"Oh, I won't have a problem with that. I'm a totally honest person... unlike some of the people I know." And if anger were a tangible object and eyes could shoot it out, Julia would've just then drawn a bead on him, hitting him upside the head with a shit ton of it.
Chase thought dinner would never end. He just wanted to go to his room and relax, but Jack's parents kept asking him questions and making small talk. They were very nice people but he wanted to get the hell out of there. That's when he found out that Julia and Jack had made plans to go out.
"So, Chase, I guess you'll be accompanying Julia tonight then," Allen said.
"Yes, sir. That I'll be doing. If you'll excuse me," he said, heading to his room. Well, wasn't this just all fine and dandy. He'd get to watch her and Tom fucking Cruise make out all night long. Hoo-goddamn-rah.
Julia had thought about canceling, but screw Chase. She was going to have fun in spite of him. Hadley was excited and had pretty much invited herself, but Jack hadn't seemed to mind. Actually, he seemed to be quite enamored of her. He'd been around her a little when she was younger, and he'd heard from Julia and her cousins that Hadley was a brat, but she was quite the looker, so Julia guessed that he'd somehow forgotten her bratty rep, being blinded by her looks. If he really was into her, Julia would endure an evening of Hadley's fakeness for him.
Jack knocked on Chase's door to see if he was ready. Without opening the door, Chase said he'd be right there not wanting to be face to face with Matthew McConaughey right now because he knew he'd maim him in some way. He pulled on his navy button down shirt over his t-shirt, rolled up the sleeves, then clenched his jaw and went to face the party crowd.
"Ready, dude?" Jack asked as Chase came into the living room.
"Yeah, sure, dude," Chase replied sarcastically. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
"Let's go!" Julia finished her glass of wine, setting it on the counter and when she came out of the kitchen, Chase's teeth almost fell out.
She had on a black halter-type dress that was skin tight, her hair had that "bedhead" look to it, and her shoes. Jesus Christ. If those weren't "Fuck me" shoes, then the sky wasn’t frickin’ blue. Julia smirked at him, then totally ignored him as she walked by, hooking her arm in Jack's.
Yeah, this night was going to be a blast.
Going outside, Chase saw that a limousine was waiting for them. Nice.
"Thought you might want to cut loose a little and not worry about having to drive," Jack said to Chase, clapping him on the back as they walked to the car.
Hm. Dude might not be so bad after all... after Chase kicked out all his teeth. "Thanks."
Hadley came driving up then. She got out of her car, and she was just stunning. She had on a tight little forest green dress that made her red hair and blue eyes really look damned good. Jack was fairly taken with her as he walked over to her. Chase was a little confused as to why Jack was paying so much attention to Hadley and not Julia. Had he been wrong? Had Julia been telling the truth about their just being friends? Well, wasn't he an idiot. He and Julia stood there awkwardly, not saying a word. He finally opened the door sweeping his arm toward the inside, bowing his head a little, allowing her to get into the limo first. She rolled her eyes at him, flipping her hair so it almost hit him in the face. He followed her in, sitting across from her. This wasn't uncomfortable. Nooooo. Not at all.
Julia opened the wet bar and poured herself a shot of Laphroaig, downing it immediately then poured herself another. She sat back, crossing her legs, looking anywhere but at Chase. He then reached over, smirking, grabbing the bottle and a glass pouring himself some of the scotch, downing it just as quickly as she had then poured himself another, holding the bottle on top of his thigh. Julia glared at him.
"So, I see that pretty boy's hitting on Hadley? Guess you were telling the truth after all." Damn it. Why was he such a dick?
"You’re such a dick."
See?
"And then some," he drawled, drinking down what was left in his glass and pouring himself another. She cut her eyes at him. Damn, she was beautiful, especially when she was pissed. He felt like shit now, having accused her, and he knew her well enough that a simple apology wouldn’t cut it right now.
"I can't stand you."
"Join the crowd." He sneered at her.
