by J. C. Reed
“Hmm?” His eyes were hooded, mirroring my own lust.
“This will be the last time,” I whispered and arched my back, signaling that I was more than ready for him.
Chapter 17
For a moment, Chase stared at me, his eyes shimmering with desire intermingled with countless unspoken questions, as though he couldn’t believe my invitation. And then he began to undress me in a hurry, his hands flying over my body, squeezing beneath my clothes.
His lips started to kiss my naked skin, leaving a wet trail behind. I let him touch me, caught up in the heat of the moment, and moaned as his hand moved in determined strokes over my inner thighs.
“You’re really something,” Chase whispered.
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“The best.”
My body yearned for his touch, my mind marveling at the heat his hands left behind. Cupping my breasts, he sucked one nipple in between his lips, then paid the same attention to the other, until they became so hard it almost hurt.
I threw my head back and pulled him on top of me, my body shivered against burning skin. My fingers roamed over his back, his broad shoulders, and finally settled in his silky hair. I wanted him naked. I wanted him inside me, filling me, stretching me.
“You sure kept me waiting,” Chase murmured and pried my legs apart, settling between my thighs. His breath brushed my naked skin, my most sensitive spot.
“All good things are worth the wait,” I said.
Especially you.
“You’re so right about that.”
As soon as his tongue licked my clit, I moved.
“Don’t,” I whispered.
My words stopped him. With clouded eyes, he gazed at me. “Why not?”
“I won’t be able to control myself.”
“I have all time in the world, if that’s what worries you.”
I shook my head. “I don’t want to wait. I need you now,” I whispered.
“You sure?” As if to point out what I’d be missing, his tongue brushed my clit again, and again, his fingers rubbing against my folds, almost sending me over the edge.
“Very sure,” I half-whispered, half-moaned, and let out a sudden gasp as his tongue probed my entry.
Oh, my God.
It felt so good.
My sex clenched, fueled by the soft, penetrating motion of his tongue.
“Fuck me, Chase,” I whispered. “Fuck me, now.”
His fingers pulled back.
The sudden emptiness surprised me.
Had he listened to my command?
I opened my eyes and saw him standing. The look in his eyes was fierce and wild.
“What are you doing?” I mumbled.
Why the fuck wasn’t he moving?
Undressing?
Doing something, rather than just staring at my exposed flesh?
I lifted one leg high up in the air to give him all the view he wanted. It was something I never thought I’d be doing for a man—be proactive, straightforward with my desire.
“If it’s going to be the last time, then I’ll do it on my own terms,” Chase said, his eyes hooded. “I want you to do as I say when I say it.”
I nodded, fascinated by his pure primal energy. He peeled off his shirt and jeans. My tongue wet my suddenly dry lips as he removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans to reveal his magnificent erection.
I expected him to drop the belt. Instead, he held it up. “I’ll hold on to this.”
He leapt onto the bed.
My heartbeat quickened as his hand grabbed my wrists, pinning me to the spot. The belt went around my wrists and the headboard, his touch gentle but definite, the look in his eyes, something I had never seen before.
It was dominant, and possessive. And so fucking sexy. His voice was husky, his breath hot against my suddenly cold skin.
“You’re not going to forget me,” he whispered in my ear.
As if anyone would.
His voice was deep and strained, filled with control and so much desire, I knew it could easily match mine.
My body trembled as I watched him kneel and take his hard cock into his hand, his fingers moving up and down his hard shaft, his eyes never leaving me. The strokes were slow and measured, his breathing raspy, as his gaze traced every inch of me, lingering on my breasts, the soft spot between my legs.
His heady smell permeated the air, making me painfully aware just how much I wanted him. My sex clenched again, my mouth watered at the thought teasing him the way I knew he was about to tease me.
“Let me taste you,” I begged, eager to take him into my mouth.
“Not today, baby. Today it’s all about you.”
I couldn’t stop the shudder running through me as he moved between my legs, spreading them wide apart to settle between my thighs. Two fingers squeezed inside me, probing, stretching. I moaned and lifted my hips just a little bit, urging him to go deeper.
“You’re wet for me,” Chase growled, his tone almost feral.
How could I tell him that I was always wet for him? Always ready.
“Tell me what you want, Laurie.” The command was sharp. Not answering was not an option.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, my eyes locked with his. “Just tonight. For the last time.”
His eyes darkened, but not with lust. Flames of anger flashed through them, turning the gray blue a few shades darker.
“As you wish.”
His hands busied themselves with the belt, tightening even though I could barely move my wrists.
I closed my eyes, feeling him settling, the head of his cock against my folds, my wetness coating him a moment before he slid inside me, one inch at a time. I felt my mind losing focus. Another shudder rocked me as he thrust into me until I could take no more and shifted, the size and weight of his cock too big.
A bit uncomfortable, too tight.
And yet the burning and desire didn’t stop.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything he had to give.
