Chase (Lakefield Book 4)

by Jennifer Vester

  “I’m leaving!” I yelled and squirmed against him.

  “The hell you are,” he growled and took me over to the bed. He flung me into the middle and I bounced onto my back.

  He was on me before I could recover. His huge body pressed me into the blankets and felt solid as a rock against me.

  “Brock!” I squirmed against him, trying to dislodge him.

  One of his legs nudged mine apart and he shifted against me. I could feel a bulge against my inner thigh as he pinned me down with his chest.

  I started swatting at his shoulders trying to feebly make him get off.

  “Andromeda,” he said slowly and I stopped. His eyes had gotten a strange glint in them and he wore a dark smirk on his face. “What did I tell you about those hands?”

  I snatched my hands back quickly and scowled at him. “Let me up, Brock. I hate you.”

  “Uh-huh,” he said as his eyes dropped to my mouth. “Hate me all you want but I warned you. You just tested me.”

  He grabbed my wrists and hauled them above my head, where he pinned them down with one hand. His other hand reached down as he shifted to the side and unbuckled his belt. I heard the metal clasp come loose then heard the leather slide through the loops.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, panicked at the glimpse of the belt.

  “Exactly what I said I was going to do to you if you smacked me again. I keep my promises.”

  I tried arching my back to move him off but he didn’t even flinch. His hips pressed into mine for leverage as he brought the belt up and reached over my head. I felt the warm leather wrap around my wrists and tighten.

  His mouth tipped up on the side in a half-smile. “Thank you for testing me, Andi. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”

  “Let me go, Brock.”

  “Not a chance,” he smirked.

  He dug his feet into the mattress and pushed us both up the bed. When we stopped, he sat up and I felt the leather belt tug at my wrists again.

  He leaned back and sat up on his knees between my legs. My dress was scrunched up to my hips and there was no way to pull it down.

  I yanked on the belt but couldn’t get my hands free. Looking above me, I saw that he had tied the belt and my wrists around one of the bed posts.

  “Want to talk about tonight, baby?” he asked as he looked down at me.

  My nipples pebbled as his gaze burned a path down my body. I might have been mad at him but I was fully aware of his potent sexually charged looks. He was sexy even now.

  “Talk about what? This is ridiculous.”

  One of his hands started caressing the inside of my thigh. “We could talk about why you ran off with Gabriel and I had to chase you around a full room of people. Or we could talk about the part where you stole my car.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. You were playing around with the blonde. I saw you.”

  His hand moved slowly up my thigh and I gasped when he got to my center. One of his fingers started slowly making circles against my thong.

  “I wasn’t playing around with her, Andi. She’s a colleague. She’s a flirt but that’s all she is.”

  “Does that even matter in your world? You’re a player,” I accused him.

  His finger stopped for a second. “I think I’ve stated this before. A few months ago, I would have agreed that I was a player and I’ve had a lot of mutually satisfying experiences. But a few months ago, I met you. I’ve had a hard-on everyday ever since.”

  I frowned at him. Maybe what I had seen wasn’t what I had thought it was. “Why were you coming back into the party then?”

  He smiled, “With Angela? You are a jealous girl. I like it. She works on my events and helps with some public relations, we met with the caterers to discuss the schedule for the next few days. She flirts but it’s nothing.”

  I huffed and turned away from him.

  His finger resumed its circling. “Is that it, sweet jealous girl?”

  I bit my lip when he hit a sensitive spot. “I can’t give you what you want. I need to go.”

  He shook his head. “Yes, you can. If I have to remind you every day, Andi, you’re staying with me.”

  My back arched off the bed when he flicked at my nub.

  “I love to watch you. Your face has so many reactions. I can tell when you’re happy, sad, nervous. When you get mad, your bottom lip sticks out a little in a pout. That look you gave me when you took off in my car, fucking priceless. You should have been born with horns for that one. But my favorite one is the one you gave me in the pool today. So curious and trusting. Just for a second.”

