I could, I would climb inside of Chase’s pussy and never leave. Although, Chase’s isn’t my mom, is she? So, yeah, not exactly the same thing, but you get the point. The lucky part is he has me to teach him my skills. To pass the torch, and train him in all the ways to conquer the world one pussy at a time. Just like I’m doing for Mack. Hunter Chesterfield, pussy whisperer.

  “On the plus side, you look nothing like your dad.” Glancing up at Gray, I smile as he flips me off. “Where’s everybody else?”

  “Mack took Cam and Aiden down to the cafeteria. Luke went with them I think.” Daisy looks up at me, expectantly. “Everything set?”

  I wink at her. “You know I got this.”

  When Jazzie climbs into Gray’s lap to steal the television remote, Chase walks over taking Brannon from me. “Gimmie, you’re such a baby hog. I can’t believe he’s finally here!” She gushes, cuddling him against her chest, making me immediately jealous. This baby is lucky as hell. He’s getting up close and personal with my woman’s sweater stretchers and no one calls him a pervert. “He’s so cute.”

  The baby is a genius! I think the student has surpassed the teacher already…

  Chase sways around the room; her sweater dress clings to her hips making my mouth water. “You’ve got everything ready right?” Daisy whispers. “I didn’t plan to leave so much left for you to do, Hunter. We never got a chance to…”

  “Shh, Mack and I h
ave the rest handled.” I wave her off, trying to keep my voice down so Chase doesn’t hear. “Daisy, you can’t control what goes on. Thought you learned lists were shit. Your water broke in a fucking jewelry store for fuck’s sake. Yes, it scared me shitless, but a Shaft man always knows when it’s time to come. Here you were worried you’d be overdue.”

  Daisy rolls her eyes and I squeeze her hand reassuringly. After getting Daisy’s help to propose to Chase, the last thing I expected was for her to go into labor two weeks early, during the planning stages. Luke was flying in to do my new ink and while ring shopping, her damn water breaks. Chase, being the gossip queen, calls her brother on her way to meet us at the hospital. Only she finds out he’s in baggage claim waiting on Mack to pick him up. So, yes, my tattoo surprise was a bit of a bust. The ring in my pants pocket, not so much.

  “I’m going to the hotel with Uncle Luke!” Jazzie tells Grayson. “He’s gonna take me to the pool and we’re gonna have a sleep over. He got me tattoo paints too, but Bits didn’t like them.”

  Gray looks up at me knowingly, shit. Of course Daisy told him. I may be proposing, but I’m not running off to Vegas. I’ll marry that gorgeous red head on a beach somewhere then fuck her in a cabana boy hut. All while those assholes play with their flower tattoos. Flowers aren’t the only way to be sweet, guys. Getting slash marks over my heart, though, that was totally fucking killer. My way of saying my Tiger Lily dug her claws in and got straight to my heart, like she said she would. Her imprint though is deeper than any ink I could get, but it was also a way to include her brother in my proposal.

  Thankfully, Luke and I are able to co-exist without further bloodshed. No, we don’t like each other. There’s not going to be any kind of bromance so swallow that fantasy now. Chase and, now, Jasmine love him, which means I can look over the hothead. Just like he says he can see past my swollen ego. As if I give a shit, but as long as the girls are happy, so am I. Luke is not a member of my fan club, though most men are intimidated by my degree of extraordinary.

  “Ever since we got pregnant, things have been so crazy. I never expected to feel so settled once he finally got here.” Gray says, watching Chase rock back and forth on the other side of the room.

  “Yeah, we.” Daisy huffs sarcastically.

  “We, my ass.” Chase argues playfully. “I didn’t see you squeeze a seven pound person out of one of your holes. I also missed where he sucked on your tit.”

  “Hey,” I shrug when he looks to me wide-eyed for help. “Don’t look at me man, I know better than to slack on doling out credit. I bow at these beautiful women’s feet.” Dramatically, I kiss Daisy’s hand. “All I wanna know is, how did I miss dinner and a peep show?” Waggling my eyebrows I tease, “How would one get a nursing bra curtain call?”

  “You’re such a pervert.” Chase scolds as the door opens.

  “You ready Jazzie?” Luke says peeking his head into the room. “We better go if you’re wanting to swim.”

  After saying our goodbyes to Gray, Daisy, and the baby; Mack loads up the ‘Burban and heads toward the hotel to drop off Luke and Jazzie. Up until now, I wasn’t nervous about asking her. I was calm and collected about the entire thing, steadfast in my decision to have both my girls have my last name.

  Now that the paperwork is final and Jasmine is now a Chesterfield, only one thing left. For Chase to become my wife, to have my last name. It won’t happen tomorrow, but it will be soon if I have my way. Embracing that thought was easy, asking her with the possibility of her saying ‘no’, that’s the thing that has my palms sweating like a virgin on prom night.

  She couldn’t possibly say ‘no’ to me, right?

  Well just in case, I had the one and only Daisy help my ass in the art of woo. I mean I can charm Chase naked any day, but this is a bit more delicate. So, with Daisy’s ideas and mixing in a few of my own, tonight will be a night neither of us will ever forget. In a good way, I hope.

  Chase

  “Are you sure you’re alright?” I ask Hunter for the fifth time since we left the hospital. Every few minutes he’s squirming in the seat and fumbling with his pants.

  Hunter’s eyes snap to mine nervously. “Sure, fine.” He says, fidgeting again. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he stares out the window.

