Chapter 4
Chapter Four
CHASE
The bar is crowded tonight. Even with no live music, it’s packed to the brim. Especially since it’s one of the only places to come at night in town.
I’ve barely had time to leave the bar because my bartenders are swamped with orders. Every time someone new comes to order a drink, my gaze strays to see who it is.
Not Rylee.
By the time the rush starts to settle down, I’m getting nervous she won’t show.
Is she regretting what we did yesterday?
I sure as fuck don’t, but maybe she does? Hell, my sister is her best friend and what if things don’t work out between us? We’ll never know unless she decides to take a chance on me.
But the last thing I want is to be stuck in the friend zone forever. Not with someone like Rylee.
Time keeps ticking away. When it hits last call, panic is the only thing I’m thinking about.
Shit.
I scared her away. She didn’t want what we did last night. This is why I didn’t want to start anything with her.
Grabbing a case of beer, I heave it onto the bar, ready to start stocking the fridge.
As the last of the patrons stumbles out, someone new walks in. Someone that has everything inside me settling.
“Hey, Cowboy.”
A smile spreads across my face as her sweet voice washes over me.
Rylee.
“About damn time, Honey.”
She looks effortlessly sexy in a short jean skirt, white cowboy boots, and a denim shirt that ties in little bows in the front—hinting at the soft skin beneath.
She hops up onto one of the bar stools and leans across the wooden surface.
“Had to make sure no one wanted to come with me tonight.”
Pushing the case of beer to the side, I match her stance. This close, the lights from above sparkle in her blue eyes.
“Didn’t want to be seen with me?”
She looks a finger into my white T-shirt and pulls me close. Her lips brush against mine as she speaks. “Until we know what this is, I say we keep it between the two of us.”
I suck her bottom lip between mine. “I can live with that.”
“Good. Are you almost done here?”
I look around the empty space. Floors are no doubt sticky. The low hum of the dishwasher churns as glasses are cleaned.
We’re the only two people in here now.
“Almost.”
“How much longer will you be?” She nibbles on her bottom lip.
Fuck. That small movement goes straight to my dick.
“Long enough that I can get you a drink. What do you want?”
A slow smile quirks the corner of her mouth. “Tequila and cowboys.”
“Cowboys? As in plural?”
“Well, one cowboy. But he seems to be too busy for me at the moment.”
Grabbing a bottle of tequila, I round the bar and step between her legs.
“I am never too busy for you, Honey.”
Rylee grabs the bottle from me and unscrews the cap, taking a shot of the clear liquid. Linking her legs around me, she presses up and kisses me.
The hottest, most drugging kiss of my life.
Fuck.
I am completely screwed. My hands sink into the soft locks of her hair as I drink in this woman.
This sexy, confident woman is driving me out of my mind. I can’t get close enough to her.
“Chase. I can’t wait.”
Her hips rock against my denim-clad cock.
“You want this?”
I thrust my dick into her warm center.
“Yes. God, yes.”
Trailing my lips down her neck, I use my teeth to untie the top bow on her shirt.
“Hold on, Honey.”
Carefully untying each bow, I push her shirt open to reveal full breasts with hard nipples.
“Is this how I make you feel?” I tweak one of her nipples.
“Yes.”
“How else do I make you feel?” I drag my fingers down her soft stomach, dipping below the hem of her skirt.
“Keep going, Cowboy, and you’ll find out.”
Stepping back to peel her out of her jean skirt, the soft glow of the lights make Rylee look like an angel.
She’s in a thong and her boots, and fuck me.
“Damn, Honey. I like you like this.” I drag a knuckle over the satin material of her panties before ripping them off.
“I’ve been wanting you, Chase.” She goes to kick off her boots, but I stop her.
“Boots on, cowgirl.” Leaning over her, I capture a nipple between my teeth and tug on it. “Now, tell me how long?”
“Too long.”
Licking the sting away, I reach behind her. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
Unscrewing the bottle of tequila, I take a swig before pouring the warm liquor between Rylee’s breasts. It carves a path down her stomach, sliding lower and lower until it catches in her pussy.
“Chase,” she moans, body shifting beneath me.
I drag my tongue through her wet folds, tasting the tequila and her wetness. Her boots dig into my back, urging me on.
“Fuck, Ry. Fucking delicious.”
“Don’t stop.”
“I have no plans.”
I dip my tongue inside of her. The bite of the tequila with her taste fuels me. I push her legs apart and attack her pussy. Every moan and gasp keeps me going. Her boots bite into my back and I fucking love it.
I love feeling how I’m driving her crazy.
“Chase. Oh my God. I’m so close.”
“That’s it. Come on my tongue for me, Honey.”
