“There's a small bathroom down the hall here, and then there's the upstairs,” I tell her as I hold my hand out to her. I'm so enjoying the many different expressions on her face as she tries to absorb everything I'm throwing at her. I lead her up the open, wooden staircase that's in the hall across from the bathroom and I hit a light switch when we get to the top. “It has two bedrooms and a bathroom up here,” I flick on another light. Of course Colt is right on her heels, almost as eager for her attention as I am. “This is one bedroom.” I plan for it to be the spare, so it only has a bed in there for now. “And down here is the master bedroom,” I lead her down the hall and turn the light on in the other bedroom as we step in. It's a really large room with big, beautiful windows overlooking the lake. I've choosen a dark wood bedroom set, and grey and white bedding. “And then the master bath,” I say and turn on the light in there. It's right off the bedroom and fairly spacious, all done in grey tiles and tones. The shower is large and framed in tile and glass.
Haylee stands frozen, just looking around the bathroom. “Holy crap, Chase! This place is unreal!” she finally speaks, and I relax a little. “I don't know how you did all of this from LA.”
“Griff helped me out a lot.”
“So obviously he knows. What about Brynn?” she asks.
I shake my head. “Just Griff. I wanted to surprise you,” I tell her stepping in front of her and framing her face with my hands. “I wanted you to know that I'm staying this time.” She looks up at me with wonder in her eyes and I lean down to kiss her firmly on the lips. Her hands come up to cover mine and the kiss turns urgent fast. I pull back a bit finally to catch my breath. “So I take it you like it?”
She laughs out loud. “What's not to like? Where on earth did you get the money for all of this?”
I shrug. “My folks put a bunch of money for me into stocks and it's done really well. Mostly though, it's from competitions and sponsorships. I didn't spend much while I lived in the apartment with Dylan,” I explain. Money isn't important to me like it is to my parents. They let their greed devour them, and I don't want to end up like that. I need a place to live, a vehicle, and the only thing I am really taking a chance on is the business I plan to open.
I think about how I had planned to bring her here the night I got back into town. Things had blown up because of Lexi's bullshit, but she's here now and I couldn't have been happier.
“I don't even know what to say, Chase,” she says quietly, as she walks around looking at the bedroom furniture. “I'm so happy for you.”
“This is your place too,” I tell her and she spins to face me with a shocked expression. “I mean, I'm not asking you to move in or anything if you're not ready. I just want you to know that you're welcome here anytime.” I can hear the blood rushing in my ears. I don't know if I've said that correctly. I don't know if she is going to run out the front door screaming. I bought this place though with her in mind, and if it were up to me, she would move in tonight.
She walks a little unsteadily until she's sitting down on the edge of the bed. I like the image of her there way more than I probably should. I'm having visions of pushing her backwards and showing her right here and now how very serious I am. “You just got back in town. . .and we just had a huge fight. . .or whatever you want to call it.” She looks up at me with the eyes of a scared child as I walk over and sit down beside her. “I don't think I should move in with you yet. . .I didn't even know. . .I don't want to ruin what we just got started. . .”
“Hayles, it's okay,” I insist. “I'm not trying to pressure you or anything. I need a place to live, and this is perfect for what I have in mind, for what I want to do now. I love you, and I just want you to know that you can come here anytime. We can decide on the rest later.” She visibly relaxes beside me. I have to remind myself that I'm two years older than she is, and I've just sprung so much on her.
We end up watching a movie down in the living room. She's curled up against my side on the new sofa, and I can't remember the last time I've felt so. . .content. We talked about my business plan, and I tell her that I have a great lead on a slightly used wakeboarding boat here in the area. I'm going to use my King of Wake title to advertise for the place. She ends up falling asleep snuggled up against me, and I have all these visions of our future flashing through my mind. It's overwhelming, but in the very best way.
I finally wake her up when the movie has finished. She yawns and stretches beside me, and she looks so beautiful in that moment. “Stay with me here tonight?” I ask her and she freezes. “Just tonight. It's late, and I'd love nothing more than to spend my first night here with you.”
