Impossible.
He was just damn irresistible. I heard his footsteps from the kitchen, swift and with deadly intent. Teasing someone as masculine as Chase might be a bad idea, but it could also be the most amazing idea I’d had in a long time. It wasn’t love or intimacy, or any of that nonsense we pretend we’re feeling to justify hot raunchy sex. It would be hot, raunchy sex with a deliciously sexy man.
“You made it,” I purred when he pushed the door open, blue eyes nearly black as he stared at me perched on the edge of the bed.
“Well I sure as shit wasn’t going to stay out there with you in here. In that,” he pointed at the pale pink lace that covered my body. “Say it again.”
I knew what he wanted me to say, but I blinked innocently. “Say what?”
“Kenzi,” he growled and my nipples hardened. The way fire flashed in his blue gaze, I knew he noticed.
Fine. “I want you, Chase. Now.” I did want him. In this moment, I wanted him more than I wanted pretty much anything. My next breath. The leftovers in the kitchen. Anything but the tall, muscular man before me.
One hand pushed on my shoulder and I leaned back as his body covered mine, hot and hard, everywhere. “Good. Because Kenzi I want you too. So bad, I’ve been dreaming about you. So bad, I can already taste you on my tongue.”
I shivered at his words, wrapping my arms and legs around him, eager to get as close as possible. But then I could focus on nothing but the way he felt against me. Hard to my soft. Scratchy to my smooth. He kissed me hungrily. My body tingled and a moan escaped from somewhere deep in my gut. I was already on edge as he tore his lips from mine and kissed a trail of fire down my neck and to my breasts, which he unleashed with a quick flick of his wrist. That kissable mouth wrapped around a stiff peak and I groaned at the sensation, unable to tear my gaze away from him.
Eyes closed, his mouth did all the talking, tongue flicking across my nipple until it was so hard I could barely stand it. Down my belly he went, kissing and licking and driving me so far out of my mind that I thought for sure I’d come before we did anything but kiss. Then his mouth was licking me between my thighs and the sensation was wonderful. Heady and hot. Hungry. I arched into him, hands tugging on his long shaggy hair to pull him closer, to feel him deeper. “Chase, yes!” The sensations shot through me, so long forgotten but so welcome now that they had returned in full force. “Fuck, yeah,” I moaned again because all I could do was curse and moan. “Stop, Chase. Stop.”
He looked up, gorgeous and mussed with his mouth slick from my juices. It was a look that was so erotic I pulsed and felt more liquid seep from my body.
“What?”
“I can’t…much longer. I need you.” I’d be embarrassed about my words later, but for now I just wanted him.
Chase surged to his knees, still between my thighs, he flung them over his own and pushed closer until his cock slid up and down my folds, sending shards of electricity through me. “You need me or you need this?” He pumped his cock hard, licked his lips as he looked at me like I was a feast spread out before him.
I nodded as my lips curved up. “Yes.”
With that final word he thrust in slow, shallow movements until all of his long, impressive length was coated with my honey and his body surged into mine. His hips pumped forward, sending his cock so deep I could barely breathe, and I didn’t want to either. I wanted this, Chase hard and amped up, fucking me harder as he stared at me like I was his dream come true.
It was all bullshit of course, but the way his body made me feel, I didn’t care. “Kenzi,” he groaned and spread my thighs further apart, pushing in closer, deeper. “So tight.”
Then he pulled out and I groaned.
“What in the hell?”
He gripped his slick cock in his fist and stroked it firmly. I looked down at him, mouth watering to taste him. “I want you to taste yourself on me.”
He wanted his words to shock me, instead they just turned me on. I climbed to my knees and went to where his cock, slick and shiny, jutted out at my eye level. “If you insist,” I told him and flicked my tongue out to get a taste of us together. After that one taste, I was hooked. He was musky, earthy and just a tad bit salty. But his scent and taste, combined with my own was a gourmet flavor I couldn’t get enough of as I licked up and all around his length before taking him deep.
