Chapter 24
“What’s next?”
Probably vows. I don’t know. I don’t have to promise Chase that I’ll love him always, in sickness and health, richer or poorer. That’s the one thing that I never doubted.
But in case he doubted…
“Chase?”
“Mm?”
“When the Doctor forced me to remember that I was Hallie, I thought that was going to fix everything. I remembered my name. I remembered Xandra was the one to die. I remembered everything as though it was a dream, and not something that happened to me. But just because I knew I was Hallie, that didn’t make me feel like her. ”
“Babe—”
I keep going before he can interrupt. “The only thing that made sense was you. I remembered loving you. I did love you. And you love me. You’ve always been the one thing I could grab onto and be sure of.”
His throat works, but I’m not done.
He’s still holding my hand. I squeeze his fingers. “You helped me survive when I wasn’t sure I could.”
“Holden…” He bows his head as he breathes out my chosen name.
“I’ve spent every fucking second since January 1st making sure that you survive.
You’re all I care about. You’re the one thing that keeps me going.
I love you. I love you so fucking much, and I know you’re humoring me…
wearing the dress… putting on that ring…
but there are times that I swear… if I can’t claim you in some way, I’ll lose my damn mind. ”
I know he’s being so completely honest, it hurts—but in a good way.
It’s a good ache. He loves me, and there were so many moments that Chase doubted that I loved him, and he just wants me to be his…
but, with him closing in on me, there’s no way I can miss the erection that’s nudging me through the thin material of the dress.
I snort. “Is that it? You get to call me your wife, and then we consummate the marriage? Huh? Tell me, Chase… did you set all this up tonight so that I’ll fuck you?”
He jumps back, an apology already to his lip before he sees the teasing expression on my face.
His switches in an instant, a slow lazy grin tugging on his lips. “Would I do that?”
Yes. “I mean… if you want, I could go outside, maybe do a little running. I remember how you said your mom named you well. What do you think, Chase? You want to come after your new wife?”
Because fuck it. I have his ring on my finger, and the closest thing to a wedding dress that he could find.
We made it clear how much we love each other…
and, damn it, I haven’t had the chance to fuck Chase since we went skinnydipping.
And while that was actually way more fun than I thought it would be, my pussy throbs as I remember how erotic is was to have Chase run after me in the woods, fucking me in the ass on the dirt, niether one of us giving a shit if the lurkers happened upon us.
Chase closes the gap between us. “I mean, we could. You know how much it turns me on to chase you, babe. And if I catch you… and you know I will… the same offer stands. I get to touch you wherever I want. I can slips my fingers in your panties and play with your pussy. I can go down on my knees and fuck you with my tongue. You like that?”
I didn’t realize how heavily I was breathing until he surges forward, splaying his palm against my back, forcing me up to the balls of my feet as my heaving chest smashes against his hard one.
And, still, my motherfucker of a husband is teasing me as he uses his other hand to massage my ass cheek through the dress.
“I’ll give you a head start, Holden. You run, and I’ll go see if Annie has some lube. I’ve been fantasizing about taking your ass again. What do you think about that?”
I tilt my head back, nipping at the bottom of his chin. “What’s the matter? I’m not worth a little of your blood?”
His eyes glaze over. “Oh, baby… you’re worth everything I have. Say the word. I’ll give it to you, and when we’re done, there won’t be a single survivor at Sunnyside who doubts that you are mine.”
I go breathless, hearing the absolute vow he just made to me.
He waits, raising his eyebrows. “Well? Which is it?”
“Sorry, Chase, but I don’t feel like running,” I tell him, and though you can never accuse me of being shy around this man, I throw myself at my new husband.
For a second, I’m sure he thought my comment meant that I didn’t want to play his game.
Not quiet. I need him too badly to let him chase me before he fucks me.
There will be plenty of time for him to do that later.
We have forever, even if forever only means until tomorrow, but I will take every second I can with him.
Only for a second, though, before our mouths collide.
Hands move on their own accord. Without breaking our kiss, Chase starts to unbutton his jeans.
I moan into his mouth as I hear the ragged unzipping of his pants, as though he’s in such a hurry, it snagged on the fabric of his jeans.
He jerks, and gives up on it for a moment.
He crouches down, kissing my neck, my chest, the inside of my elbow before he’s on his knees in front of me, grabbing the hem of the dress.
Another kiss to my inner thigh before he rising up, bringing the dress with him.