“Okay,” she smiles and my heart swells.
“What about your mom? Will you get in trouble?” I don't want to cause any problems between her and her mom.
She shakes her head though. “No, my car is there, and my bedroom door is closed. When she gets home, she'll be tired, and she'll just assume that I'm already asleep in my room.”
I grab her hand and tow her upstairs to the bedroom. “I don't have anything to sleep in,” she tells me as she looks around. She's still wearing that sexy dress from dinner.
I can't stop myself. I walk over to her and put my hands on either side of her neck, careful to avoid the bruises. “You don't need anything,” I whisper and I hear her gasp before I lean down and claim her mouth with mine. I pull the straps of her dress down over her shoulders until it pools at her feet. I reach back and unclasp the strapless, black bra she's wearing and then step back a bit. “There. . .perfect.” I smile at her flawlessness standing before me in only a pair of lacy black panties. The moonlight is reflecting off the ripples of the lake and dancing in through the windows, highlighting her perfect body.
She bites down on her bottom lip. “Then you have way too many clothes on,” she grins and steps forward, her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt. I just watch her as she unbuttons my shirt, her eyes hooded, her fingers trembling slightly. She reaches up and pushes the shirt off over my shoulders. I reach back and pull the t-shirt I'm wearing off as her fingers move down to the button of my jeans. Once she has the button and zipper open, she shoves the denim down my legs and stands back up to look at me. I brush her hair back from her face and then she leans in, pressing the warmth of her lips along the skin of my shoulder and then down to my chest. She kisses right over the tattoo with her intial on it and glances up at me with a playful grin as she does. I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath until she trails her tongue over my nipple and I suck in a quick gulp of air. She kisses her way down my chest and abs until she's on her knees in front of me. I'm sure my legs will give out as I groan loudly and grip my fist in her soft hair. This is one of those fantasies that has been in my head for years, and I seriously cannot believe we are here like this right now. Her large, round eyes are trained up on me and I'm sure I've never seen anything more beautiful. With one of her small hands wrapped around the base of my cock, she begins licking my tip with her hot, little tongue. She quickly realizes that the area beneath the crown is wicked sensitive and she's killing me with her teasing. When she finally takes my length slowly into her mouth, I can't keep my eyes open any longer. I let my head fall back as she sucks in my entire length. I lose track everything around me as she slides me in and out of her mouth and swirls her tongue around the end. I can't hold my hips still but I at least try to keep the rocking motion to a minimum. I don't want to hurt her or take things too far.
Before I lose it completely, I reach down to her arms and pull her back up to me. Her big, desire-filled eyes look at me, worried that she's done something wrong. Problem, is she's too 'right.' “I'm just not ready to finish yet,” I tell her and her face relaxes. She is so worried that she isn't enough for me when there can't be anything further from the truth. She is all I'll ever want. I kiss her then, moving us backward until we both topple onto the bed, laughing. I take my time exploring her entire body with my mouth and my hands, trying to recover a
little bit from what she's just done to me. After a while she's writhing and panting as I settle myself between her thighs.
“Chase. . .please. . .” she pants, those long lashes of hers fluttering heavily over her eyes.
“Please what?” I ask her softly, my fingers trailing all around where I know she wants me. Her hips are lifting to meet me, but I won't give her what she is so desperately searching for.
“Please. . . I need you inside me,” she pleads. I stretch up to kiss her mouth as I move myself to her entrance. Her fingers are digging into my shoulder blades, trying to pull me deeper.
I can't wait anymore, and I know she can't either. I slide slowly inside of her as she arches her back and groans in pleasure. I keep going until I'm buried to the hilt. “I love you with all my heart, Hayles,” I whisper and then I begin to move a bit faster.