“Kenzi,” he groaned at the first touch of my lips around his cock. I took him as deep as I could, and when he hit the back of my throat, his hips bucked forward, choking me. “Shit! Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” I told him and did it again and again until his hips could do nothing but pump, fuck my mouth until his cock grew even harder against my tongue. He was close, I could tell by the way his sack pulled up and tightened, and I was ready to push him over the edge.
Then Chase stepped back, I moaned. Or maybe I pouted. Either way, all I knew was that I hated not having his cock in my mouth. “I’m too close, Kenz. I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”
He jumped off the bed and pulled me to the edge, slamming inside of me until I cried out. He fucked me so slow and long, hard and deep that I felt him all the way down to my soul. And this Chase, he wasn’t in a rush. There was no hurry to get to the finish line. Instead, he was all tightly coiled restraint as his cock slid in and out of me, his thick length filling me up and touching every nerve ending. “Chase,” I moaned, mindless as his gaze stayed on me, watching me, waiting for any little change that told him where I was headed.
“Fuck me, you’re so wet,” he bit out and licked his lips. “Shit,” he groaned as my body began to tremble and tighten around him.
My orgasm was building and he knew it, every touch and every taste designed to push me close, but not too fast. It started at my toes, which were in the air beside his shoulders. He nibbled my calf while he pumped harder and faster now, pushing my orgasm up my body until it reached my core and exploded in a million different directions.
“Oh hell, Chase! Fuck! Oh…oh…oh yes!” And then I was falling, like a feather in the wind, back and forth, slowly until eventually I fell back to solid ground. “Wow. That’s just what I needed.” It was so true, that for a second, I regretted saying it, but there was no point in hiding it. A guy who could do that to my body, deserved to know it.
I still shook and vibrated with the after effects of the orgasm, but Chase kept moving, hard and fast this time. Relentless and frantic to find his own pleasure. He pumped rough and raw, and my whole body shook as another wave of pleasure shot through me in another, equally powerful orgasm. It pulled his release from him at the same time. “Shit, fuck, Kenzi!” He shook and emptied into me with a laugh. “I’m glad to be the one to give it to you, honey.”
I felt so good, so relaxed that I didn’t have time to censor my words. “I guess those oyster lessons came in handy after all.”
He froze and stared at me in shock. “You’ve read my blog.”
Not just read it, I was a faithful follower. A fact he definitely didn’t need to know. “I have on occasion, but don’t get a big head about it.”
With a boyish grin that brought a lifetime of memories crashing back, he looked down at his cock, still at half-mast and his grin widened. “Seriously?”
I shrugged like it was no big deal. “It wasn’t all that big,” I told him with a smile as I ran a finger down the center of his chest, making him shiver. “But it moves so well, who cares what size it is.”
He groaned and slid a finger inside me, hooking it until I moaned. “It’s bigger than it needs to be and you damn well care. Say it,” he urged.
I shook my head but my eyes rolling to the back of my head gave me away. Chase smiled as he added another finger and I arched into him.
“Say it,” he demanded again.
“Say what?” It wasn’t a good idea to tease a man so far gone as Chase, but I couldn’t resist. It was too much fun.
When his hands grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my belly, I squealed. Pu
lling at my thighs until my ass was in the air and my elbows rested on the bed, he stood behind me. “I guess I’ll just have to find another way to make you say it.” And he thrust into me from behind, pulling a long low moan from me.
And he didn’t stop. Not after three more orgasms, two for me and one for him. Not until I finally said the words he wanted to hear.
It was one battle I didn’t care whether I won or lost.
Chase
How many times could a man come before his body just stopped working? I didn’t have an answer. But for the sake of science and future generations, I was more than willing to find out. At least that was my rationale as I stood in front of the stove making Kenzi breakfast. This was fourth, maybe the fifth morning I’d woken up with her in my arms. Her lush naked body pressed up against mine and emanating so much heat I struggled to pull myself from the cocoon of warmth. But this morning I’d woken up hungry, and decided to treat my fake fiancée to the real perks of living with me.