  My eyes shifted to his. I didn’t remember giving him any looks because my mind was focused on his finger. My mouth parted when he started tugging at my thong. He slipped it down my legs then looked back at me.

  “I see curious. Are you curious, Andi?”

  I chewed on my lip before answering. “Maybe.”

  He smirked at me. “Good. Do you want me?”

  I narrowed my eyes at him but couldn’t tell him that I didn’t. My body wanted him in every way at the moment.

  Still smirking, he winked at me. “Let’s work on trusting me.”

  He reached up and loosened his tie before sliding it out of his collar. His eyes never left mine and he gave me a penetrating intense look. It was the kind of look that was both dominant and vulnerable as he laid his tie down beside my hip.

  My breath quickened as he took off his jacket and began undoing the top button of his shirt. He glanced down at my mouth then slowly slid down to my open legs in front of him. His full mouth neither smiled nor frowned, only remained silent while he looked at me with heated interest.

  I tried to close my legs when his eyes lingered on my center.

  He glanced up. “Everything about you is beautiful, Andromeda.”

  He reached the end of his shirt and yanked it out of his pants. His muscles bulged as he peeled it off his shoulders and arms. I skimmed over him, admiring the hard lines.

  He shifted out of my legs and turned me to the side. My hip lay into the blankets, facing the side. He crawled off the bed in front of me and shed his pants. His boxer briefs covered what I already knew was underneath.

  I started squirming, thinking about the size of it and clearly seeing that he was already hard.

  He glanced up at my movement. “Do you trust me, Andi?”

  I looked up at him, uncertain of the answer. “I don’t know.”

  “You will. Every inch of you will learn to trust me. Then you’ll let go and let me take care of you.”

  “I take care of myself, Brock,” I said, as I watched him walk toward the bathroom and back again. He hid whatever he went to retrieve in the palm of his hand, went to the nightstand and put it in the drawer. When he crawled back on the bed he turned my legs to face him again and picked up the tie beside my hip.

  His hands parted my legs before he maneuvered his body between them.

  For some reason, I let him. He was right in seeing my curiosity.

  “I know you take care of yourself. I’m asking you to let me take care of you now. No matter what we do, or where we go, I need you to know that I will. That I will protect you.”

  I knew we were going to have sex. Thinking back on it, I knew it the moment I first saw him in the bar I met him at. Even though I had slapped him and pushed him away. For some reason, I knew we would end up doing this. I just didn’t know how or where.

  Being tied to a bed wasn’t something I had envisioned. It was strange and I got why it had happened, but not why I felt semi turned on by the power he had over me now. It wasn’t like me to feel anything but annoyed when any guy tried to assert their dominance. It normally struck me as arrogant.

  With Brock though, and his thoughtful but powerfully heated looks, it felt different. Like it wasn’t arrogance but more of a show of possession. Like he wanted to show me how much my body could or already did belong to him. It wasn’t bad, just different and what he sa
id made me feel special in a way.

  What was wrong with me?

  “Why—,” I started to say. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  He winked at me. “Trust me, Andi. Do you think I would hurt you?”

  I glanced down at his split lip. If he did want to, he could have a hundred times by now.

  I shook my head.

  He smiled slightly and his eyes narrowed. “I hope you know it.”

  “Your lip is still a little bloody.”

  His tongue slid over his lip. “Yeah, I didn’t get all of it. Want to help?”

  He leaned in and hovered right above me, his lips just out of reach. I could smell the slight tanginess of his breath. It reminded me of the champagne earlier. He wore a subtle but musky cologne or aftershave that was now burned into my permanent memory as distinctly all Brock.

  I wasn’t sure why but the thought of kissing his split lip appealed to me. In a way it felt like something strangely intimate that only two seasoned lovers might do. Like I could kiss away the hurt for him.

