33. Bridget
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brIDGET
“ T ell me what’s going on, Bee,” Chase said as we undressed, him standing on his side of the bed and me standing on mine. I watched, beguiled, as he shucked his shirt off. Thick cords of muscle rippled down his arms and chest.
There was nothing different about the way he said my name, but hearing him call me ‘Bee’ rather than ‘darlin’’ made me feel a little uneasy.
I walked past him in my bra and panties, heading for the bathroom. Chase tossed his shirt in the hamper and followed.
“I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick,” I said casually. “Rinse the day off.”
“I’ll join you.”
My feet stumbled on the carpeted hallway. “Fine.”
It was official. Men couldn’t take hints. It had always been a theory of mine that the species liked having plausible deniability, but now I was convinced it was simply testosterone-induced stupidity .
He couldn’t take a damn hint when I wanted to have a quickie that was rough and raunchy. Now, he couldn’t take the hint that I didn’t want to talk about being rejected.
Maybe my ego was just bruised, but I wasn’t done stewing yet. The shower had always been a safe place for me to fall apart. If he hadn’t been in the mood to get it on back at the bar, that was one thing. What really bothered me was that he countered with slow and sweet.
I couldn’t even be mad at him about it. Chase treated me like I was a porcelain doll—something precious and beautiful, but easily broken.
I wished that he could see that I survived because of him. He kept me from spiraling into an inescapable vortex of darkness. His love carried me when I had nothing left.
It was because of him that I was stronger. That I was getting back to the girl I had been before that night.
Chase turned on the bathroom lights while I grabbed two towels and hung them from the hooks on the back of the door. It was strange how natural this all felt—Chase starting the water while I ran a brush through my hair.
Just a few months ago, he brought me in here when I ran in from the rain. That night felt like it had been a million years ago. My mind was terrified, but my heart knew I could trust him. So I ran to him rather than from him, trusting my heart instead of the poison in my brain.
We had come so far.
Chase stood behind me at the sink while steam slowly filled the room. His hands skated appreciatively over the side of my ribs, down my waist, to my hips. He tilted his head and pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. It was warm and wet. The kind of kiss that turned my insides to molten lava. I felt the tip of his tongue slide against my skin as he sucked and teased, no doubt leaving a mark .
Slowly, he turned my hips to face him. Without warning, he lifted me up, setting my butt on the edge of the countertop. Chase reached around my ribs and fumbled with my bra clasp. I felt the hooks release as he pulled the plain nude cups away. “Let me see those beautiful tits.”
My breasts tumbled out into his waiting hands. He gave my nipples a quick tease, sliding his thumbs in an arc over the pebbled points. I arched my back in response.
“Now,” he soothed as he massaged my boobs. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
Damn him , I thought to myself as I let out a quiet mewl of satisfaction. Chase knew he could get just about anything he wanted if he played with my tits. It felt so good. His hands were magic. It didn’t feel half as good when I did it myself.
He cupped my breasts and rolled my nipples in slow circles with the pad of his thumbs as the small bathroom fogged with steam from the shower. It was an intoxicating combination.
“Baby,” I let out a quiet whimper when he squeezed my left breast hard and pulled my nipple between his teeth. Another low, guttural moan rumbled in the back of my throat. “You’re not playing fair.”
He released my nipple with a pop , moving to the right to give the other the same attention. “Maybe I just love your tits.”
“You’re a dirty liar.”
Chase let out a lazy chuckle. “You calling my bluff?” he murmured as he pushed the soft swells of flesh together and buried his face between them. The stubble on his jaw abraded my skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. “Talk to me, darlin’,” he said as he nuzzled his face in my tits.
“Chase,” I said in a happy sigh. “I can’t think when you’re doing that. ”
The fact that he immediately straightened told me all I needed to know. He was interrogating me. Torture method: pleasure.
“There. Now you can,” he said as he took a step back and unbuttoned his jeans.
“I want to have sex with you.”
His cock flew up as fast as his eyebrows did. “And you thought I’d say no?” He let out a wry laugh as he stepped out of his boxers.
“You said no at the bar.”
He was bent in half, tugging the fabric out from around his ankle. He cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah… Because I wanted it to be good for you.”
“But what if what I want isn’t always roses and candles or soft and slow?”