  No one has said anything, the ride is completely quiet after Jazzie and Luke are gone. No banter, no joking, nothing. The tension in the vehicle is thick, making me wonder what the hell could be going on. The entire day has been a clusterfuck. Hunter, Mack, and Daisy run off this morning before I even finished my coffee. Some excuse about last minute shit that needed to be done to surprise Grayson. Next thing I know, it’s mass hysteria because Daisy’s water broke somewhere and Mack isn’t even with them. He’s on his way to pick up my brother, who suddenly has been planning a trip that I had no idea about.

  What the hell is going on around here?

  “Hey, how about we watch a movie?” I ask when we stop in front of the house. “I don’t know what to do with myself in a quiet house.”

  “The last thing that house will ever be is quiet.” Hunter chuckles pulling me from the car.

  Cam shrugs, “Sorry Sweets, I’ve got a date with a drummer.” Turning on her heel, she follows Aiden and Mack into the house, leaving me alone with Hunter.

  “Here,” Hunter says, holding up a black bandana between his fingers.

  “What the hell is up with you Hunter?” I laugh, watching his eyes. “Have you been drinking? No,” I gasp. “Luke’s ink was laced with some toxic shit and this is just the side effects of a bad acid trip.”

  “Very funny,” Hunter wraps the cloth over my eyes. “Now you’ll just have to trust me, won’t you?”

  Without being able to see, I allow Hunter to lead me. One step in front of the other, he guides me up the walk and into the front door. I concentrate on the floor under my feet, concrete to tile, tile to wood, wood to carpet. The door to the basement creaks as it opens. “Step down Tiger Lily, I won’t let you fall.”

  I count the eleven steps before we stop at the bottom. “Is this really necessary Hunter?” I ask when his arm tightens around my waist. My other senses heightened by the lack of sight, the smell of him, his warmth as he presses against my back. I’m trembling, dying for this man to touch me, but he doesn’t move. Hunter is happy just to hold me against him.

  “Holding you is always fuckin’ necessary.” He purrs against my ear, my entire body trembles. “Fuck, there’s so much I want to say, but none of it matters. It doesn’t make a shit’s bit of difference.” He mumbles, tensing against me. Hunter fists the hem of my dress, pulling it up around my hips. Rough calluses on his fingertips skimming along my stomach, tracing the line of lilies up to my bra before pulling the dress over my head.

  “Mmm,” I moan. Turning, I wrap my arms around his neck in desperation to feel more. Unable to see, I press my face into his neck to breathe him in.

  “I have only one thing to ask you before I lay you across the bar and bury my face between your legs.” He growls into my ear and my knees nearly go weak. “Marry me.” He blurts.

  Pulling back, I rip the cloth off to uncover my eyes. “Did you just ask me to marry you after…” I stop and take in the living room, candles are lit on nearly every flat surface. I can’t help grinning at the shot glasses and tequila on the counter. Even in the midst of all his sweet, Hunter would never put out champagne or wine.

  “After telling you I’m going to spread you out on the bar we ate eggs and bacon on this morning and tongue fuck you until you shatter every window in this house with your screams?” He finishes for me while fumbling in his pocket. “Yeah, babe, so if you’d answer me that’d be great. I wanna fuck you on every surface of this place wearin’ nothing but this.”

  “How did you do this?” I ask in disbelief.

  Hunter blows out an impatient breath then shrugs. “If you must know all my secrets, I had some help from Mack and Daisy. I wanted to go all out. You gonna marry me or what?�
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  “Are you crazy?” I ask, a sob rumbling up from my chest. Meeting his eyes, I watch as they soften.

  “God damn insane I tell you.” He replies matter of fact. Hunter’s face goes completely serious as he studies my eyes. “I’ve been crazy about you ever since you opened that mouth of yours. Marry me Tiger Lily. All that’s left for you to take is my name; you already have my heart.”

  Tears stream down my face, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” Hunter’s smile nearly splits his face as he slides the ring onto my finger. Lifting me into his arms her lies me on the bar, spreading my thighs. “No wedding in Vegas.” I blurt.

  Hunter’s eyes stay locked on his hands as they travel up my thighs. “No, Vegas is for the spooners babe. Plan out whatever the hell you want. We’ll write our own vows to say on a beach somewhere. Honestly, I don’t care where, but on our honeymoon, we spend every minute fucking through the ‘To do to Chase’ list in my head. I call it the Cuntersutra.”

  A thousand smart ass comments swirl in my head, but are scattered by his hands on me. The way his tongue wets his lip hungrily as he slides my panties down my legs nearly has me begging. He stares at me like a man starved and all I want is for him to take everything from me. The look on his face tells me he needs it just as badly as I do.

  “Ah holy shit.” I moan when he slides two fingers into me, curving them so that I arch my hips to seek more. My body aches in desperation, the deep seeded need he placed there months ago has never gone away. God, I hope it never does. I crave him, need him, love him, and he loves me. Hunter is both, my dragon and my knight, two sides of the same coin.

  Wow, who knew that a little prologue I wrote at midnight on a stormy night in October 2013 would turn into all this? Who knew that a secondary character would get so much love? Not me, that’s for sure! Hunter is for the readers. I hope that even though Hunter did not screw everything that walked, you come away knowing him and loving him more than before. Don’t be sad, this is not the end. Shaft is by far from over. Spin offs and more Shaft is coming, there’s no way to stop it. Hunter’s book is done, as you see, but he’s not done talking.