Chapter Fourteen #3
“Don’t move,” he growls as he kicks my feet slightly wider with his knee. His hand slides up my spine, holding me steady while the other guides his cock back to my dripping heat. He drives in from behind with one hard, brutal thrust that knocks the breath from my lungs.
The angle is different now, deeper, dirtier, and I feel every thick inch dragging against places that make my knees shake. He slaps my ass with one hand, the sharp crack echoing through the bathroom, then he grabs my hip and starts pounding into me like he owns me.
Which he undoubtedly does.
My cheek presses against the cool tile as I moan uncontrollably, one hand braced, the other reaching behind to clutch at him. He fucks me harder, relentless and wild, until I’m crying out, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
“You take me so well,” he rumbles. “Every time I bury myself in you, I swear it gets tighter. You love being fucked like this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I manage to say, though it’s nearly a sob. “God, yes!”
“You gonna give me another one, sweetheart?” he says through gritted teeth, leaning over me, his chest to my back. “I want to feel you fall apart again. Milk every fucking drop from me.”
His words. His voice. His body. It’s all too much.
He reaches around to rub my clit while he drives into me like a man starved, and I don’t stand a chance. My body clenches hard as the second orgasm rips through me, raw and untamed, making me scream his name. “Chase!”
He groans behind me, “Oh fuck,” he mutters, his body trembles, his cock thrusting deep in me before it jerks, spilling hot and thick inside me.
He stays there, locked tight, his hand flat on my stomach, holding me to him while his other presses to the wall beside my head, keeping us upright as we both gasp and shake.
The steam curls around us, a cloud of heat and sweat and sex, both of us panting as we come down from our highs.
After a long moment, he pulls me around to face him and into his arms, my feet are like jelly, though I can barely feel them.
He cups my face, kisses my forehead, then tilts my chin to kiss my lips with the softest reverence.
A complete change to the alpha dominance that overtook him moments before. “You good?” he asks, his voice low and drained.
I smile, dazed but floating on cloud nine. “I’m fricking incredible. That’s certainly not something you see in a Hallmark movie,” I quip, still catching my breath.
His lips turn up in his usual way, which is dazzling.
“I’ve never had sex with anyone without a condom.” He leans in, kissing me again briefly before pulling back. “I don’t ever want to have sex with you any other way. It felt so fucking good. Too fucking good.”
I smile. “Lucky I’m on the pill then because I’m totally on board with this plan.”
The steam fogs up the glass so much that it’s hard to see anything but him.
“I think we should shower together more often.” I turn slightly, moving under the water, letting the hot droplets hit my sensitive skin.
It feels like heaven. Chase wraps himself around me, resting his chin on top of my head as I cuddle into his chest. “I wish you could be here every day, Chase. I love having you here.”
His hands run up and down my back soothingly as he softly exhales. “You want me to move in?”
Calm washes over me. “Would you like to?”
The corners of his lips turn up. “I think we need to talk about this a little more in-depth, perhaps not after such mind-blowing sex. But it is a great idea. For now, though, we need to wash and go, or we’re going to be late.”
I lean up on my toes, pressing my lips to Chase’s.
I think he just agreed to move in with me.
Holy shit.
Things just got really damn serious.
But I’m good with that.
***
As we pull up outside the bar, I can’t help but feel excited.
Chase and I usually go out to restaurants or eat at home, watching Netflix.
This is the first time we’ve gone out somewhere a little more upbeat.
Our relationship has been more like an old married couple than newbies starting out, though we have been having a lot of sex.
I know we should have been sharing moments with our friends, but we both prefer being at home with Polly and spending time together.
We seem to be doing this the wrong way, but I am all for it.
Some might call it boring—I call it comfortable.
It’s us.
But I have to admit, coming to a bar tonight with music pumping around us, having a few drinks, and letting loose does sound like fun.
Chase opens the door, letting me walk through.
The air’s filled with fake smoke from the tacky smoke machine located at the front of the stage, where people perform awful karaoke.
Chase places his hand on my lower back, leading me through the swarm.
It’s buzzing tonight, the chill of fall doing nothing to keep people away.
Sweat tops my brow as we push past the mass of bodies who are all drinking and flirting with each other, trying to find their one.
My body warms, knowing I don’t have to do that shit anymore.
My eyes go wide when I see Rory sitting with a guy I’ve never seen before.
He’s undeniably hot, radiating a confident energy and a face that looks a little younger than Chase’s.
The thing is, my sheepish best friend is sitting far too close to him while twirling her hair around her finger and laughing a little too zealously.
Oh yeah, she’s trying everything she can to land this bad boy.
Chase leads me to the table and low stools they’re sitting at as if he knew they would be here. Rory and the guy’s eyes shoot up, noticing us. Both their faces light up as if the guy knows us as well.
“Chase! Finally. Thought I was going to have to get this party started without you,” the bad boy chimes in.
Rory giggles like a sixteen-year-old girl as I turn to Chase, gesturing for him to introduce me. “This is Dax Malone, head of marketing where I work.”
My eyes bug open. “Ah… the mysterious, Dax. They breed them hot at your workplace,” I blurt out.
Crap!
Bad boy Dax chuckles as I inwardly sink inside at my inability to keep my damn thoughts to myself.
“You’re right, bro. She does say whatever she thinks,” Dax mutters with panty-dropping effortlessness.
His hair’s a little longer than usual, almost touching his shoulders.
Dax’s baby face has a cheekiness that tells me he really is all bad boy.
He might seem young, probably early twenties, but there’s an old-world charm to the way he carries himself.
The man’s a player, and my friend is falling right into his manwhore magnetism as she fawns all over him.
“She does. It’s one of the reasons I’m sticking around.”
What a weird thing to say. Why? Is he trying to find a reason not to stick around?
Those words unsettle me.
Dax seems to notice my shift in mood as he slides off the seat, standing to greet me properly. “Chase has told me so much about you. He practically doesn’t shut the hell up about you at work. I mean… the guy’s got a serious hard-on for you.” Dax tries to cover up for Chase’s failing.
He should keep going…
“Oh, he does, does he? It’s funny ’cause he hardly mentions you.” I lie to stir him. “Or the fact that you both have the same last name,” I state, which I do actually find odd.
Chase tenses, his eyes widening as Dax tilts his head with a smirk. “Yeah, that’s so weird, right?” Dax quips, staring at Chase.
I focus my eyes on Chase, wondering why he’s not saying anything, so I continue, “He doesn’t talk about his work either. Actually, I hardly even know what Chase does.”
Dax glares at Chase like he wants him to take the lead. Chase waves his hand through the air as if to brush that whole conversation off. “So, now that we all know each other, how about we get a drink? On me, of course?”
“Sounds great to me,” Rory yells out, grabbing Dax by the arm. Dax flashes his pearly whites at her, and they walk off to the bar.
“He’s a charmer,” I murmur to Chase.
“He’s abrupt. But once he loosens up, you’ll like him. I promise.”
There are a few things I’m concerned about.
Is Rory falling into a trap she can’t get out of?
Why am I only just meeting Dax?
And why the hell do Dax and Chase have the same surname?
This is going to be an interesting night.