“Oh, Chase!”
He pounds into me wildly, “This isn’t what I wanted to do. I can’t help myself when I’m with you.” He stops and rests his forehead against mine, “I love you. How can I show you I love you? How can I prove it to you?”
“You show me in your touch and in your kiss. You don’t have to do anything special, just be you.”
He consumes me. I hear the blood rushing through my body, our hearts beating, and our uneven breaths. The heat of his touch controlling me as he takes over my body. I’m hit with the sudden realization that I’m his. I feel my center tighten, spooling toward release. He takes me harder and faster, “You drive me crazy. Tell me what you want.”
“More of you,” slips from my tongue without a thought.
“I can do that. Tell me if I hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“All of you, Chase. Harder, baby. Please. Send me to the stars.” I don’t know where my words come from, but he listens.
He takes my hands back in his, locking his fingers with mine and supporting himself on our hands pressed together into the cushion. He claims my lips and slides his tongue against mine in time to the stroke of his hard length inside me. Pushing into me harder and harder until he’s slamming into me on every stroke and unable to get any deeper. I cry out to him with need and want to hold him, but he has my hands, “Chase!” It drives him further, faster. I’m suddenly ready to explode and see light flickering behind my closed eyelids. He feels so good, I’m calling out his name on every stroke. “I need you,” escapes me and I’m out of control.
“I’ve got you.” He releases my hands and wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to him. “You’re amazing around me. Custom fit, Sweetness.”
He keeps slamming into me, harder and harder. The flickering turns to a full-on fireworks display exploding just for me as I come harder than ever before. I tighten quickly around him and I’m reminded of his size as I scream out his name, “Chase, oh Chase! So big!” He slams into me again over and over, I come even harder.
He reaches between my legs, “I think that was two.”
“Uh huh. Oh Chase.”
He finds my clit and teases it, “I didn’t give this any attention.”
And I’m lost, coming a third time at his hand with him still buried in me. He’s in complete control.
“I need to come. I’m so hard for you. I could stay this way all night. Do you want to come again first?”
“Come for me.” All the words I can manage. He pounds into me with his fist around the base of his cock and then lets go and gives me all of him again. My orgasm rolls on and on. I’m out of control, flying through the stars.
“Kristina! Kristina! Oh fuck, Sweetness.”
Suddenly he’s there with me, holding my hand as I float through space looking at the stars. His arm around me, holding me against him in the starlit night.
Chapter Thirty
Kristina
I wake up snuggled against him on his patio, lying side by side on the lounger. We’re still covered, but we can see the sky through an opening in the blanket. I have no idea what time it is, but it’s dark out. I move my hands to his chest.
“Are you back with me?” He asks.
“Yeah.”
“Is this okay, or do you want me to take you back inside?”
“I want to stay right here.”
“I lost you there for a while, are you okay?”
“There were fireworks and you held my hand while we floated through the stars.”
“I was there, too. You were already in the stars when I got there. I’ll try not to let you go there alone next time,” He smiles at me content with himself.
We lie there together until I fall asleep in his arms.
Chase
When the sun comes up I take my woman to my bed and lock up the house. The sunrise is beautiful, but on the beach with the early morning surfers probably isn’t the place to sleep naked. I don’t know what she does to me, if it’s how I feel about her or what, but I want to slide right back into her and claim her as mine again. I want to keep her. I hope she wants me to keep her. She already owns me. She was sleeping and didn’t wake up when I brought her to bed. I hold her and go back to sleep.
Kristina
“Chase?” My eyes are closed and it's dark. He’s holding me.
His arms tighten around me, “I’m right here.”
I roll into him and kiss his chest, still half asleep. My hands wander his body, exploring his adonis belt. We’re both naked. My hands travel farther south and I drag a finger along the hard long length of his cock. I wrap my hand around him and I can’t reach all the way around. He’s holding me close and I stroke him lightly, more of a caress. I kiss his neck and he leans in to meet my lips with his. Tracing my lips with the tip of his tongue, then kissing my upper lip, then my lower lip. Everything in slow motion. He rolls me underneath him and holds me with his arms around me. He kisses me, worshiping my lips and I’m lost in him. I’m falling for him. I knew it would be like this when I kissed him the first time. I love him and he makes me want to do crazy things. I rock my hips up at him while he’s kissing me and I feel him hard at my entrance. “I trust you, Chase. I want to be closer to you.”
He bends my knees and spreads my legs, his lips never leaving mine. He takes my hand and wraps it around his bare cock. “I want to be closer to you, too. I want to be bare with you, no condom separating us. I won’t take you that way, you have to give yourself to me.”
I feel him in my hand. I stroke him and his body shivers. I rub his tip against me and I'm wet for him. He groans under his breath at the feel of me. I push against his tip, taking him in. “I’m yours, Chase.”
He takes control pushing all the way in quickly, “I love you, Kristina.” He moves slowly and his kiss becomes more passionate. “Thank you, love. You mean everything to me,” he whispers in my ear.
