Chapter 25
CHASE ME
“Hey,” Amaya said awkwardly as she slipped in her front door. For the past few days, she had been weird as fuck, and avoidant. She had just got back from her third trip to the grocery store that day, and for someone who didn’t even fucking cook, that was way over the top.
“Come here, babe,” I said. I watched her eyes flitter in my direction before she started scrambling in a panic, trying to find anything to do other than make eye contact with me.
“Yeah, just give me a second, I gotta put all this stuff up, or you know I won’t get it done.
” I huffed. How dare she try to use my love for organization against me?
She scurried into the kitchen, but I had enough, springing to my feet and following her—only when I got there, it was empty.
I heard footsteps and realized that her sneaky ass had slipped out the back way and was headed back toward the bedrooms.
“This damn girl,” I mumbled to myself as I chuckled.
You would have thought I was on the field the way I sprinted back through the living room to cut her off at the pass.
When I popped up on her ass, jumping out in front of her, she screamed like I was Freddy Krueger.
For somebody who played tough like she did, her ass was scary as shit, and it cracked me up every time.
“Amaya, baby it’s me,” I said, grabbing her arms before she could swing on me. I had caught a few of her accidental hits before and quickly learned to go for the hands first.
“I know… You just… scared me.”
“Why you running from me?” I asked, getting right to the point. I wanted to have the conversation in a more relaxed environment, but since she wanted to make a nigga hunt her down, we could do it right in the hallway.
“I-I’m not running from you. I went to put the groceries up, but then I realized I needed to change my clothes, so I—” She started over-explaining and stumbling over her words, so I knew something had to be wrong.
“Amaya,” I snapped, cutting her off. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Everything is fine!” she answered quickly.
“Nah, Toni. Talk. You a grown ass woman,” I demanded.
“Fine,” she huffed. “You… told me that you… loved me the other night.”
“That’s why you been actin’ like this?” I couldn’t help but laugh at her skittish ass. Even now, she was shifting her feet and refusing to look me in my eyes. I gripped her chin and forced her eyes on me.
“Yeah! Why would you say that to me?”
“Because it’s the truth.” I shrugged.
“No, it’s not! You were drunk!” she argued.
“I was drunk, and that’s damn sure not how I wanted to say it to you for to the first time, but I absolutely meant it. I love you.”
“N-No you don’t.” She was still running from me. I stepped closer, grabbed her gently by her shoulders and stared right into her eyes.
“What are you scared of Amaya?”
“I ain’t scared of shit!” she snapped. Clearly calling her scary ass out was a trigger because now she was puffing out her chest, trying to intimidate me.
“Aight tough girl,” I chuckled. “You ain’t gotta do all that. I know you’re strong… but I also know that you’re soft, and sweet, and completely in love with a nigga,” I jested, making her reach over and punch me in my chest.
“So stupid! I never said that!” She rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, because you scary! You don’t have to say it, just know that I know. What I don’t know is why you still running from me… What are you so afraid of, Toni?” I asked, pulling her body to face mine.
“I—um…” she stumbled over her words, biting her bottom lip and looking off.
“Look at me,” I scolded. She complied. “It’s just me and you here. What are you scared of baby?”
“Getting hurt… again.” Her deep sigh hit me right in my gut.
“You think I’m not?” I asked. “You saw what I just went through with Chanel. The thought of going through that again is damn near paralyzing, but you know what scares me more than that?”
“What?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Losing you, so you ain’t never gotta worry about me doing no stupid shit like that nigga,” I said, jaw clenched at the thought.
“You just sayin shit,” she said with her lips poked out. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to snatch a kiss.
“Amaya… Baby, you have owned me from the first time I met you—starting with my mind, then my body, now my heart. From the moment I laid eyes on you, all I could think of was touching you. From the moment I touched you, all I could think about was loving you. Now that I’m in love with you, all I can think about is spending every possible moment I can with you.
Like I said, don’t say it back until you’re ready, just know how I feel.
And know you ain’t getting rid of me no time soon.
” I said leaving her ass standing there looking dumbfounded.
I snuck another kiss, but this time, when I tried to pull back, she held my face and pulled me in closer, snaking her tongue in my mouth.