  I tentatively stretched my chin up and brushed my lips across his bottom lip. My tongue came out and I tasted the tangy metallic flavor of him.

  “Hmm,” he said. “Thank you.”

  His mouth came down on mine and his tongue slid between my lips. I tasted less of the metallic flavor and more of the champagne flavor of him. It was sweet, intoxicating and something that I wanted more of. If I could bottle his flavor I would drink it every day.

  He pulled back and kissed at the corner of my mouth. His hand came up holding his tie. He smiled at me as he slid it around my eyes.

  I tried turning my head away. “Brock—”

  “This is the hardest thing I’m going to ask you to do. Just let go, Andromeda. Let go of everything and just feel. Trust in what you feel from me.”

  His hands stopped moving but I could feel the tie securely fastened. His hands slid down to my shoulders and squeezed slightly. Then I felt the seams rip along my side and he tugged at it.

  I cried out. “Bock, that’s an expensive dress! And that does not feel good.”

  “I know, I bought it. I’ll buy you a thousand dresses. Jesus, Andi. You’re gorgeous in lace.”

  I couldn’t see his eyes to see if he was being sincere or not. It was a disconcerting feeling, not to be able to tell at all.

  His fingers undid the lace bra and it slipped off. I listened for him to say something as my nipples tightened further with the air hitting them.

  I was about to speak up when I felt his open, wet mouth start sucking at the underside of my breast. His hands slipped up the outside of my thighs in a soothing and gentle gesture.

  My back arched off the bed and I let out a quiet yell.

  One of his hands came up and started kneading my nipple. I felt his other hand slowly slide under my knee and lift it over his hip.

  My hands tugged at the belt. I wanted so much to touch him, to run my hands up his chest. It was like punishment not to be able to feel him against the skin of my fingertips. Feel the softness of his flesh stretched over his tight muscles.

  His mouth kissed a trail up my chest until it came crashing down on mine again. I raised up to meet him and devoured his tongue. I purposely bit at his lip and tasted his metallic flavor again. Why this situation was making me so hot at all was beyond my comprehension. My mind was a blasted mess of jumbled sensations as his fingers tugged at my nipples and rubbed against my folds.

  He slid a finger into me and groaned. I knew I was wet from wanting him. I had never orgasmed before with my first experiences and I had already risen to a level of pleasure with Brock that exceeded what I had felt before.

  Whether it was the blindfold or the belt or just him, I couldn’t guess. When his finger started diving in and out of me though I started to shiver as a massive set of tingles hit my body. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, my gut clenched, my back arched and I let out a long moan as he sucked on my bottom lip.

  “So sweet,” he whispered. “Do you know how utterly sweet you are?”

  I was building fast to something just out of reach. Something that I was climbing to that felt like I might shatter from.

  “Brock,” I whimpered.

  He removed his fingers and I felt pressure at my opening. The head of his cock started slowly pushing in.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “Andromeda, you’re so beautiful. So tight.”

  I cried out when he slipped in to me suddenly. My body wasn’t accustomed to him and I felt it stretch so much to fit around him that I thought I might rip in half. He was huge and it was as tough as I imagined it to be to accommodate him. He pressed forward slowly for a second then stopped. Then there was more of him sliding in and I felt him reach my hilt. It hurt and yet I felt like he had always belonged there at the same time.

  He kissed lightly at my mouth and slid his hands over my hips.

  “Relax baby. Breathe. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.”

  I let out a pent up breath that I didn’t realize I was even holding. I sucked back in a huge shuddering breath a moment later and heard Brock chuckle.

  He kissed at my ear and then hit the spot that drove me crazy. Lightning struck through me and as I arched my back he began to move. His pace was slow at first, thrusting in a small steady rhythm.

  “Does that feel good sweet girl?” he whispered against my skin.

  “Yes,” I said on a moan.