I should tell him that I love him, but I haven’t said that to a man since my high school boyfriend. Honestly, nothing has ever felt like this and I’m not referring to his peen, though it is in it’s own league. There’s something about Chase. I’ve tried to fight it, but I find myself asking “why fight it if it’s what I want?” He makes me want to take a chance. I believe him when he says he loves me. I believe every word he says. I trust him completely, more than I trust myself. “Chase, baby, tell me again.”
He smiles against my lips, “I love you, Sweetness.”
He doesn't expect a response or anything in return. He starts to move with long slow strokes, over and over. I squeeze him and cry out his name in pure pleasure.
Chase
The way she says my name, it’s like she’s saying she’s mine. I can feel it in her body and hear the thoughts she has running through her head. I’m trying to clear them all away and be everything in her existence, like she is for me. “You feel amazing around me. I want you to come with me deep inside you. I want to feel you get wet for me and tighten around me. I want to feel that you’re mine.”
She nods, breathless as I kiss her neck.
“I want to be closer to you. Tell me if I hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I need to be deeper inside you. Do you feel my love?” I spread her legs further and push in as far as I can, holding myself deep against her. It’s not enough. I lift her legs, bringing her knees to her chest and push in further. She squeals and I brush the hair out of her face, watching to make sure I don’t hurt her.
“Yes, Chase. I know you love me. I feel it everywhere.”
“Ready for more?”
“Please. More.”
I pound into her hard. Watching my hard dick slam into her bare, over and over. Her tight little heaven, hot and wet around me. I’m not sure I deserve her this way. I’ll ruin her for everyone else. It doesn’t matter. She’s not a fuck. I’m keeping her. There’s nothing like this direct contact. Just us and nothing in the way. Nothing keeping us apart.
“Oh, Chase!” she cries out on every stro
ke into her. “You make me so full. You’re so hard. Oh! Oh!” She starts to scream and I wrap my arm around her, muffling her cries with my kiss.
“Almost, Sweetness. You feel so good, just a little more. I’ve got you.” I keep slamming her tight hole and I don't want to stop. She’s coming hard around me. I feel her orgasm hit her. I’m not giving this up. I’ve wanted her for too long and to have her bare, fuck me. Fuck! I want to come inside. I want to come in deep with my tip pressing against her wall. Fuck. Fuck. Control! I want to stay inside her. I could go for hours, until she whimpers my name all sweet and sexy. It’s my downfall and I try to make it last. I lean into her ear. “I want to see the stars with you, take me with you.”
She arches into me, “You’re the only one for me. It’s okay, come inside. I want you. I know you want to.”
I want to, but I can’t, “We can’t take that risk. I promised I’d protect you.”
“Please, Chase, I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel you hard and pulsating.”
Fuck me. I want to so bad. Maybe it would be okay this once. Only once. She’s so hot and tight, I want to stay inside her as long as I can. I’m pushing and pulling myself closer to the edge, while I listen to her sexy little cries.
“Nobody compares to you, baby.” She starts to moan and I’m done.
I can’t control myself any longer. I grab my dick and pull out quick, trying not to get any near her heaven. No stroking necessary. Fuck, I’m a fucking fire hose. I collapse on top of her and give it a quick last tug.
Kristina
Waking up in his arms, happy and content. I wonder why I ever questioned being with him. I love him. I want to make him as happy as he makes me. I’m all in. We can figure this out together.
I want to do something for him. I get up quietly, trying not to disturb him in his deep sleep. I wander to his kitchen, hoping he has the ingredients to make cookies. No such luck, but I do find what I need to make French toast. I mix up soaking liquid the best I can with what I have to work with and search further for more flavor. I layer the French toast in a small baking dish with chocolate bits and bake it. When it’s done, I plate up a few pieces. I add more chocolate bits and dust the plate with powdered sugar as I hear Chase call out my name.
Chapter Thirty-One
Chase
I wake up the next day and I’m alone in my bed. I remember our early morning rendezvous and hope she didn’t run. I did and said some stupid shit. I know better than to push the boundaries with her.
“Kristina?” I call out.
“Just a second. I’m almost ready.”
That’s when I notice the delicious smell. I stretch and sit up with the blanket pulled up to my waist, keeping my good bits covered. I straighten the sheets and put my hands on the back of my head as I lean back against my headboard. I don’t remember ever feeling this content.
“Good morning,” she smiles at me as she carries in a big plate with two forks and a glass of milk. “I hope you don’t mind, I went through your kitchen. I didn’t find everything I needed to make cookies, so I hope you like French toast. You don’t have syrup so I added chocolate bits and extra powdered sugar.”
“You cooked for me?”
“Yeah.” She giggles, “Sherry taught me some things. I wanted to make chocolate chip cookie bars, but you don’t have the ingredients.”
I take the plate from her and set it on my nightstand. I grab her around the waist and pull her into bed with me. “We will get whatever you want for the kitchen today.”
“Chase, umm. I need to talk to you about something.”
Oh fuck. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry about earlier. You make me lose my mind. Thank you for doing the right thing and protecting me.”
“I’ll always protect you. I’m sorry I got carried away last night. It won't happen again.”
