Chapter 5
Jay
Monty was already in the hallway, his gear packed in his backpack and a skateboard under his arm. He and Hugh were headed for the indoor facility since the skatepark was covered in ice.
“When are we going to meet him?” Hugh asked under his breath, crowding me in the doorway to the kitchen.
I backed a few steps deeper into the room so Monty wouldn’t overhear. “It’s been only a month.”
“You’ve been seeing this guy twice a week for six weeks.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Are you serious right now?”
Hugh scowled, folding his arms across his chest. “I want to know who my little brother is spending time with.”
“Your little brother is an adult. I don’t need a chaperone, alpha man.”
His gaze gentled, and he sighed. “Who is he, Jay?”
“A personal trainer. I met him at the gym.” What I didn’t say was that Chase was twelve years younger than me, and that I only met him for sex. Amazing, mind-blowing, organ-rearranging, perfect sex.
Seriously, my boy toy had the stamina and strength of a freaking gladiator and treated me like a prince. I could head straight to his place as soon as I got my brother out of my face.
I’d messaged Chase earlier to wear his gray sweats for me, and nothing else. I could just see him in my head—his ridiculously perfect abs and pecs, the V of his abdomen with the happiest trail of fur leading down, those sweats low on his hips, and that blatant bulge… I had plans for that dick.
Hugh didn’t look like he was about to let me be, though. He curled his lip. “A personal trainer?”
I scowled. “Really? Are you going to judge a man based on his occupation being physical? You?”
Hugh and Kirby had done porn together, and I saw absolutely nothing wrong with that, but if the reminder smacked my brother off his high horse, I’d gratefully use it.
“I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”
“Hugh!” Monty called from the doorway. “You coming?”
“In a minute!” Hugh yelled back.
Hugh encouraged me when I started to date, but he’d gotten a little too invested.
I understood why he worried. My experiences with men had been nothing but abysmal, and Hugh had been with me through it all: the heartbreak, my lonely pregnancy, the postpartum blues, and all the shitheads I never introduced to my kid because I didn’t want alphas barging in and out of his life like door-to-door salesmen.
“I’m having a good time,” I told my brother softly. “Can we leave it at that?”
“I just want you to be happy, Jay.”
I squeezed his arm. “I know. Thanks.”
Chase opened the door and grabbed me by my jacket. He dragged me in, kicked the door shut, and pressed his mouth against mine.
It was Wednesday, and we only had two hours. I came to see him directly after work and wanted to be home before Monty returned from the movies.
“Shower? I want to wash the clinic stink off me.”
“Can I join you?”
Yeah, it was glorious to feel wanted.
In the shower stall, Chase flipped me around so I faced the tiled wall and knelt on the floor. He held my ass cheeks apart and licked inside me.
Humming and purring, he ate me out until my thighs began to quiver.
“Fuck me!”
He stood and slid into me in one smooth movement, his hands on my hips. He pulled on them as he thrust forward, his cockhead punched the mouth to my womb, and I went to heaven.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I chanted like a maniac the whole time.
We came at the same time, my hole pulsating and his cock jerking inside me, and I felt my face split into a wide smile as pleasure flooded my limbs.
He rinsed me, handed me a towel, and when I was moderately dry, he scooped me into his arms.
After he carried me to bed, he proceeded to kiss me all over.
“When do you need to go?” he mumbled between kisses to my stomach and abdomen.
“Quarter to seven if I take a cab.”
He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, then took my nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it for a while, then switched to the other one.
He cupped my pecs and stared at them for a few heartbeats, squeezing a little so my nipples stuck out. They were way too big for my size. They grew huge when I chestfed Monty and never returned to normal.
Chase gazed at them with this fierce look on his face. He squeezed roughly, almost to the point of pain.
“I love your tits,” he said. “Gorgeous.”
“Suck them some more?”
He grinned and settled between my legs. Pinching one nipple and sucking on the other, he teased me and tortured me until I was squirming.
“Ready for a second round, Jay?”
“I want to ride you.”
He flopped onto his back and put his arms behind his head.
“All yours.”
God, that dick. It had a slight curve and a distinct ridge under the cockhead. And it was always so hard for me.
He gazed up at me as if I hung the moon and the stars when I rolled my hips with his beautiful cock deep inside me.
I brought myself to orgasm like that, on top, in charge of my pleasure, with him watching.
Then I climbed off him and got onto all fours.
“Destroy me, baby.”
The mattress dipped, and he was back.
It really was like riding a fucking rocket into space. He drilled into me, and my guts sang.
Five. That’s how many times he made me come in a row. I sobbed into the pillow, and Chase roared with his completion.
But then he bent over me and pressed tender kisses to my neck. He circled his hips, still hard, his harsh breaths warming my skin.
“I love fucking you,” he whispered. “This right here”—a slow fuck into the bruised mouth of my womb—“is my paradise, Jay.” Another rolling thrust. “My favorite place on earth.”
Chase said stuff like that as if it were nothing.
I was glad that what we had was only sex. That we’d made that clear from the start. Otherwise, he could have confused the shit out of me.
He did ask about my day, but after we were done fucking, which was strange. Why did it matter to him? He gazed at me with interest as I gave him my answer, as if it really did matter.
“Can we do a sleepover on Saturday?” Chase asked as I was putting on my shoes, his tone light.
“A sleepover?”
“I’d like for you to stay the night. We can get up early, and I’ll make you breakfast for the road if you need to be home before Monty wakes up.”
The way he casually mentioned my son made me startle for some fucked-up reason.
“Um. I don’t know.” A full night with Chase? Sleeping next to each other, waking up next to each other… That was uncharted, dangerous territory.
“I’d like to take my time with you,” he said, still all breezy, but I knew him well enough to sense a tension underneath his easygoing facade. “You like edging, don’t you? But we never really have time to play. I’d like to explore.”
Oh. Now that sounded like heaven.
“Okay. I’ll ask my brother if he can stay with Monty on Saturday.”
Chase’s handsome face lit up. “Awesome.”
He hugged me and kissed me, lingering.
“I have to go,” I murmured against his lips. “The cab is downstairs.”
“One last kiss.”
Did hookups behave this way?
You know the answer.
I should put a stop to it soon. I’d gotten like a…
sex-cation. I could frame it as that. I knew that eventually I’d need to go back to actual dating.
Casually fucking a twenty-five-year-old would not help me find a tolerable man who wouldn’t piss himself facing my brother and who could one day meet my kid.
The smile Chase gave me looked a little forlorn, and it felt as if the floor tilted under my feet.
“Your cab,” he said.
“Yeah. See you Saturday.”
“Message me.”