  He kept kissing at the small spot beside my ear and I heard his low grunts of pleasure as he continued to move inside me. My senses were overloaded. The sweet, musky smell of him as I breathed him in, the sounds of his pleasure, the feel of him sliding in me and rubbing my thighs. His mouth found mine again and I nearly cried out with the taste of him once again in my mouth.

  The tie he used to bind my eyes came off and he lifted above me. His pace quickened as my eyes opened to see him. His muscles were strained and he had a slight painful look on his face. His jaw was clenched as he looked in my eyes.

  The turbulence I saw in those green depths showed me how much he was holding himself in check. They pulled me in and swept me up into whatever stormy emotions he was trying to convey.

  He broke contact to gaze down at my skin.

  I looked down to see our bodies connected. His cock sliding in and out of me.

  His hand slid down between us and he rubbed against my clit twice.

  I screamed as a shattering wave of pleasure came over me. It crashed into every muscle in my body and made me feel alive. My back came off the bed and my legs clamped around him. I lifted up to impale myself to the hilt and felt him slide back as my legs strained against him.

  “Andi,” he said in a surprised voice.

  He lifted my hips and drove deep into my already tightly wound body. I clamped around him as another wave hit me and I screamed again. One of his hands reached up to my shoulder and tugged at it while his cock slammed into me. His fingers lifted to my face and found my mouth. I parted my lips for him then sucked hard.

  He grew larger inside me and I could feel him nearly burning up. I saw his face strained as he kept looking at me. His eyes pinning me to the bed in their frantic need to brand me.

  He jerked inside me and he threw his head back to let out the most terrifying sound I had ever heard. All the while the most endearing, because it was my name that he bellowed.

  His head lowered and he looked at me. A look of vulnerability slid across his face when he looked into my eyes and then was gone.

  “Brock,” I said as a tear slid down my face.

  His mouth came down on mine and I felt my hands being freed. My wrists felt nearly numb from the jerking strain I had put on them.

  He kissed my tears and rubbed my wrists as his body sank into mine

  My fingers were finally able to touch him as I slid them lightly across his back. He shivered and kissed softly at my neck.

  He slipped out of me and rolled us both on our sides facing each other.

>   His eyes scanned mine. “Do you trust me yet?”

  I opened my mouth to ask why he thought sex with him would change something then paused. Blinking a few times, my brain only formed one answer. He had done something to me. I had surrendered something to him and yet I hadn’t lost anything.

  My eyes slipped to his mouth and the split in it. He would kill to protect me he had said. He would protect me. Somewhere in the depths of my sleepy and satiated mind I knew it was the sex talking but right now I didn’t care. That’s what I knew right now.

  I looked back in his murky green eyes that seemed clearer than ever as he stared at me.

  “Yes, I trust you.”

  “Are you mine?” he asked as his eyebrow arched.

  “Yes.”

  He touched his forehead to mine and kissed along my cheek softly. “You’re beautiful, Andromeda. I’ll never forget the way you sounded tonight when you came for me. One of many times to come but I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life.”

  His hand came up to cup the side of my jaw. I closed my eyes, turned my face into his palm and kissed him softly yet sadly.

  He was everything I never expected. Could I walk away from him if I really had to?

  Chapter Eleven

  I felt a small pinch on my arm that woke me up out of my deep sleep. It had been sharp but brief.

  When I opened my sleepy eyes I saw Brock lean back toward the night stand on his side of the bed. He opened the drawer for some reason then turned back to me.

  He gave me a small smile then gathered me in his arms.

  “Did you just pinch me?” I asked in a groggy voice.

  He smirked. “Yes, are you hungry?”

  I groaned and planted my face back in my pillow.

  “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for an hour. Did you know you drool in your sleep?”

  I groaned again then looked up at him frowning. “I do not drool and it’s too early to wake up.”

  His hand reached out and moved my hair away from the side of my face. Murky green eyes met mine for a moment then he leaned in and kissed me softly on my cheek.

  “Okay, you don’t drool but you make these cute kitten sounds in your sleep.”