“It’s okay as long as it’s you. It will always be us.” She kisses me sweetly and rests her hands on my shoulders, “I’ll do anything for you, Chase. I’m yours. I love you.”
I'm surprised by her words. My smile takes over all the way into my cheeks and I feel my eyes light up. “Tell me again.”
“I love you, Chase.”
“You love me? Are you sure?”
She laughs, “Yes! I’ll always love you. Nobody compares to you.”
“I love you, too.” I take her in my arms, kissing her and loving her. She’s the only one for me.
Playlist
“Hearts Don’t Break Around Here” by Ed Sheeran
“Train in Vain” by The Clash
“Tonight & Forever” by The Damnwells
“I Will Keep the Bad Things From You” by The Damnwells
“Graceless” by The Damnwells
“Favorite Liar” by The Wrecks
“I Don’t Like You” by The Wrecks
“Turn It Up” by The Wrecks
“Automatic” by The Subways
“Rock & Roll Queen” by The Subways
“She Sun” by the Subways
“Blasphemous Rumors” by Depeche Mode
“Strangelove” by Depeche Mode
“Just Can’t Get Enough” by Depeche Mode
“People Are People” by Depeche Mode
“Return of Mack” by Mark Morrison
“Cake By the Ocean” by DNCE
“I Want to Hold Your Hand” by The Beatles
“Kiss is on My List” by Hall and Oates
“Kristina” by Rick Springfield
“Waiting For a Girl Like You” by Foreigner
“Feels Like the First Time” by Foreigner
“Something So Strong” by Crowded House
“Won’t Stop” by OneRepublic
“Dive” by Ed Sheeran
“I Want To Know What Love Is” by Foreigner
“Just Like Heaven” by The Cure
“Last of the Real Ones” by Fall Out Boy
“Sweetness” by Jimmy Eat World
“1950” by King Princess
The Closer
An All About the Diamond Romance Book 5
Houck
It’s been a shitty week and it’s only Thursday. I’ve blown two saves and my girlfriend dumped me. She said I use her for sex and don’t care about her. Neither are true, but I compare everyone to Angie and nobody comes close. I never should’ve let her walk away from me. I didn’t know any better and she didn’t want to traipse around the country following a minor league player. Why would she? We were friends and nothing more. We were college kids. She had her own goals and she achieved them without me. She never needed me, not the way I need her. They say the last person you think about when you go to bed and the first person you think about when you wake up is the one who’s most important to you, it’s always been Angie. Nights like this when I’ve blown the save, I wish I had her with me. The girlfriends come and go. I keep hoping there’s one out there for me, I just haven’t met her yet.
I swear Angie has a sixth sense. Most times I have her on my mind, she calls or something within a few days. Tonight a text comes in and it’s not her typical fun message.
Text from Angie - I need to see you
Text from Angie - Already checked your schedule
Text to Angie - You want to get together over the All-Star Break?
Text from Angie - Just landed in San Diego
Finally in Focus
a novella
I want Kade. I’ve wanted him since high school, but it made no sense to be interested in a guy who never went to class and always had extra cash. What teenager ever had extra cash? It had to be bad news or illegal. His overgrown light brown hair hanging down into his eyes. His T-shirts were worn, old, and faded, sometimes not long enough to meet the jeans at his waist, and always stretched perfectly across his shoulders. He wore old school button-fly jeans, none of those relaxed fit or skinny jeans or anything stylish, and in fact he still wears those, but now it’s usually topped with a black polo shirt (varying degrees of black,
since it appears he doesn’t care if they fade). Yes, I saw him recently. Shit. I see him all the time. Fine. I know where to find him when I want a glimpse. He’s predictable and I’m good with patterns. I haven’t spoke to him since senior ditch day, which was the longest conversation I’ve ever had with him. He had surprised me with his passion and intelligence. He hated school and the drama of everything it encompassed. He was on the home study program, but spent most of his time in the photography lab on campus. I remember learning about his schedule and being hit with my misconception, he wasn’t ditching at all. I admired his mouth when he talked to me, and his hands as he used them to describe his words. He had passion in his hands when he held his camera and creativity shining in his hazel eyes. Yeah, I’ve dreamt about Kade since ditch day. What would it feel like for those hands to touch me? Would his mouth kiss with the same passion?
Acknowledgments
Thank you to all of the readers who have given me a chance over the last year. It has been a whirlwind, and Chase is finally here. My sixth release since my first book, The Sweet Spot, came out last June when you first met Rick Seno and his buddy the rookie—Chase Cross. Book seven, The Closer, will be following soon.
Thank you to the best author friends a girl could have, especially Tonya Clark for dragging me kicking and screaming (not) into her photography world and adding Model Hunter to my resume.
Thank you to my Naughties for your support and feedback, and putting up with my late night messages. I love how you have taken ownership of my books by character, just as I have. Alisa, you can’t have Chase (share nicely, you already have Danny). Sam, you make the Naughties world right. Megs, Mary, Jann, Carolyn, Jaime, Shenanigans—my special brand of crazy wouldn’t be complete without you.
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