Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
CHASE
I’d woken up with a lot of boners in my life, but this one topped them all. My dreams last night had been plagued by reenactments of the kiss—not to mention the orgasm—that shook the entire fucking world.
Kissing Addison was always intoxicating, but last night had felt different.
Heavier. I didn’t know if it was because it had been so long since I’d tasted her, since I’d felt her fall apart in my arms, or because I knew exactly what my intentions were while I was home.
And those intentions meant if I had my way, I wouldn’t ever again have to go that long without her lips under mine, without hearing her sweet moans.
But it had clearly gotten too real, too fast for Addison, and she’d retaliated by slamming that door in my face and then torturing me like the beautiful little terror she was.
Years ago, I’d stumbled across her listening history on Spotify, and ever since then, I’d made a habit before I crashed for the night to check out what playlist she’d been listening to that day.
She had more than a dozen of them, everything ranging from Missing Mom to Rage Machine to Horny AF.
It had always been a low-key, unobtrusive way to get an unfiltered peek at what she was feeling.
I always, always wanted the rawest version of Addison I could get. Whether that was anger or hurt or everything in between. If she was sad or missing her mom, I wanted to know. And I sure as hell wanted to send her something to cheer her up.
Years ago, I’d accidentally let one of her playlist names slip in conversation, and she’d pinned me to the bed, demanding to know how I knew it.
I’d tried to deny it for all of three seconds before finally fessing up.
Instead of getting pissed like I assumed she would, she just called me a creeper.
And then things continued on as if nothing happened.
She listened like I wasn’t paying attention, I sent her little gifts without my name attached in response, and we never said another word about it.
Last night, though, she’d been making a point as she cued up her Horny AF playlist. She’d played it before, of course.
Hundreds of times. And while every single instance had gotten me hard, I’d never been this close to her when it happened.
It’d killed me, knowing she was on the other side of our shared wall, her little pussy wet and needy, aching after only a single orgasm when I never stopped at just one.
But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—cross that threshold.
At least not until she gave me the green light.
And last night it had sure as fuck been red.
So instead of giving her what I wanted to, I’d lain in my bed, fingers wrapped around my dick while pictures of every indecent thing I’d ever done to her had flashed through my mind. And I’d done a lot of indecent shit to my best friend’s baby sister.
Since it was clear she had no intention of letting me help her with her soaked panties, I’d done the next best thing. Without a second thought, I’d placed an overnight order for a treat that would arrive for her this morning.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, a smile kicking up the corner of my mouth when I got an alert that her gift had already been delivered.
I tossed the covers aside, cringing as I climbed out of bed—mornings were the worst for my knee after so many hours of inactivity.
Once I’d stretched enough so I wouldn’t grimace with every step, I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and an unzipped hoodie over my bare chest. I didn’t care about walking around without a shirt on, but if any guests were in the inn, that might not be the best impression.
I made it down the steps and grabbed the package before slipping back upstairs undetected.
Thankfully, the company I’d purchased from had a gift wrap option, so the black box came wrapped in a red satin bow.
With a grin, I dropped it in the middle of Addison’s bed and then strode back into my room through our shared bathroom.
Levi and I had plans to hang out today, and I was supposed to meet him at his workshop in thirty, which meant I needed to get my ass in gear if I was going to be anywhere near on time.
And I needed to be because I somehow didn’t think I was waiting for the vibrator I bought your sister to be delivered was a good excuse to give him.
After the quickest shower I could manage—one in which I didn’t get the relief my dick was begging me for—I shut off the water, opened the shower curtain, and reached for a towel.
Before I could grab it, the door leading to Addison’s bedroom flew open, and there she stood, my tiny tornado, irritation written across her face.
“What the hell, Chase. You can’t just—” She cut herself off as she finally registered that I was standing in front of her completely naked. And then I watched as her irritation slowly melted into desire.
There was no hiding just exactly how happy my dick was about that. I was surprised I wasn’t light-headed from how quickly my cock swelled, growing thick against my thigh at her appraisal of it.
I didn’t bother reaching again for the towel.
Instead, I just stood there, dripping wet and hard as a fucking rock, as her gaze swept over me.
Across my chest, down my abs, stuttering on the incessant beast standing thick and proud and jutting out straight for her.
She shook her head slightly as if to clear herself from a fog and allowed her gaze even lower, her brow furrowing when she got to my knee and the not-yet-faded scars there.
When she lifted her eyes to mine once more, some of her bravado was gone, but I could still see the anger simmering behind those gorgeous eyes.
With her mouth pinched, she shoved the black box I’d placed on her bed against my chest. “You seem to have misplaced something.”
I shook my head. “’Fraid not, firefly. This is all yours.”
“Definitely isn’t. I hope you’ve suddenly grown a vagina because that’ll be the only way it gets any use.”
I raised a brow at her. “You just spent thirty seconds staring at my very-much-not-a-vagina, so I think you answered that question for yourself.”
“It was not thirty seconds! It was—” She huffed and shoved the box harder against my chest until I reached up and took it from her. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ve listened to that playlist a thousand times, and you’ve never felt the need to send me a vibrator in response.”
“I was also never home to do anything about it. I am now, but since we’re still in the freeze-out stage, I wanted to make sure you got what you needed.”
“You don’t know anything about what I need. Why don’t you save us both the hassle and send it to one of your puck bunnies instead?” With that, she stormed off, flipping me off over her shoulder as she went.
The thing about Addison was she had a tendency to react before she really thought things through.
And I knew that tonight, when her little clit throbbed because she was remembering what it had felt like to have me grinding against her pussy while I’d kissed the hell out of her, she’d wish she had this little toy to keep her company. To give her some relief.
So, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I strode into her room, plucked the red ribbon off her floor, and retied it around the box.
And then I placed it on the center of her bed once again before ambling back to my room, grinning to myself the entire time.