His hand moved down to my clit, rubbing it in slow, relentless strokes, until the pressure inside me built up, ready to throw me over the edge.
“Don’t fight it, Laurie.” His voice was hoarse, aroused by the fact that he was deep inside me twitching, but not moving, stretching me, but not giving me the friction I so desperately sought.
We were connected, linked, my body shaking with exhaustion, screaming for the release only he could give me.
Soon, I knew, I would come, no matter whether he moved or not, because his fingers were doing a hell of a job.
The oncoming climax was hanging over my head like a sword.
“Please just fuck me,” I begged.
“Not yet. You’re too tight for me. I want you to be completely wet, otherwise it’s going to hurt.” His tone was strained, as though he was having a hard time controlling himself.
His words made no sense.
I was wet, wasn’t I?
His fingers moved faster while his body and his cock stood still. My hips lifted to grant him deeper access.
He groaned but didn’t move.
Damn it.
His fingers moved faster. The pulsating ache between my legs intensified. And then I felt it. My body relaxed, and my insides began to burn. A moan escaped my breath as his fingers continued to rub the sensitive spot one more time before he pulled out and then plunged his cock deep inside me, spreading me wide open.
My pulse spiked. I opened my eyes and caught his intense gaze.
“Please,” I whispered, ready to beg some more.
“By the time I’m done, I’m going to be so deep inside you, you’ll never think of another man again.”
Please, as if anyone could ever take his place inside my mind. Or heart. Or pussy.
I shook my head, my eyes wild. The pressure was too much, the waves of lust and pleasure rocking me too hard. I flicked my tongue over my parched lips.
“Chase.” His name found its
way past my lips as I peered down at the spot where our bodies connected.
He pulled out almost to his crown, the moisture glittering on his long shaft. And then he leaned forward and kissed me hard, his mouth crushing mine just as his cock thrust inside me in one straight move.
All the way in.
He had never kissed me so wildly before. His cock had never been so deep inside me.
His mouth stifled my moans while his fingers resumed their torture on my clit.
Slowly at first, he began to move, his thrusts measured while his lips moved to my neck, my collarbone, my cheeks, and then back to my lips. My body tightened, my chest heaved as I started to rock against him to meet his hips.
“Lift your legs higher,” he commanded.
The air cold against my feverish skin, I obeyed and fully opened myself to his thrusts. His movements became harder and faster, as if he wanted to bury himself deep into me. My vision began to spin, and the initial pulses changed to tremors. My hands struggled against their restrains. Closing my eyes, I moved my hips against his, but it was impossible to keep up his speed.
“Chase,” I cried a moment before every muscle in my body tensed.
And then the climax crashed through me.
It didn’t take long for him to follow. One more hit, and the second orgasm rocked through me.
Fucking hell.
I smiled, savoring the moment because I knew our moment together wouldn’t last.
Chapter 18
The phone kept ringing, the annoying sound echoing in my brain. I pulled the pillow over my head, debating whether to throw the phone against the wall or give up hope on any sleep and pick up.
It had to be Jude, I just knew it. Everyone else wouldn’t be so persistent.
I stretched out my hand from under the covers and grabbed it, keeping my eyes closed as I responded. “Yeah?”
“Laurie.” Jude’s frantic voice echoed at the other end. “You promised to call.”
I winced at her shrill tone and pressed my eyes tightly shut. The pounding in my head was merciless and hard—as if a sledgehammer was working hard to split my skull open. “Please stop shouting. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.”
Which was true. I barely got any sleep last night.
“Sorry. I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”
I sighed and tossed the pillow aside. “All right. What’s going on?”
“Clint called.”
The two words were enough to freeze my blood in my veins.
I rose instantly, all sleep gone, and blinked against the glaring morning sun flooding in through the window. A glance at the bedside clock told me it was ten a.m. so it had to be late morning in NYC, where Jude was staying, and early morning in California, where Clint lived.
The sun spilled its unnerving rays into the bedroom, lighting it up like a shrine. I got up and pulled the curtains, the semi-darkness providing instant relief.
“Did you hear what I just said?” Jude asked. “I just got off the phone with Clint.”
“What did he want?” I asked with a sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.
“He wants to know where you are, but don’t worry, I didn’t blab,” Jude said.
“Did he say why he wants to know where I am?”
“Yes, he did.” She paused, hesitating. “He asked why you went to court behind his back. He said you and he had a deal, and that you broke it.” She sounded concerned. “Are you taking him to court, Laurie? He sounded real mad and threatened you with consequences.”
Oh, shit.
All the blood rushed out of my face as my hands started to sweat. Letting myself fall on my back, I closed my eyes and willed myself to take deep breaths.
They didn’t calm me down one bit.
Worse yet, panic rose inside me as my mind recalled Chase’s words, his plans, his intentions.
He was moving forward with his plans.
It was all his fault.
I didn’t have to consider the possibility, I just knew. After all, he had warned me of what he was about to do, but for some stupid reason, I thought after last night he’d change his mind; that I had more time, that he’d respect my wishes.
