Chase: A Devil & his Birdie: Havenwood University Book Two

Chapter 28

THE BUILDING DIRECTOR banned me from entering the apartment building for thirty fucking days and it took everything in me to keep my mouth shut. Coach is gonna have my fucking balls when he hears about this. I don’t give a shit what the repercussions are; I give zero fucks if he benches me or has me skate until I puke.

None of it matters. The only thing I care about right now is her. I’m holding my entire life in my arms and now that she’s tucked in close, I’m never letting her go.

She waited with me while I apologized to the Building Director and to campus security for losing my shit. It doesn’t take a genius to see that Will, the frat fuckhead, was bothering her. I wasn’t about to let him get away with it. Hell no.

I’m usually pretty patient but tonight in the locker room I had such an urge to see her that I ended up running straight to her building after I finished the second crane. I needed to talk to her and was gonna wait all night if I had to.

I was in the shadow of my trees when I saw that douche canoe walk into the lobby behind a group of people. He didn’t belong there and he sure as fuck didn’t belong anywhere near my girl. I was ready to smash through that fucking glass door when I saw him try to touch her.

I’ve got no problem reminding him that she’s mine. I plan on telling her just how taken she is as soon as I can get her alone. I’ve wasted so much fucking time and there’s no way I’m letting her leave without talking to me.

We’re waiting for campus security to finish checking the integrity of the door after I shook the shit out of it. Evidently I could’ve caused a real problem. If they only fucking knew.

“Stay with me,” I lean down to ask her and my heart pauses to hear her answer before beating again.

“I’ll stay for as long as you want me to,” she says while looking up at me. Forever. Stay forever.

Campus security asks her if she needs anything else and she shakes her head no. That Building Director is staring at her and I don’t fucking like it.

“How about you ban that frat fuck for life?” I glare at him and grind down on my molars. He goes on about giving us both the same thirty day ban from the building and I just roll my eyes. I’ll make sure he stays the hell away.

He’s fucking stalling and fishing for things to say to her when he tells her again that if she needs anything to come see him. I’m ready to pop off when I hear him say that he’s available to her day or night. This clown has a death wish. If she needs anything ever, I’ll be the one to take care of it. Fuck off, dipshit.

“That won’t be necessary, I’m fine now.” Sloane says to the too eager to please Building Director and I growl at him through my damn lock jaw.

“I’m so glad you were there,” she says when they finally leave. There’s trepidation in her words and I hate it.

I entwine my fingers with hers and she lets me hold her delicate hand..

“I’m always here,” I tell her while bringing her bandaid-dressed fingers up to my mouth and grazing a kiss over her knuckles. She probably thinks I mean metaphorically. If she only knew how many nights I’ve spent out here.

Her hand is like a block of ice and I immediately reach back behind my head and pull off my hoodie. “Put this on, you’re cold.” She tilts her head to the side and looks cute as hell watching me while I adjust my long sleeved shirt.

“What about you? It’s gettin’ chilly out here.” I push the sweatshirt into her hands and wait for her to take it. In reality I’m offering her so much more than just my clothes but we’ll get there. It’s taken me too much time to get my head right but now, there’s no turning back.

“I’m fine, I promise,” I assure her and those whiskey eyes study me for a second before she pulls it on. Watching her tuck herself into my sweatshirt does something to me. My heart triples in size and my insides feel like they’re being rearranged to make room.

I’m jealous of my damn hoodie and need to touch her too. I grab her cold hand and rub my thumb over her little icicle fingers.

“I wanna show you something.” I need to show her that I’ve been with her in my own fucked up way. That I’ve never been able to go far. That it’s always been her.

I lead her around the trees and shrubs and bring her to my spot. I bring her to where I jog in place and to a flatter spot, where I like to sit for a while when I come to see her.

I stand behind her and stare at my name and number on the back of my future wife. My rock hard cock points right at her and takes up the space between us.

“Look through there, you see the left side of the building?” She nods and looks over her shoulder so her face is closer to mine.

I’m about to choke on my whole fucking tongue when she glances up at me with those big sexy eyes. I haven’t even kissed this beautiful girl yet, and I know in my fucking soul that I’ll never kiss another woman for as long as I live. Even in the afterlife. It’s always going to be her.

“What do you look at when you’re out here?” She asks and turns her whole body toward me. I reach out to cup her cheek and search her face. I know she knows it”s been me watching and from her sweet smile, she seems to be perfectly fine with it. Good girl.