"God, you make my blood boil! I just want to slap the shit out of you!"
"Get in line, sweetheart."
Jack and Hadley got in sitting next to Julia, practically smashing her into the door."Oh, sorry! Why don't you sit by Chase?" Hadley asked.
"I'm good." Damn him. He sat looking at her with that stupid, crooked grin plastered on his face.
"Yeah, why don't you come sit by me?" He patted the seat next to him. "I won't bite," he said, then muttered under his breath, "not too hard, anyway."
"Fuck you," she mouthed at him making him chuckle which only aggravated her more. She realized she could've just said the insult out loud because Jack and Hadley were so wrapped up in each other they wouldn't have known if the car were on fire.
Julia grabbed the bottle out of Chase's hand, pouring herself another, then held her glass up, toasting him. "Here's to shitty assumptions."
"Hear, hear!" Chase snorted, leaning over to clink his glass to hers. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, his eyes burning into hers.
She yanked her wrist out of his hand and sat back, glowering at him. What, had Captain Bipolar forgotten to take his meds today? And did he think he could just turn on the charm and everything would be okay? Uh, not happening. She wasn't going to let him get off that easily for what he’d said to her.
He smiled crookedly at her, downing the rest of his drink. He saw that Jack and Hadley had now noticed what was going on between them, so he decided to shut the hell up for a bit, not wanting to give Julia’s cousin something to hold over their heads.
They arrived at the club and went in, finding a table. Julia immediately excused herself to the ladies room, not wanting to deal right now with the bullshit. Chase followed her, keeping an eye out, and waiting for an opportunity to apologize to her. But after she came out of the restroom, before he could get a word out, she breezed right by him, stopping to sit at the bar, ordering another scotch while watching people dance. The place was packed and the music was blasting. Chase started toward her, but a guy beat him there, asking her if she'd like to dance. She knew Chase would be watching, so she took the opportunity to throw it all back in his face and accepted the guy's offer, going to the dance floor with him. If Chase was going to accuse her of being a slut, she might as well act the part. Ass. The song playing was one of her favorites, so she cut loose, dancing all up on the guy, letting him hold her hips from behind, as she moved against him while he practically ground his dick into her ass.
Chase had watched Julia accept the douche bag’s offer to dance, and now he was pissed as hell watching them grinding all over each other. He ordered a glass of Glenlivet, downing that shit A-SAP, standing at the edge of the dance floor staring icily at her and Fred Astaire. Quite a few women came by asking him to dance, but he turned them all down. Not good to mix business with pleasure, he reminded himself. The thought made him chuckle mirthlessly. Such a hypocrite, Murphy.
He kept an eye on Julia as she danced several more times with Baryshnikov, and on top of getting angrier at the situation, he was angry at himself. This was his fault. He should've trusted her, but he'd seen what he'd seen, right? He leaned against the bar still keeping an eye on her.
Jack and Hadley had been on the dance floor from the moment they'd gotten there, and he watched as Jack was making the moves on her. Shit. How'd he miss that one? Several more women came by asking him to dance but he shot them down, not wanting to start more shit with Julia, but really because he didn't want to be with anyone other than her.
Julia was having a great time dancing with this guy. He was cute and could really dance. And she was glad Chase was watching th
em. Served him right after the way he'd acted toward her. She'd danced five songs in a row with the guy when a slow song came on. She thanked him, telling him she needed to freshen up since she'd gotten a little sweaty dancing. The guy held her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles sweetly. She smiled at him and turned around running smack dab into a broad wall of navy blue.
"Oomph! Sorry!" She looked up to see Chase glaring down at her. His hands were on her hips where they'd landed when she'd run into him.
"May I have this dance?" The look on his face scared her a little with its intensity. He looked like he was pissed but also like he wanted to have his dirty way with her. Now. Jeez.
She was inclined to tell him to leave her alone, but the way his eyes were smoldering into hers stopped her. "I don't know. Think you can play nice?" She smirked up at him.