I nearly burned the free-range eggs because leaving my thoughts unoccupied for even a second reproduced images of Kenzi. The night of the dinner party where she’d been insatiable, and stubborn and sexy as fuck. Kenzi didn’t hate me, hell she more than didn’t hate me, she wanted me and that was so much better. Seeing desire flare in her eyes when she wrapped her full lips around my cock, it spurred me on. Made me want to keep that look in her eyes. And I did, for hours upon hours over the last few days. Her skin was permanently flushed from pleasure these days, and it was after nine and Ms. Early Bird, was still asleep.
Yeah, I did that.
Having Kenzi in my bed was more than I ever imagined. Gone was the timid girl from years ago, unaware of her charms and sex appeal. This grown up version of Kenzi wasn’t just sexy as hell, she was confident, responsive and adventurous, the perfect trifecta. And all this good lovin’ was muddling my brain, making me think—and maybe even feel—things I shouldn’t. Things I wasn’t even ready to admit existed, never mind address them. But this morning when I had to talk myself out of taking her again because I knew she would be sore—I was insatiable last night, taking her again and again and she never turned me away—I knew I was in trouble.
So…breakfast. I found a large tray with a colorful Native American motif and piled the coffee, bacon, eggs, fruit and biscuits on it before climbing the stairs. To Kenzi. Her eyes were open, scanning the room when I entered. Probably looking to see if I’d vanished in the middle of the night. I knew she was surprised I hadn’t packed up and gone home yet, but Kenzi hadn’t realized she was a hard woman to resist.
“You’re here.”
I held up the tray. “And I come bearing gifts.”
She inhaled deeply, eyes closed with a serene smile on her face. “I smell bacon. I really want to just say, ‘gimme, gimme, gimme’ but that feels rude after all the trouble you’ve gone through.”
I laughed. “You didn’t have a problem bossing me around last night.”
She shrugged, wearing a proud grin as she stole the coffee from the tray. “What happens during sex doesn’t count. The pursuit of pleasure turns us all into animals, Chase.”
That thought had Chase Jr., standing up to take notice. “I figured I owed you a few hundred calories after last night.”
She grinned, this time it was pure bliss. “Thousands. You owe me a few thousand calories and I’m sure this bacon will do the job.” She picked it up with her fingers, tongue wigging out to reach for it and curling around it erotically. Then she moaned and the sound ricocheted through my body, bouncing against my heart, lungs and ribs, heating me down to the bone. “Bacon is the sole reason I haven’t given up animal products in my diet.”
I frowned. “Was that ever an option?”
“Of course. There are all kinds of studies that back up the benefits of an animal free diet. But I need a few more years with bacon, first.”
I groaned and sat on the bed beside her, leaning against her side while she molested the bacon with her mouth. “Never in my life have I wanted to be a strip of bacon so bad!”
A deep, full-bodied laugh shook her and she never looked more beautiful with her head tilted back and a serene smile on her face. “You’re funny, Chase.”
“Also, serious. Deadly serious.” She gasped and looked up, watching the serious expression on my face.
Then the little vixen smiled and pushed at my chest until I fell back against the ungodly number of pillows on her bed. She set the tray on the chest of drawers near the window and climbed back on the bed with a wicked smile for me. “So, you want to be bacon?” She didn’t wait for a response before she took her greasy hands and raked them down my chest. “It’s a good thing I saved some room for more.”
Her hips began to swirl and my hands were right there, feeling her smooth, silky skin under my fingertips as she touched and kissed me all over. “Kenzi,” I bit out but she wasn’t listening, so lost in turning me on. Driving me crazy.
“So, did I fulfill your fantasy of being a strip of bacon?”
My look was serious as I flipped her off my body and face down on the bed, letting my body rest over half of hers, hands still roaming miles of supple, creamy skin. “My only regret is that it wasn’t enough.”
“I could just-,” she tried to turn over but I kept her right where she was and slid a finger into her from behind. “Oh, yes!”