I had been wrong again.
“What’s going on?” Jude probed carefully, drawing my attention back to her. “I’m sure this is some kind of misunderstanding. I mean, obviously you didn’t take legal actions against your stepfather. He must be crazy to think you’d do that.” She let out a nervous laugh. “Or would you?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” I shook my head and began to massage my temples.
“See, I knew it. So, I’m—”
“It was Chase,” I cut her off. “He’s taking Clint to court.”
“Chase?” Her voice betrayed her shock. “Why would he do that?”
“It’s a long story.” I sighed and jumped to my feet. Cradling the cell phone between my ear and my shoulder, I headed for the closet as I considered my next words. Jude had grown silent. She knew better than to pester me for details in such matters.
I decided, even if I wanted to, there was no point in recapping yesterday’s events. I had to talk with Chase first and ask him to redo his actions—and fast, before Clint made my life a living hell.
“Hold on a sec,” I said to Jude and slipped into my jeans and shirt, regarding myself in the mirror.
In spite of the fact that I had never felt so tired, I looked radiant. Yeah, sex did that to you.
“So, you really met up with him?” Jude’s question was fairly harmless, but the inquisitiveness in her voice was palpable.
I rolled my eyes, cursing the fact that I had loved every second with Chase—yet he had gone behind my back, as if the time we spent together meant nothing to him. “Yeah, I saw him all right.”
“And?” Damn Jude and her curiosity.
“And we talked.”
And I also slept with him.
Kissed him.
Begged him to lick me and take me while he pleasured me, and pleasure me again.
Relentlessly.
Oh, God.
The way he had fucked me slowly, hard, fast on the bed, in the shower, and on the floor, in that respective order, it had felt as though he couldn’t get enough of me. But I couldn’t admit that to Jude.
Not now.
Not ever.
Not when Chase spelled trouble with a six pack. Or was it an eight pack?
I couldn’t tell her about the way he had pinned me underneath him, run his tongue along my neck, moved inside me so quickly I had let out a scream of delight. Nor could I tell her just how much I had enjoyed every minute of him inside me right before I fell asleep on top of him.
Why did I feel like a million bucks in spite of the fact that Chase might just be about to get me into real trouble with Clint? Obviously it couldn’t be the sex. Or the fact that I was sore from the dozens of orgasms.
When I woke up at 2 a.m. to go to the bathroom, Chase was gone. The disappointment was brief, but compared to now it was nothing.
Glancing at my dishevelled bed, at the blankets and pillows that still smelled of him, I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been a mistake to get involved with him.
What had I been thinking?
Obviously, if he looks like the devil, acts like the devil, it is the devil. Chase sure had the charm. His body was pure sin.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jude asked cautiously. “You seem awfully still.”
I laughed bitterly. “Would you sound okay if you harbored thoughts of killing your new husband?” I groaned again. “Jude, can we talk about this another time? I really have to see what Chase has to say on the matter.”
“What about Clint?”
“Tell him I’ll call him back.”
“You better do that,” she said. “He threatened you. I don’t believe he was joking.”
“Sounds exactly like Clint,” I mumbled. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you as soon as I can.”
; “You promise?” Jude asked. “Because you already promised, and I waited all day and night for your call.”
“I will. Bye.” I ended the call and regarded myself in the mirror. My brown hair was a tangled mess, but my skin still carried the blush from last night, giving away just how much fun we had.
But the worst was my smile—my silly post-sex smile as pictures of my legs wrapped around Chase’s naked body began to flash before my eyes.
“You crazy bastard,” I whispered. “You really did it.”
Clint had said there would be consequences. Knowing him, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe otherwise. I had to take care of my interests first, if only to protect myself.
My phone beeped again. This time it was a text from Jude:
Forgot to ask. Do you want me to give you my attorney’s contact details before you talk with Clint? I hired her last month to go over my work contract for my TV show. She’s really good.
I shook my head. As if her employment contract lawyer could help me. What I needed now was someone to protect me mercilessly against Clint, someone who took no crap from anyone.
Knowing my stepfather and his lawyer, I needed a bulldog. A convincing, no bullshit, rabid bulldog.
Someone like…
I shook my head, then closed my eyes. I couldn’t believe I had reached the point where I’d be saying what I was about to say. With a sigh, my hands flew over the touch screen as I typed the message to Jude.
No need. I already have a lawyer.
Chase would take care of the mess he had started. He had to.
***
My fist came hard against the wood as I rapped at the door. To a bystander, it probably looked like I was the raging wife about to confront her cheating husband and beat his mistress to a pulp. But the truth was I would have rather kicked Chase’s ass for the mess he had caused me, and give the mistress a big fat kiss for stealing him from me.
Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, my hair still wet from the shower, and my lips painted in a demure shade of red, I hoped I looked civilized, but inside I was boiling. With every second that passed the anger inside me grew to immerse proportions, any feelings of euphoria from sex dissolving into thin air.