“I love you too,” she whispers and wraps her legs around my waist. I have never felt so close, so connected to another person as I do right now. She cries out my name as we both go over the edge together. Neither of us moves until our breathing has settled down some. I shift so that I'm lying on my side, and I pull her back against my chest, wrapping my arms around her. I pull the sheet up over us and kiss her shoulder and neck.
“Your new bed is amazing,” she whispers, and we both chuckle.
Waking up the next morning in my new house, in my new bed, with Haylee wrapped in my arms is enough to put a lump in my throat. I could die now and I would be a very happy man, but I am ever thankful to have survived a near-death experience in order to make it to this day.
Chapter 36 - Haylee
Being with Chase in his bed in his own house is like something straight out of a dream. When he told me that he had a surprise for me, I honestly had no idea what it could be, but a house and a truck and a business had not even been on my radar. As I wake slowly to the early morning light coming in through the beautiful windows, I can't help but think about how lucky I am. How many people get a second chance with the love that they thought they lost? Chase and I, we've come a long way and we're in a great place now. That's why I can't bring myself to move in with him just yet. We need to get settled a little first. That and my mom would probably freak out. I'm almost nineteen though, so it isn't as if she can stop me.
I roll over with my arm out searching for him beside me, but the other side of the bed is empty. I sit up, wincing, my body still stiff and sore. I look around the room for a minute, and I realize that it's raining outside. The clouds are thick and ominous looking, and rain is sheeting down the windows. I'm just about to get up when I notice a piece of paper on Chase's pillow. I grab it and flip it over.
Breakfast awaits whenever you're ready, beautiful
C
I smile as I drag my achy body to stand up and walk over to the windows.
I grab Chase's shirt from last night off the floor and slide it on along with my panties. The shirt comes down to my knees, but hey, it covers me up and it smells amazing, just like him. The droplets of rain make the surface of the lake look hazy and pock marked. I get a chance to see the dock out back in the half daylight and it's huge! The yard is large and well maintained. I find myself smiling as I think about the business he's planning to open and how Griff and I could help. This is all just beyond incredible.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers beside my ear, causing me to jump in the air.
“Shit, Chase! I didn't know you were even there,” I gasp, trying to get my heart rate to come down. He chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist from behind and nuzzles his stubbled jaw against my neck.
“I came up to check on you and finding you standing here in my shirt is making it very difficult to want to go downstairs for breakfast,” he says in a low, gruff voice, the warmth of his breath sending chills skittering down my arms.
“I was just admiring your place,” I tell him, gazing out the window again and enjoying the feel of his strong, warm body behind me.
“Pretty amazing, huh?”
“Yup, just like you,” I say as I spin around to face him. He's wearing only a pair of athletic shorts which are sitting dangerously low on his hips. I let my eyes graze over his abs and chest and stand on my toes to kiss along his neck. I feel the vibrations of his groan against my lips. We head downstairs and I discover that he's made eggs and bacon and has sliced up fresh fruit. Yet another surprise. Chase can cook. He must have learned when he lived alone in Cali.
When we finish, he just stacks the dishes in the sink and raises one eyebrow at me. “Test the shower out with me?”
I let my head fall back as I laugh, but then I take off, racing him up the stairs. He catches up with me easily, able to skip about three steps at a time and when he does, he grabs me around the waist and I spin around laughing. He narrows his eyes at me, and before I know what's happening, he has lifted me up and thrown me over one shoulder. His big hand holds onto my thighs as he marches me right into the bathroom before setting me down. I wince a bit when he does and my hand automatically goes across my stomach where the pain is. He sees this and pulls his shirt that I'm wearing open to find a large bruise along my lower abdomen.
“Aw shit, Hayles. I forgot about the bruises. I'm so sorry,” he apologizes touching his fingers to the purpled skin.
