Chapter Six
One of the most insufferable things about Chase is that he’s too smart for his own good, hence him going to med school like a real life evil doctor.
So I know there is a zero percent chance he would ever give me back my laptop without saving my work somewhere he would have access to it.
He knew I’d be sitting here, trying to convince myself to delete my Patreon, and then to delete any trace of myself from the internet.
He would want all my writings on backup so he can use them to torture me for years.
If he and Danny would leave the house for even five minutes, I could search his room. Just to make sure I destroy whatever he has, a hard drive or whatever people use to do this kind of shit. Leverage? Blackmail?
I’ll be at his mercy if I don’t find it, just waiting for him to drop the bomb on my parents and my friends.
No. I can’t live like that. I have to see if there’s anything in his room. A little spill of water over his laptop would solve this problem real quick.
For just a second, I’d been fooled into thinking he cared, because I’m an idiot.
It felt like he gave a shit about what Isaac did to me.
But that was just another of my delusions because Chase has never worried about me.
He’d always been aloof, watching me with that weird ass look he always has.
Like if he had actual emotions he’d want to push me down the stairs.
It was just another way to fuck with my head. And they’re so good at it. Even something stupidly small like Danny pushing me into the fridge has left its mark on my sanity. And now I can’t stop thinking about how it felt with his hips pressed against me, keeping me in place.
It’s Danny, for Christ's sake. He’s been fucking with me for ages. So why, just for a moment, had I not wanted him to step away? Why had I wanted Chase to keep stalking toward me with that intense look on his face, like he wanted to be the one to fix how I’d been hurt again?
Simple, I’d just wanted to have both of them making me feel good instead of making me feel insane—which is what I must be for entertaining the thought still, hours later.
I swear to god I could feel Chase’s eyes on my window all afternoon, watching, waiting. Probably hoping to see if his antics would make me jump out my third floor window so he could have the house to himself for the weekend.
The thought pisses me off, but I’m bothered by the part of me that doesn’t want him to look away. Somehow having Chase’s attention feels both terrifying and addicting. I freeze every time his gaze locks on mine, but I feel more seen in those moments than I ever have outside of them.
The cruel truth is that Chase knows me better than almost anyone else. Maybe he sees me deeper, because he loves getting under my skin.
The why isn’t so important. It’s the what. As in, what am I going to do about the fact that it’s Chase’s face I see whenever I sit down to write? When I picture playing out some of my deepest, darkest fantasies?
I exhale a shaky breath, laying back in my bed. Blinking my eyes closed, I let myself fall back into that place in my head where my story lives, frozen in time for me to return to it. The stepbrother right on the heels of my main character, closing in.
Maybe I’ll just replace her with me, this one time.
Arms close around me, yanking me back into a hard chest. Panic and need in equal parts flood my system until it is overwhelming.
I’ve been caught.
I put myself in her place, seeing what she sees, feeling what she feels. And when I look up, it’s Chase that’s there, holding me close.
“Fuck,” I whisper, as that damning flood of desire pulls inside me. I know it’s not right, but it’s what happens every time.
For a moment I hesitate, surprised that I'm even managing to feel turned on right now with everything that’s happened today. But his presence somehow puts a magnifying glass on the weird crush I have on him, and my body badly needs to deal with those feelings.
I need to plot the chapter anyway so…fuck it. I’ll see where this little daydream goes.
Fantasy Chase threads his hand in my hair, holding my head in place, those fucking eyes drilling into mine just like they always have.
I slide one hand under my shirt, tracing my fingers up the side of my stomach so that it drags the shirt up above my bra. Pushing down one cup, I circle my nipple lightly and shiver.
My breathing is heavy, just as it is every time I find myself twisted up like this over Chase. Knowing I shouldn’t be looking at him this way somehow amplifies the pleasure.
In my mind, he backs me against a tree, pinning me to the rough bark with his hips, still holding my head steady with his hand. His eyes rove my face, my body, those dark expressionless mirrors flashing dangerously with lust before he dips his head down and kisses me.
A tiny moan escapes my mouth and I bite my lower lip to try and keep it from happening again. What if he heard? The thought makes my thighs clench.
As my fingers slide across my chest to play with my other nipple, my free hand moves down to my shorts, tracing along the waistband before undoing the button and dipping my hand inside my underwear.
Chase’s kiss becomes more feral, his tongue seeking ownership of my mouth. Imaginary Chase always kisses me that way, like he needs to dominate with every touch. His fingers tighten painfully in the roots of my hair as his mouth drops to my neck and his teeth sink into my sensitive skin.
A desperate sigh chokes me when I brush across my clit, gliding my fingers lower until they’re covered in my own arousal.
Chase’s strong arms dip down and grab me around the thighs, lifting my back farther up the tree and wrapping them around his waist. The bite of the tree bark balances the electric singing through me when his hardness grinds against my center.
With each roll of his hips against me, his teeth draw lower to my chest, until he yanks down my shirt collar so that his mouth can catch my nipple and suck.
My slick fingers move back up to my clit, circling it slowly as my other hand mimics the pain he’s raining down on my nipples with his teeth, sucking and then biting until my stomach is clenching with pleasure.
Chases’ hand mirrors mine, reaching down to my panties, and I feel him smirk against my skin when he finds them soaked. Large fingers push them to the side and tease my pussy, tracing along me lightly as I shake, then push one finger inside.
I match the movements in real time, slowly pushing one finger inside myself as my thumb continues its circles on my clit.
“Chase,” I whimper. The air in the room stills at the word, but my skin is on fire and I speed up the motion as my body demands more, trying to climb higher.
He dips another finger inside me, fucking me with them as he pulls my head back so that I’m locked in his fervent gaze.
Eyes tracing my face as I react to the pleasure, studying the way my body reacts to him.
He likes the control, daydream Chase. He likes wrenching my own pleasure from me as if my body is his to use.
My legs fall slightly wider, hands palming my breasts heavily like I imagine he would, roughly feeling me up and twisting my nipples as Chase fingers me, his pace quickening and his palm deliciously hitting my clit with each motion.
My muscles clench repeatedly as I try to climb higher, but it’s not enough. I speed up the fantasy, having Chase tear the panties from my body, and pull his cock free, gliding it through my arousal before sinking it inside me.
My fingers mimic him . “Oh…my god, Chase,” My voice is quiet, but it makes the fantasy more real. I picture him pushing my legs back, manhandling my body as he picks up speed, fucking me roughly into the tree as I cry out from the intrusion.
I’m soaked, the sound of my fingers ridiculously loud as I touch myself, and as I climb higher— chasing my release—I picture him outside my door, hearing me moan his name.
It pushes me headlong into ecstasy.