Chase let a frown slip, then quickly returned to a median state of neutrality. “Bridget, I’ll give you whatever the hell you want, but you have to ask for it. I’m not psychic.” He paused, then added, “If I was, I would’ve stopped the shit he put you through before it began.”
“But we can’t change time. There is only moving forward from here.”
He braced his hands against the sink on either side of my hips. “Damn right. My future looks fuckin’ bright because I’ve got you.” Chase braced his elbows on the edge of the sink, wrapped his big palms around my squished ass cheeks, and gave them a squeeze. “You know you can ask me for anything, right? I may not be able to give you a car or a plane or a fuckin’ private island like some of the other guys can, but I can give you me.”
If Chase was bothered by the time I took to mull things over, he didn’t show it. Instead, he stroked my bare skin with his fingers while the shower ran in the background.
“I used to like it… rough,” I finally admitted as I leaned forward and rested my forehead on the curve of his neck and shoulder. “I us ed to get off on the fear. You know, like fear on a rollercoaster. The good kind where your heart is pounding and you don’t know what’s coming next, but you know it’s going to make you feel invincible.” I choked down the lump in my throat, quieting my tone so he wouldn’t catch the tremor in my voice. “And he took that from me. He made me ashamed of something that I used to love. He made me feel embarrassed for liking sex like that, and he used it to excuse some of his abuse. Because I “liked” it.”
Chase wrapped his thick, tattooed arms around my naked body and cradled me against his chest. He smoothed his hand over the back of my hair.
“And I want you to be able to touch me however you want. However I want. And I’m trying really hard to not give you mixed signals, but I would understand if it pisses you off. You know, because of how long it took me to get used to… being touched certain places to begin with.”
“Darlin’—”
“Let me finish,” I said as I sat up and combed my fingers through his short buzz of dark hair, cradling the back of his head. “I don’t want you to have to think twice before making a move. I don’t want you to think you have to protect me from myself by offering me lovemaking instead of a hard fuck. I want you to be able to trust that, if I ask you for something, I can handle it, and I want it.”
Chase let out a quick laugh as I sucked in precious oxygen after my monologue. I swatted at his chest, but he caught my wrists and pulled them against his heart. “Listen, Bee. I would love nothing more than to tie you down and fuck your sweet little body into sexual oblivion?—”
“If you’re not into that kind of thing, it’s okay. You get a say, too?— ”
His finger pressed against my lips, effectively shushing me. “My turn now.”
I nodded.
A slow smile curled at the corner of his mouth. “Good girl.”
As if on cue, goosebumps flooded my body. My heart ramped up to a drumroll, and the way my ovaries jumped into overdrive made me wonder if two little words were enough to get me pregnant.
Chase removed his finger, trading it for a kiss. He left my mouth with a nip on my bottom lip. He didn’t know it, but a shock of electricity buzzed straight from my nipples to my clit.
“I’m not going to think about all the partners you had before me that helped you find your preferences. It makes me want to murder anyone who’s ever seen you naked.”
I cupped my breasts, lifting them as a paltry offering.
Chase grinned and lavished the soft swells with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. He tilted his head, pausing on the right one, and bit. I moaned, wiggling my hips against the sink for relief as he sucked. As he marked me.
When he came up for air, there was a pink mark that was quickly deepening on the side of my boob.
Mine, his gaze screamed. All mine.
Chase looked up at me with a stupid, lopsided grin on his face. “Goddamn, I love your tits.”
I shimmied my chest. “All yours, baby.”
“If you think you can distract me from this conversation by flashing your boobs, you’re correct. I’m distracted.”
“Okay, okay,” I said, swatting him away. “If I keep the girls in check, can we have shower sex?”
The growl that rumbled from his throat sent shivers down my spine. “Sure, if I manage to not bend you over the sink and take you from behind first. ”
My eyebrows rose.
“You’d like that?” he asked hesitantly.
“Hell yeah,” I laughed. Sink sex was fucking awesome. Ass up, boobs swinging in the empty bowl of the sink, cool porcelain teasing my pebbled nipples. The mirror in front of us would give me a spectacular view of his face as he held my hips and drove into me.
Chase groaned like the conversation was physically painful. His cock was hard, pressed between us as the steam began to fade. The water had turned cold before we even got in.
Maybe we’d get a little dirtier before we got clean again.