When she leans into my calloused palm, it’s the first time in forever that I feel like I’m alive. And when she tilts her head up toward mine it makes me feel like I have something to live for. Her.

Damn, I want to kiss her. My heartbeats out like a drum roll. “This is it,” I hear the devil loud and clear.

“Don’t fuck it up,” the angel tsks. I roll my shoulders back and send them both flying. I don’t want any more distractions. I just want this perfect moment with my perfect girl.

“You, Birdie, I look at you.” I tell her while I run my thumb down her jaw line and grip her chin. I lean down to kiss her and it’s fucking life changing.

Her perfectly parted lips taste like a warm summer day, Christmas morning, and skating on fresh ice. All my favorite things.

I’m addicted when her tongue melts into my mouth and instantly want more. I’ve never tasted anything like her and plan on never going another day without kissing her for as long as I live.

I suck on her pink and plump bottom lip and smile into her mouth when her frozen fingertips travel over my heated skin. She leaves a trail of goosebumps as her cold little hands reach up over my arms, shoulders, and wrap around my neck. I reach down to hug my arms around her trim waist and pull her closer into me.

With her hourglass body tight against mine, there isn’t a chance in hell she doesn’t feel how fucking hard I am when I wedge my thigh between her legs. My cock is like a steel pipe.

She kisses me like a fucking boss and fights for control. I’ve got no problem surrendering to her. She rewards me with a twirl of her tongue that has me fucking dizzy.

I’m tripping on lust and my head’s in the goddamn clouds when she slowly pulls away and my mouth eagerly chases after her. I can’t fucking help it and give her one more kiss before leaning my forehead against hers.

Her pouty pink lips are parted while she catches her breath and I want her oxygen to fill my lungs. I need to breathe her in. My heart beats out her name and every cell in my body is already craving another hit.

“I plan on stealing every breath you have,” I tell her and start kissing down her soft cheek. She tips her pretty head back and I feast on her neck.

“You don’t need to steal a thing, handsome, I’ve been waitin’ to give it to you.” Her southern twanged declaration sends vibrations through me like a tuning fork. I feel her words sink into the darkest pitfalls of my brain. Her smile blasts a bright light into the lonely crevices I’ve been hiding in.

I nip at her reddening skin and kiss the spot that’ll hopefully bruise. She’s already a fucking stunner, but with my mark on her body, she’s as beautiful as ever.

“Your skin tastes just as sweet as your lips, gorgeous girl,” I wrap my left arm around her indented waist and pull her flush against me.

I rub my thigh against her little pussy and I almost cum in my fucking sweats when she starts rocking her body against my leg. It makes me fucking ferral.

I devour her mouth and the immediate moan that bubbles out of her is all fucking mine. I run my hand over her throat, and swallow down the hitch in her breathing to keep forever.

She lets out these little whimpering noises when I pull down the collar of our sweatshirt to kiss the top of her chest and I want to do whatever I fucking can to keep her making all these sexy noises.

A random gust of wind takes us both by surprise and trips a motion light on the side of the apartment building. On instinct, I fall to the ground and pull her down on top of me.

We’re now even more secluded by the thick shrubbery and groundcover. Thank fuck, because my room is too far away and theres no way in hell we’re done yet.

She’s straddling my upper thigh and her hands are on my lower abs. I’ve got a tent in my sweats and my dick is sticking straight up between us. My hands are underneath our sweatshirt exploring her smooth skin. My hands cover either side of her rib cage and move toward her perky tits.

I pull down the cups of her bra and hold her breasts in my hands. She rubs her hot core up and down my leg and grinds down on my thigh when I thumb roll her hard nipples. These tits are fucking perfect and I hump air trying to get my dick closer to them.

She shivers when another blast of wind blows by, and I jack knife up in a seated position to block the cold air from her chest. She stuffs her hands in the front hoodie pocket.

“What are these?” She asks with this adorable look on her face. She’s cradling the two paper cranes and looking at them like they might fly away.

“Those are for you, pretty bird,” I tell her and watch her inspect the wings of each crane. “I made you one for each goal I scored tonight.”

“One in the first,” I tell her and squeeze one tit before squeezing the other, “and then the game winning goal.” Her eyes lock on mine and are loaded with whiskey and sex.

“I love ‘em,” she says while crawling up my lap. She sits right on my dick with her hot little pussy. It feels so fucking good my eyes cross.