"Depends on what that entails." His eyes bore into hers full of passion and fire. He took her left hand into his right, wrapping his left arm around her waist, holding her to him tightly, moving her around the dance floor. "You proved your point."
"And what point would that be?"
"That I'm an asshole and should've believed you. And that I hate seeing you with anyone else. That I wanted to tear that guy's head off for even touching you. That I've been an idiot up till now for not admitting to myself that I'm falling for you."
She looked up at him, surprised. She so didn't expect this. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled down at her then he bent to kiss her, more than taking her breath away.
"Fuck me," she whispered as he pulled away.
He chuckled at her inappropriate mouth. "I'd love to, believe me, but this just doesn't seem a suitable place." He spun them around easily. It felt so good to let her know how he felt about her. "And don't think I don't want to right now because you look hot tonight." He kissed her again, taking her breath away.
She blushed. "Thank you. You're not looking so bad yourself."
They spent the rest of the night dancing together, laughing, and in spite of the argument they’d had or her being followed the day before by someone potentially dangerous, having fun. When the club closed, they met Jack and Hadley at the limo and headed back to the beach house. It was obvious that Hadley had had just a tad too much to drink as she stumbled into the limo. Jack rolled his eyes at Julia and Chase.
"Well, you're all cozied up together," Hadley said to Julia and Chase in her usual snotty tone, narrowing her eyes as she sat across from them.
"You don't need to be paying any attention to them, beautiful," Jack said, placing a finger on her jaw and turning her face toward his. He kissed her, and while doing so, looked at Julia and Chase and winked. Julia snorted. He'd finally figured out that Hadley was still a bitch, but his payback to Julia for allowing Hadley to come with them was his keeping her occupied so she'd forget to mention anything about the couple sitting across from her.
Chase then realized that Jack wasn't so bad a guy. Matter of fact, he was pretty damned cool.
They got to the house and Jack put Hadley in his car to drive her to her parents' beach house that was a mile or so away. She could pick her car up in the morning. The limo left and Julia and Chase stood outside the house on the front porch. There were no lights on inside, so Allen must've gone to bed.
"Thank you for forgiving me for being a jerk." Chase looked remorsefully at Julia, his hands in his front pockets.
"Who said I forgive you?"
"Oh, no? Well, what will it take?" He walked closer to her, backing her into the wall of the house, taking his hands out of his pockets, putting one on her hip while the other brushed her hair behind her shoulder.
"Well, a whole lot of groveling is in order, I think." His hand glided down, glancing over her breast, making her gasp, on its way to land on her other hip.
"I can do that." He leaned in, kissing her neck, loving how she smelled, intoxicated by the closeness of her. "And?"
His mouth moved from her neck to her shoulder, making it extremely hard for her to think clearly. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. "And, uh, you have to bring me breakfast in bed in the morning."
He chuckled as his lips moved back up to ravish her neck with hot kisses. "I can do that, too. And?" His hand dropped to cup her ass, pulling her into him closer, letting her feel that he was hard for her. His lips took hers, their tongues tangling wildly together, making them both moan.
"Oh, God..." She groaned as his lips went to nibble the spot just under her ear. His hand moved up her side and his thumb found her nipple, brushing up and down over it.
"What else will it take, Julia?" he whispered, grinding into her, wanting to be inside her so badly. He moved a hand down, going under her dress, grazing over her center.
"Chase, please..."
"C'mon, Julia, tell me what it'd take." He moved her thong to the side, running a finger through the wetness that was there.
"I want you to make love to me, Chase," was her breathy reply.
Now, that was what he was wanting to hear from her. "Jesus, you're so wet. Damn." He pushed two fingers inside her, making her cry out. His mouth captured hers as his fingers moved in her, his thumb moving in a circle at the crest of her softest parts, making her arch her back into the wall, pressing her chest to his. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breast, taking a nipple between his teeth through the fabric of her dress, which made an erotic sound come out of her that he loved hearing. Going to his knees, he pushed her dress up, putting her leg over his shoulder, then kissed his way up her thigh before placing his mouth on her hot flesh as his fingers moved inside her. He licked and sucked her in, making her jerk against him then put his arm across her belly to hold her still.