“Make me, Cowboy.”
Her fingers slide into my hair and pull tight.
Every dip and slide of my tongue has me cupping my own dick through my Levi’s as she finally explodes.
“Chase. Chase, fuck!”
“That’s it, Honey. Give it to me.”
I drink up every drop as she writhes beneath me.
I stand, wiping my mouth as Rylee’s head leans back against the wood railing. She looks wrung out and I haven’t even fucked her yet. She looks even sexier than she did before—sticky with tequila and body loose from her orgasm.
Tossing my wallet onto the bar top, I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out.
“Do you realize how good you look like this?” I ask, giving myself a long pull.
“How good?” She tips her head up, eyes raking over me.
“Like having you once isn’t going to satisfy me, Honey. Hell, I’ll never be satisfied when it comes to you.”
Her eyes are swimming with emotion and lust as she wags her finger at me. “Couldn’t hurt to try and see if it’ll take the edge off.”
I step closer and push my cock through her wetness. “Mmm, definitely something we need to try.”
“What are you waiting for?”
I crowd in close to her, my chest brushing across hers. “Just taking a minute to appreciate this sexy body of yours.”
She wiggles her hips, the tip of my cock bumping against her entrance.
“Stop appreciating and take me. I want you to fuck me, Chase. Bare.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. “All my tests were negative.”
She nods. “Mine too. And I’m on the pill.”
“Fuuuuck. Rylee.”
She grabs the tequila bottle from the bar and takes a swig before leaning up and kissing me. The sweet, biting taste is Rylee to a T.
A desperate hunger for this woman swirls in my veins as I reach between us to strum my fingers over her clit.
“You ready, Honey?”
“Do it,” she eggs me on.
Hiking one of her legs higher up my waist, I line myself up and push into her in one smooth thrust.
“Yes!” she shouts.
Her walls are already pulsing around me from her earlier orgasm, and I have to take a minute to adjust to her tight heat.
“Fucking perfect.” I trail kisses down her shoulder. “So fucking good, Rylee.”
She links her ankles behind the small of my back and pulls me in farther—if that’s possible. “Don’t be gentle, Cowboy. I can take it.”
Cupping her cheek, I look down at her. “Not tonight, but one day, you’re going to ride me like the cowboy that I am.”
A sly grin spreads across her mouth as I pull out to thrust back in.
“Oh, God yes! I want that. I want it all.”
“Because you’re a damn greedy girl, Honey.”
“So greedy.”
“What do you want?” I ask, fingers leaving a bruising pattern on her hips as I quicken my pace.
“For you to fuck me. To mark me as yours.”
I bite the throbbing pulse in her neck, not caring that it’ll leave an obvious mark on her skin.
“That’s right.” I pull out and help her stand, resting her hands on the bar before covering her back with my front. “Every time you come into this bar.” Thrust. “You’re going to remember me fucking you.” Thrust. “Right here.”
“Every time,” she moans.
Keeping one hand on the bar, I wrap the other around her to play with her breasts. It’s like she was made for me. Every part of her fits perfectly with me as I fuck her.
I will never get over the feeling of her squeezing my cock to within an inch of his life. Our breaths mingle and echo around the empty bar as I keep pounding into her.
“Are you going to come again?” I whisper in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Only for me.”
“Only for you, Cowboy.”
It only takes a few more thrusts before she’s unleashing again. It’s even better than her coming on my tongue. Because I’ve never gone bare like this before. Only with her.
Only Rylee.
Her pulses keep me going before I’m exploding inside of her. I’m holding her close as ropes of cum erupt inside her. I bury my face in her neck, breath coming in hard pants before we collapse over the bar.
“Holy shit,” Rylee whispers.
Pulling out, I watch as cum drips out of her pussy. Her eyes latch on to mine as I dip a finger inside of her to push it back in.
“Mmm,” she purrs.
When I pull my finger out, she grabs it and sucks it into her mouth.
“Fuck.”
This woman is like something out of a dream. I’ve never experienced anything like this.
All I want is Rylee Clarke, come hell or high water.
Tucking my spent dick into my pants, I reach down and grab her clothes.
“Want to come home with me?” I whisper, holding out her skirt for her to step into.
She rests a hand on my shoulder as I shimmy it up her hips. “Is that a real question right now?”
“I mean, I didn’t want to demand it.”
She smiles at me as I help her tie her shirt back up. “You’re about as demanding as I am, Chase.”
I steal a kiss, wrapping my arm around her waist. “I’m glad it won’t take much convincing then. Because I want you in my bed, Honey.”
“Then take me, Chase. I want it. I want it all.”
And that’s exactly what I’ll give her.