I wrapped my hand around his granite shaft and teased him with a single pump, swiping a pearl of wetness away on the stroke.
Chase swallowed. He was battling to focus through my ministrations. “Tell…” He groaned as I dipped below his throbbing dick and massaged his balls.
“What was that, baby?” I teased.
“Tell me… What you… Dammit, Bee ? — ”
He yanked me off the edge of the sink. My feet hit the floor with a thud before he spun me to face the mirror, bent me over the sink, and rammed his cock deep inside my aching pussy.
Wetness dripped down my thigh as he grabbed my hips, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Hold the fuck on,” he grunted. Chase let go of one hip and slid his fingers low against the back of my skull. Delicious pinpricks of pleasure rippled from my head to my toes as he pulled my hair with a deep, firm tension against my scalp.
An animalistic moan rumbled in my chest as his other hand slid between my ass cheeks and rimmed the tight ring of muscle.
“You like that, beautiful?” he asked. The sweet term of endearment only amplified the power and fervency of our sex. Being so desperately wanted that he couldn’t hold back made me feel like I was immortal. Being so truly, deeply loved made me feel invincible.
Chase unloaded inside of me. Thick ropes of his release streamed down my thigh as he pulled out. I began to push back up to standing, but he kept me pinned and bent over the sink. “Not yet, darlin’.”
Chase did the cop thing where he used one foot to kick my ankles further apart. I gasped as my feet parted.
He leaned down and growled in my ear, “I want you just like that until my seed slides all the way down your flawless legs. And if I have to fuck my hand and come again to mark you with more, I will.”
Holy shit.
He grabbed the back of my hair and tugged, tilting my head back, so I was staring in the mirror. “You’re going to watch yourself come. Eyes open. If you close them, you’ve got a spanking coming.” Without warning, he reached between my thighs and teased my clit with slow, circular strokes.
I was about to tell him to go faster when pleasure began to simmer low in my belly. My lids lowered as thick waves of ecstasy pushed me toward the breaking point.
A sharp smack made my eyes pop open again. Chase was staring at me in the mirror, his gaze dark with lust. The spank wasn’t hard enough to hurt. It didn’t even sting.
“You good, darlin’?” he asked in a quiet baritone.
“So good,” I practically begged as he drove me close to a climax again. This time, I locked on his gaze, then closed my eyes intentionally.
What I didn’t expect was a slow, deep chuckle. “Naughty girl.” The second spank was harder. There was a sharp sting, but he immediately cupped my ass cheek and massaged it away. “Eyes open. Watch how beautiful you look when you come all over my hand.”
His release was almost to my ankle as he drove me close to the point of no return. “Chase,” I gasped.
“That’s right, darlin’,” he soothed as he teased my clit. “My face is the one behind yours in the mirror. My hands are the ones making you come. My name is the one that’s on your lips.” He surged two fingers deep inside my pussy while he flicked my clit back and forth like a runaway metronome. “ Mine. ”
“Chase!” I cried as I clung to the edge of the sink. My knuckles went white as I crashed into euphoric oblivion. My pussy clamped around his fingers. He slid a third in as wave after wave of erotic pleasure made my inner muscles fluttered around him. I tried to look in the mirror, but my vision tunneled.
I collapsed against the cool porcelain sink, chest heaving as I sucked in shallow breaths. Chase crooked his fingers and slowly withdrew them, teasing my spent walls as he did.
“That was amazing,” I gasped when I finally caught my breath.
He helped me straighten up, turning me to face him as he assessed me. “You sure?”
I nodded, speechless.
“Good.” Chase held up his fingers. They were sticky with my release, and I stifled the urge to lick them clean. “We’re going to shower, then we’re going to discuss boundaries.”
“Okay.”
He pressed three fingers against my mouth. “Open.”
I parted my lips and allowed him to slide his fingers in. Sucking the earthy taste of my release from his fingers had my brain racing with every dirty, depraved fantasy I’d ever had.
I locked eyes with him as I swirled my tongue around them, giving his fingers gentle sucks. A wordless promise of future sexcapades .
“Just so you know,” he said as he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his lips on mine. “That’s not all I’ve got up my sleeve. That wasn’t even an appetizer.” He tipped his head and kissed up the column of my throat, growling against my skin. “I’m gonna blow your fucking mind when you least expect it.”