Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
CHASE
“I don’t like that you’re still fully clothed.”
“Tryin’ to sneak a peek at the goods, Sweetness?”
I was doing my best to keep the mood light, but fuck, I was a raging mess of emotions on the inside.
I’d never contemplated murder until the moment I saw the bruises that marred Elena’s perfect skin. How could any man lay a hand on her, let alone her husband? If I ever met the guy, I would beat him to a bloody pulp.
Reaching behind me, I whipped my henley off and let Elena take her fill of my bare chest. The perks of being unemployed for so long meant I had plenty of time to work on my body. The heat in Elena’s gaze was the best reward for all my hard work in the gym.
“Where do you want me next?”
I unbuttoned my jeans and dropped them to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs. My cock strained against the fabric.
Elena’s eyes flicked from my face to my dick and widened. “Holy shit,” she whispered.
I palmed my shaft through the thin layer of fabric and stroked once, twice, three times as Elena tracked the movement.
“So?” I asked. “What’s next? You run the show.”
She threw out her hand in a half-assed gesture toward the bed, her gaze still firmly trained on my cock.
I chuckled and shuffled backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sat down and beckoned her forward. If Elena had even an ounce of self-consciousness, it didn’t show. She moved her naked body in my direction with the grace of a dancer.
When she stood between my legs, she leaned down and traced the band of my underwear with a fingertip. “May I?” She whispered the question an inch away from my face.
I closed the distance between us and captured her lips in a bruising kiss. When I’d sufficiently stolen the breath from her lungs, I pulled away and leaned back on my elbows.
“Go ahead, Sweetness. Take out your cock.”
“My cock?” She arched a dark eyebrow.
“You heard me,” I said in my most sincere tone. “Belongs to you now. Has since the first moment I saw you.”
She did that thing again—the one where her eyes bounced between mine, almost like she was looking for the lie.
She wouldn’t find it.
Whatever she saw on my face must have convinced her, because she reached down and stripped me of my boxers. My—her—cock sprang free, slapping hard against my stomach.
“There’s no way…” She trailed off with wide eyes.
“You’re a doctor,” I reminded her. “You know it’ll fit.”
And then the most marvelous fucking thing happened. Elena laughed.
It was the first time I’d heard her laugh since her fit of hysteria on the sidewalk outside Callaghan’s after she fell, and she’d been drunk at the time.
Her laughter soothed something deep in my soul. Like I existed solely to bring this woman happiness.
“Scoot up.” She nodded toward the pillows before moving to the chair where I’d dropped her bag. I complied with my woman’s orders and rested my head on the pillow of the king-sized bed in the center of the hotel room.
“Hope this thing fits your monster cock,” Elena muttered as she opened a condom.
“Your monster cock,” I corrected with a grin and a wink
Elena smiled and shook her head as she sheathed me in latex.
“Came prepared, didn’t you, Sweetness?” I asked. “Figured I was a sure thing, huh?”
Elena bit her bottom lip as she climbed onto the bed and straddled me. My dick pressed against her center, and I groaned at the contact. She gently rocked along my length while she held my eyes.
“I hoped.”
Fuck, this woman. She was such an unlikely combination of sassy and sweet, confident and vulnerable. I knew so little of her story, but I could guess enough to know that her life had been hard as fuck, but here she was, taking control, taking what she needed.
I gripped her hips and pressed up into her, grinding my cock against her clit.
“Yessss.” Elena’s head fell back on a moan.
“Think I can make you come just like this? Can you give me another one before I bury this cock in your sweet pussy?”
“Oh god.” She rocked faster against me, and I pressed up into her harder, forcing her down on my length by my grip on her hips.
“That’s it, Sweetness. Ride your cock. Take what’s yours.”
Elena’s hands were planted on my chest, her neatly trimmed fingernails digging crescent moons into my skin as she writhed and panted and moaned above me.
The sight was erotic as fuck. I could have died like this and gone out happy.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come again. Don’t stop.”