“It's okay!” I insist. “It's not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal. I need to be careful with you for awhile,” his lips lift into a half grin as he says it. I am not having any of that careful crap though. I narrow my eyes at him now and make a show of letting his shirt glide down my arms until it falls to the floor. I watch as his pupils grow along with the front of his shorts, and I fight back a grin. Next I bite my bottom lip because that always seems to get a response from him, and then reaching down to hook my thumbs in the sides of my panties. His chest is rising and falling more quickly. I bend down as I pull the lacey, satiny material all the way down and with the tip of my toe, I flick my panties up at his chest. His eyes seem impossibly wide and he actually catches them against his chest. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groans, and I can't fight the smile any longer. It's so surreal to have this kind of power over a gorgeous guy easily twice my size.
I turn away from him, knowing that he's still watching, and turn the water on in the shower. When I glance back over my shoulder, cocking my hip upward for his perusal, I can no longer see any of the icy blue of his eyes. It has been swallowed by the blackness of his pupils. He yanks his shorts and boxers down roughly and stalks toward me. I step inside just before he reaches me, but he quickly follows and presses me against the back wall. His hands are on either side of my head, caging me in, and his chest is heaving for breath. The water is warm against our already heated skin, and I watch as it beads up on his thick, dark lashes.
“You don't play fair,” he mumbles, his lips just inches from mine. I tilt my head upward, letting my lips fall open, begging him to kiss me.
“I don't want you to be careful with me,” I tell him when he doesn't move. “I'm not made of glass. I want you to be you.”
“I don't think you know what you're asking for,” he says, his hips thrust forward and restraining me against the wall. I gasp when I feel the ridge of his arousal thick and hot against my belly. I can feel my own need clawing low in my core.
“Show me,” I challenge letting my hands travel down to his butt and pulling him even more firmly against me. I see his Adam's apple slide down the column of his throat right before he crushes his mouth to mine. His entire body is pressed against mine, pinning me firmly against the cool tile wall. His mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck as I fight to keep standing and breathing. I gasp as he reaches down and grabs my right leg behind my knee and roughly pulls it up around his hip. I'm about to lose my mind with desire and need just as one of his hands travels down and he slips a finger inside of me. My hips thrust out to meet him and I arch my back as much as I can between him and the tile wall. His mouth is all over me and eventually he has one of my nipples between his
teeth. Hot water pours down all over us, slicking our skin making us glide easily against one another.
“Chase. . .” I gasp. “I need you. . .“ My voice dies off as he picks up my other leg, putting it around his hip also. Now I'm completely supported by his body.
“I know, baby, I need you too,” his voice is so low and thick that I can barely hear it over the rushing water. With me supported against the wall, my arms around his neck, his reaches down and brings his cock up to my sex, sliding it along the length of me.
“Chase, please,” I beg, my neck angled back, my body begging him.
“Please what, Hayles?” he pants as he rains kisses along my neck.
“Please fuck me,” I gasp and close my eyes as he finally begins to slide inside of me. I cry out, wanting more and, this time, he's quick to give it to me. He slides so deep inside of me that I lift right off of his hips and then he begins pounding my body against the shower wall. I can't get enough of him, my hands clawing at his back, pulling him closer. He's so powerful, and I'm lost in the heady sensation. My body thrashes and moves on its own as I climax around him, his name echoing from my lips throughout the bathroom. He slams into me twice more and then he's still as he hisses my name and lets go inside of me. I never want to leave this shower.
Eventually he lowers me down so that I'm standing on my own two feet again, but my legs are shaking something fierce. We finally spend time washing each other thoroughly and then step out of the shower, tired all over again. Chase wraps one of his towels around me first. He's really thought of everything for his new place.
“It could be like this every day. . .someday,” he smiles at me as he tucks a towel around his own waist. My heart races at the thought, but I also know I'll never get a damn thing done!
I have to work for Griff's dad today, so I have Chase drop me off at home to grab some clothes. I'm currently wearing one of Chase's wakeboarding t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. At least my mom isn't home. I'm not sure she would miss the fact that I am wearing his clothes late in the morning. Thunder rumbles across the sky as I kiss him with a hand on the back of his neck in the cab of his truck. “I'm done at two,” I tell him, pulling back to look at his face.
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