"God, Chase, don't stop." Her fingers threaded in his hair holding him to her.
"Wouldn't dream of it." His hot breath was on her.
"Oh, my God... right there, yes! God, yes..." was her breathy response.
He sucked on her harder, his fingers hitting that spot inside over and over again until white hot lights flashed behind her closed eyes, her breath catching as she writhed against his arm, her hips bucking, her back arching, as she came. This man definitely knew how to use his fingers. And his amazing mouth. And his tantalizing tongue. He stood then, still holding his arm against her so she wouldn't collapse on the porch, his eyes smoldering with desire as he wiped his mouth with his fingers, then licked them, sucking on each, taking every last bit of her in. Oh, God, she was going to come again from watching that. And she did. He caught her by the shoulders as her knees buckled beneath her.
"My, God, you're beautiful." He pulled her into his body, kissing her hard, holding her close. When she was able to stand without his assistance, he said, "Come with me." Holding her hand, he led her to the front door, unlocking it. He quickly pulled her inside, keeping an eye out for Allen, then to her bedroom, going inside and locking the door.
He turned to her and she locked her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him. She then unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down and off his arms then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Leaving hot kisses across his chest, she tugged on his waistband as she pulled him toward the bed. She sat down then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. His hard cock sprang out at her and she took it in her hand and licked the tip. He let out a groan as her little tongue came out to lick the tip again as she looked up at him so erotically. His hands tangled in her hair while she then ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft slowly moving back up to take all of him in her mouth, causing his legs to damn near buckle. She held the base in her hand as she slid her mouth down, then moved her hand up along with her mouth as her cheeks hollowed, sucking his length like a damned lollipop. When her other hand cupped his balls, he knew she was going to make him come, fast, so he pulled himself out of her mouth, gently grabbing her hands helping her to stand.
"I want to be in you," he said, kissing her. He unhooked the halter behind her neck and her dress
slid right off, falling to the floor. She stood in her lacy black strapless bra and thong and those shoes looking so damned sexy. "Let me tell you, you’re gorgeous. And those shoes? Christ, Julia. They've got 'fuck me' written all over them."
She laughed then looked up at him sheepishly. "I was hoping they'd have an effect on you."
"Oh, they do." He pulled her into his chest, kissing her hard, unhooking her bra, letting it drop. He bent, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking it in, making her breath catch, then laid her back on the bed, drawing her thong down her legs but leaving those damned hot shoes on. After taking his boots and socks off then shucking his jeans, he put a condom on, climbing onto the bed with her, parting her legs with his knee, falling between them and bending down to kiss her. He pulled back, kissing between her breasts down to her stomach, then knelt in front of her, putting his hand behind one of her knees, stretching her leg up. He kissed the inside of her ankle and up to her calf before putting it over his shoulder. He did the same with her other leg, then held her hips, pulling her toward him, and entered her gradually, letting her body adjust before pulling out then plunging in deep, making her gasp. "Oh, shit, so fucking tight," he rasped.
He thrust slowly inside over and over as he watched her. She was beautiful with her hair fanned out around her, a light blush across her throat and chest. Her lips were red and swollen and her teeth held her bottom lip between them. He had to kiss those gorgeous lips, so letting her legs down, he bent toward her, kissing her so passionately they were both breathless afterward. She wrapped her legs around him then, the heels of her shoes digging into his ass, making him thrust hard inside her several times with a growl, causing her to climax again.
A light misting of sweat covering their bodies caused them to glide together effortlessly. He pulled her up to straddle him, as he sat back on his knees, twining her arms around his neck where her fingers twisted in his hair as she moved on him.
This was such an intimate position, she was wrapped all around him, her lips on his throat leaving hot kisses as she whispered to him how she loved having him inside her, how he was so thick inside of her, so deep.
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