“I love you.” I planted kisses down her neck and jawline, sucking gently on her neck as my hands kneaded her ass.
“Shut up,” she hissed. “Stop saying that.”
“I. Love. You.” I asserted, looking at her nose to nose as I slid her pants and panties down over her hips. I couldn’t even fool with the rest of our clothes, snatching my dick out of my pants before I lifted her up.
“Chase, please,” she whined, gasping as I filled her up. Once my hands were free, I used them to keep her thighs spread as I thrusted in and out of her. She felt so fucking good that I wish I could keep this pussy in my nightstand instead of Pearl.
“I love you,” I repeated once we had a good rhythm going. I felt her walls tighten around me and her legs start to quiver.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she cried out, damn near in tears.
“What’s my name, baby,” I growled as I held her legs wider so I could thrust up into her at just the right angle.
“Cha-Chase!” she called out, hands gripping my shoulders like she feared I would drop her, but I knew that she knew better than that shit.
“And what do I do for a living?”
“Oh fuck… You play f-football.” I couldn’t hold back my chuckle as I went a little deeper as a punishment for her wrong answer.
“Nah, what do I do for a living, Amaya?” I asked again, not even breaking a sweat while she looked like she was two seconds from overheating.
“F-f-fuckkk meee!” she screamed as her nails dug into my back.
“Close, but no. Think about it, baby… What I do?”
“Run?” she asked with eyes so low that her pupils were barely visible.
“Exactly,” I answered, rewarding her with a full thrust, followed by another, and another as I stared right into her soul. “So, if you try to run from me, what the fuck you think I’ma do, Amaya?”
“Ch-Chase—m-me?”
“That’s my girl,” I planted a deep kiss to her lips, then went in for the kill.
“So-stop-fuckin’-runnin-from-me!” I said, trying to put her ass through that gotdamn wall.
“Or don’t, because you see what happens when I catch you.
” I didn’t need confirmation that I met my desired effect as her body shook and she screamed out my name again right before her pussy started convulsing.
“Oh God! I-I love you too! I love you so much! OH!” she bellowed mid-orgasm while her pussy tightened all around me.
I tried not to take it to heart considering she was pumped full of dick when she said it, but a nigga’s heart still leapt for joy hearing those words come from her pretty lips.
I pulled her away from the wall, and carried her to her bedroom, dick still deep inside her, her pussy still clenching down on me with post orgasm shakes.
If the only way that I could get her to confess her love to me was through orgasms, then I planned on hearing it as much as I could that night.
She was back to being weird again, but in the best way.
My independent, stubborn ass woman had been on me like a second skin for the past few days and I couldn’t even lie, I loved that shit.
She even got up early to hit the gym with me in the mornings because she didn’t want me to leave her.
Then she would text me all day when she was at work, and sneak home on her lunch break so we could get in a quickie.
My woman was obsessed… and I was loving every second of it.
“Last night was fun,” she said dreamily as she sat at the table watching me make her breakfast. It was, but being a trick was exhausting.
We had gone out twice that week, first on a solo date to a private restaurant.
It cost a pretty penny, but the way her brown skin popped in that green dress she wore, and the things she let me do to her in that dress in the car? Ten outta ten.
The past night, we rented out an arcade and did a group thing.
Mona and Tahmir came as well as her friends Laila and June.
We were even able to pull Jocelyn and Jonathan off each other for a night out.
I couldn’t lie, it was fun as hell, but the urge to check my bank account was tearing me up.
I knew it was just a drop in the bucket, but this wasn’t like me.
I guess if she could get out of her comfort zone, then so could I.
My phone rang and I quickly picked it up when I saw Niko’s name flash across the screen.
“What up, Boss?”
“Nigga!” he huffed. “When you coming back home?”
“Damn, why you crying?” I teased. “I’ll be back in two weeks, camp got pushed back.”
“So, you not coming back until right before camp starts? Nigga, when am I gon’ see you?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Nik and I had been attached at the hip basically my whole life, and obviously, he wasn’t taking this time apart well.
“Nik, you know damn well you gon’ see me. I don’t know why you actin’ like this… Sounds like your rotation ain’t rotating too well.”
“Man, fuck you, Chase, matter of fact, bye!” he said, hanging up in my face, and making me laugh at his salty ass.