Her knees are on either side of my hips and digging into the dirt and old mulched up leaves. My fingers tweak each nipple one more time before I grab her hips to rock her over me. She tries to hold in her moan and I crash my mouth into hers. I want that fucking moan. It’s mine. She’s mine.

She kisses me like she can’t get enough and whimpers like she’s afraid this’ll end. Don’t worry, we’re forever, baby. She moves fast and rubs herself all over me while her tongue turns my mouth inside out.

She shivers again and this time, it’s not because she’s cold. Her skin is warm and I can only imagine how wet and wild her pussy is.

She breaks away from my mouth and drops her head to my shoulder. Her breathing is becoming erratic and when I push my hips up she tries to bury her sounds in my neck. Oh no you don’t, Birdie.

I snake my arm out from underneath our sweatshirt and reach up until I feel the ends of her ponytail. I wrap the red strands around my fist and pull down until her pretty head lifts up and she’s facing the star scattered sky.

“I wanna make you come, pretty bird.” I drag my nose along the column of her neck and her sweet smelling skin. She threads her fingers into my hair and digs her nails into my scalp. It feels so good, that if I could fucking purr I would sound like a diesel engine. “And when you do, I want you to sing for me again,” I say into her throat while nuzzling against her neck.

“Good Lord,” she says, sounding all flustered. I lean back and take her with me and she lets a tiny squeal escape. I’m instantly pissed that I didn’t kiss her in time to swallow it down with the others. Thats okay, I’ll just make her do it again. With my hands still on her hips, I push them up so she’s on her hands and knees, hovering over me. Perfect.

I reach for the waistband of her jeans and don’t hesitate to rip open the stupid zipper when it gets stuck.

“Oh, God,” she moans and arches her back as soon as I glide my hand inside her panties. Silk and lace skim over my knuckles and velvet smooth skin meets my palm. Then I’m hit with her warm little pussy and I’m a fucking changed man.

“Not God, baby, you know who I am,” I tell her and circle her tiny wet clit with the tip of my index finger.

“Chase,” she moans my name and it sounds like she’s calling me home to her.

“Yours…I’m yours,” I tell her and push my tongue into her mouth and my finger into her slit. I add another and curl them into her soaking wet walls. She grinds down on my palm that rubs against her sweet spot and hums into my mouth before pulling away with a shaky breath. I reach up with my other hand to hold the back of her head to mine when our foreheads rest on each other.

“And I want you to be mine.” No matter what she says I’ll always belong to her. But I really hope she says yes when I ask, “Be mine, Sloane.” With my thumb circling her little clit and my fingers snug in her pussy I do my best to convince her that I’m all in when it comes to her.

“I already am, you silly man,” she drawls out while moving her hips. “Oh my God,” she whispers out as my fingers do work. I barely hear it over the wet sounds her slick pussy makes.

“You got up on that stage last night and sang your fucking heart out for me in front of everyone. Now I want whoever’s out there to know you’re mine. Don’t get stage fright on me now Birdie, let them hear you. Let them hear how sexy you sound when you come all over my fingers.”

“Oh my soul, Chase, oh my God.” She clenches around me and comes while the most beautiful sound rips from her chest. My hand is soaked with her cum and theres no fucking way I’m letting it go to waste.

I shove it down my pants and squeeze my cock while she watches me jack off in my sweats.

With hazy eyes, she sits back on her haunches over my waist and precum spurts outta my tip when she licks her pretty lips.

She shocks the hell outta me when she pushes down my waistband and grabs my dick before it even springs free. She wraps her little hand around my shaft and her fist sits on top of mine. We find a rhythm and are instantly in sync, jerking me off.

I’m fucking possessed watching her touch me. My skin feels like it’s humming under her hand. I’m stripped down to grunts and the only warning she gets that I’m about to come is when my whole body convulses below her.

Come shoots up and out before running down our hands while we milk me dry. I groan through every second and my body shakes off the crazy intensity.

My prim and proper girl isn’t grossed out by the mess on her hand and gives my cock one final squeeze before pulling my sweats up and making sure my dick is tucked into my briefs while I try to summon my soul to return to my body.

With my chest still heaving, I look up at the full moon hanging low and shining bright. It’s no fucking match for the beautiful girl perched above me.

If the Northern Lights put on a one night show in the Virginia sky right now, I’d still only look at her.

She may have buttoned up her jeans and fixed her tits, but her sleepy eyes, dirt stained clothes, and satisfied smile tell the whole world what she’s gotten into tonight. Me, she’s gotten into me.