“Never. I’ll never stop taking care of you.”
She fucking detonated. From that very first night I’d met her, I’d wondered if she screamed, and she did. She screamed my name when she came.
I nearly unloaded into the condom right then and there.
When she finally came back down to planet Earth, her skin was flushed and sweaty. She looked devastating—the most beautiful woman I’d ever met.
Elena reached between our bodies and gripped my cock. I might have actually whimpered at the contact. Some men might have been embarrassed, but this woman had me by the balls—well, technically, the dick—and I was firmly okay with it.
She pressed up on her knees and guided the head to her entrance.
“Go slow,” I told her.
She nodded, biting that delectable lower lip as she sank down, inch by torturous inch.
When I was buried to the hilt, she paused.
“Oh, god, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.” She began to grind against me, dragging my cock against her inner walls. “Oh, holy hell, that feels good.”
My hands were everywhere, mapping as much of her smooth skin as I could while I avoided the tender spots where she was bruised. Every time my eyes caught on the mottled skin at her ribs, my vision went momentarily red.
We’d be having a conversation about this, and soon.
But for now, I’d make my girl come on my cock. I thrust up into her tight, wet pussy, earning a sharp cry of pleasure.
“Yes, more.”
She let me take over then. I gripped her hips and fucked her hard from beneath. The only sounds in the room were the slap of skin against skin and a mixture of groans and moans and pleasured cries.
I was barreling toward my own release far too fucking soon, but there was no stopping this train. She felt too damn good.
“Need you to come, Sweetness. Milk your cock dry.”
Elena’s fingers dug into my chest as she rocked against me, chasing her pleasure. Her body trembled, her breaths coming in short gasps. Watching her lose control, knowing I was the one making her feel this way, it hit something primal inside me.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “Let me see you come apart.”
Her hand slid between our bodies, circling her clit as she rode me. Her movements grew frantic, desperate. The sight of her pleasuring herself while taking my cock had me gritting my teeth against my own release.
“That’s it, Sweetness. Show me how good it feels.”
She threw her head back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her inner walls clenched around me as she peaked again, her cry of pleasure echoing off the hotel room walls.
The rhythmic pulsing of her orgasm dragged me right to the edge. I gripped her hips harder, driving up into her with sharp, focused thrusts.
“Chase,” she gasped, collapsing forward onto my chest. Her lips found my neck, teeth grazing my skin.
“Fuck, Elena.” My voice was wrecked. “You’re gonna make me—”
She bit down on my shoulder, and the sharp sting of pleasure-pain sent me hurtling over the edge. My vision went white as my soul left my body, and I emptied myself into the condom with a groan.
When my heart rate had settled from the out-of-body experience that was coming inside my perfect woman, I wrapped my arms loosely around Elena’s limp form—careful to avoid squeezing too tight against her bruises, despite wanting to squish her to me and maybe crawl into her skin a little bit.
I cradled her head against my chest for a few minutes until my dick was as limp as the woman sprawled out next to me and slowly slipped out of her. When I rolled her to her side, she looked up at me all sleepy and sated, and my chest cracked in two.
I was a changed man.
There was now only BE and AE: Before Elena and After Elena.
I brushed a hand across her sweat-slicked forehead and swept her dark, silken hair from her eyes before I bent to place a gentle kiss against her lips. “Be right back, Sweetness.”
I shuffled to the bathroom of her hotel room and quickly disposed of the condom and cleaned myself up. When I returned to the bed with a warm washcloth in hand, Elena was already drifting.
“Elena,” I whispered against her lips.
“Hmm?” Her eyes were still closed.
“Can I clean you up?”
“Mhm.”
I made my way down her body with gentle kisses to the bruises on her torso, and she didn’t so much as flinch. But I did hear her quiet sigh.
After I carefully ran the wash cloth between her legs and tossed it to the floor, I crawled back up to cuddle my girl. We lay tangled together—our sweat-slicked skin cooling in the hotel room air—until our breathing evened out and we both fell sound asleep.