“You can just stay right here,” I told her gruffly and pushed her legs apart with my knees. “Yeah, right here with that round ass,” I smacked it hard and she gasped. “These sexy hips,” I told her as my hands sculpted her curves. “So fucking wet for me.”
“As much as I…Oh, fuck! Yeah!”
I smiled at her dirty little mouth, my eyes squeezed tight as I fought for control while the vixen in front of me pulsed and tightened around my cock. Reaching between her legs, her nails raked against my balls and I damn near lost it, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise as I slid in and out of her hot, wet body. I didn’t want to go fast, not this time. Instead I took my time, a slow, hard, intense fuck until she was shouting my name. Along with enough f-bombs to make a man feel like he’d loved his woman right. “Now I think bacon is jealous of me,” I told her and smacked her ass again. I let out a low groan when her pussy clenched around me, and just to test a theory, I smacked her again.
“Chase!”
“Dirty girl likes to be spanked.” She more than liked it if the way her juices flowed over my cock was any indication.
“I’ve never tried it,” she explained breathlessly. “But you’re right, it’s kind of a turn on.”
Of course I did it again.
And again.
“Okay, Chase. You’ve made your point. Now either make me come or let me up.”
Maybe I was an asshole or a Neanderthal, but the sight of her round ass, so red from my hands, had my own cock surging back to life. So I turned her over so I could look into her pretty green eyes. “You asked for it.”
“No, I demanded it,” she shot back with a sassy smile just as I entered her again. “Fuck me, you know how to fill a girl up.”
I laughed and leaned forward to kiss her, to taste those bacon and coffee flavored lips and that tongue that knew just what to do to drive a guy like me out of my fucking mind. “And you’re good for my ego.” After that we didn’t say anything for a while, both of us lost in trying to make the other lose control.
“I’m…,” her words were cut off by the sound of the doorbell. “Close,” she groaned with a pout.
“How close?”
The bell rang again and she rolled her eyes. “Not close enough.”
The bell sounded again and I slowly and reluctantly, separated our bodies. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She smiled. “Ditto.” Wrapping a colorful silk robe around her body, Kenzi took off down the stairs when the bell sounded again, and only when I heard a very familiar voice did I grab my boxers and sweatpants and ran down to the door.
“Mom. Dad. What are y
ou doing here?” I didn’t for one second think this was an accident.
“I’ll, uh, go put on more coffee and then get…decent,” she stammered out and then cast a smiling glance at my parents. “It was good to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Donovan. You can tell me all about Arizona when I have clothes on.”
“Can’t wait, dear.” Mom winked while Dad raised both brows in question as Kenzi made a noise in the kitchen. “Son, imagine my surprise when I heard the good news in town.”
The worst part of living in a small town like Truly was that all of your business became the business of every person in town. Get engaged at one end of Main Street and the whole town will be throwing you an engagement party by the time you make it to the other end. “Mom, we need to talk.”
Kenzi ran from the kitchen, a streak of colorful silk as she darted up the steps and slammed her bedroom door. I smiled at her embarrassment. It was…cute.
“Come on, then. Talk.” She pushed past me and walked into the kitchen with a smile. “She updated the house, but it’s just as I remember it.”
“Which reminds me, you gave her the biscuit recipe?”
Mom shrugged. Alissa Donovan was as tough as she was tiny. Barely over five feet with the same wavy brown hair and blue eyes as me and my kid sister Olivia, she didn’t take gruff from anyone. And she didn’t answer to her children. “I figured you and Olivia would never use it, and Kenzi appreciates it. Perfect now, if you ask me.”
Dad groaned as he took a seat. “Want to tell us how you and Kenzi came to be engaged?”
I could have lied to them. Told them the same story I told Pete Sterling, but it felt wrong. “It’s fake. We both needed to appear to be more committed than we are, and our fake engagement was born.”
Mom beamed a smile I didn’t understand. “You two are just adorable together. I always knew you would end up together,” she wagged a finger. “You two always thought you were so secretive with your friendship, talking over the fence or deep in the backyard. But I knew.”
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