Chase curses under his breath when he finally notices that I was wearing just the dress.
I stripped off my underwear, my bra, and my socks when I got rid of my boots, hiding them all under the bed because, welp, I knew exactly how our “wedding” was going to end: with me flat on the bed beneath Chase.
He doesn’t even bother getting undressed himself. His tank is on, tugged up enough to reveal his scrumptious ab muscles, and he got his zipper down enough that he’s able to reach into his boxer briefs and tug out his cock.
That’s as far as he got before he realized he had a naked Holden Knight in front of him. Next thing I know, my prophecy comes true, and I’m hitting the bed with enough force to make me bounce. Chase follows behind me, catching me before I bounce right back off of it again.
Dropping my by my pussy, he buries his face in my bush.
I squeal. Chase… when we have the time to enjoy each other, he’s always been an eater. I had thought that he’d go right to fucking me, just to make sure that—in his eyes—we did consummate our marriage, but I was wrong.
Arching my back, letting him have full access to me, I’m happy to be wrong.
I dig my fingers into the sheets as he nuzzles my pussy.
He laps at my entrance, gathering enough of the juice he finds there to actually making a gulping sound.
He sucks my clit into the heat of his mouth, ripping a scream of pleasure out of me as he does, and then he does exactly what he threatened earlier: he fucks me with his tongue.
“My wife tastes so fucking good,” he whimpers, diving back in for another taste.
My heart leaps to hear him call me that. For once, I don’t have to shut him donw. I don’t have to remind him that I’m not his wife. That I can’t be.
Because why can’t I?
I grab him by the air. He actually has the nerve to growl when I rip him away from my cunt, forcing him to meet my eyes.
His lips are shiny with my juices. “I’m not done.”
“I need you,” I whimper.
Chase goes still. “Babe?”
“When you curled your tongue and fucked me with it? It made me realize that your mouth got me close, but it’s not enough. I need you. I need you to fill me up. To stretch me out. To make me yours.”
That’s all I have to say.
Chase shifts his position so that he’s on top of me.
Again, when we have the time, he prefers to have me ride him.
Either that or bending me over, allowing him to pound into me as he pulls my hair just the way I like.
After so many years together, we’ve done just about everything, but there are moments when my sweet Chase settles on missionary because he comes the fastest when he gets to look in my face as he fucks me.
I’m sopping wet. It takes him a second to seat himself because his dick slid right off of my entrance. He had to stop what he was doing, insert the tip with as much concentration as he showed when he was fixing the ring, and shove.
My eyes flutter closed as he mutters my name.
“Holden.”
I lift my hips, moving just enough to encourage him to do the same. Having him warming himself inside of me is all well and good, but, as close as I am to coming from oral, I need a little bit of stimulation to really go off.
Slowly, he begins rocking inside of me. I follow his rhythm. He moves faster. My breath starts to quicken. I reach between us, searching for my clit in the mess of our slick bodies when he slaps my hand away.
“Mine.”
With my eyes still closed, I hiss at me and try again.
Another slap, and then a command. “Look at me.”
I almost refuse. He’s fucking around, not letting me come as he’s, okay, fucking me, but I’m so close…
He grabs one hand of mine, leading it to his head. Then the next. He wants me to hold onto him, and before I let go, he changes his angle. I grunt, and his hand is suddenly between us now, flicking at my clit.
“Look at me.’
I do.
In an instant, ny eyes find his. At this moment, all I can see if Chase, feel is Chase,
“That’s it. Look at me, Holden.”
His forehead presses to mine.
“Your husband. You understand me? Not the man you almost married. Not the man you were supposed to marry. Your fucking husband.”
“Chase—”
“Feel me touching you. Feel my hands on you.” He plucks my clit with one hand. The other digs into my naked hip, pinning me in place beneath him. “ You’re here. I’m here. This is real.”
I clutch him closer.
“Tell me whose hands these are.”
“My husband’s.”
His eyes darken as his lips curve, wicked and wanton and undeniably mine. He pulls back, thrusting inside of me with such possession, I whimper even as he demands, “Again, babe. Tell me again.”
My eyelids flutter as I tighten my grip on his head, threading my fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. “My husband.”
His hand abandons my clit, cupping my tit instead, squeezing me, his thumb playing with my nipple. “That’s right, Mrs. Knight. And whose wife are you?”
“Yours.”
His grin widens. “Fuck, baby. I waited a long time to hear you say that. To admit you belong to me. Especially since I’ve always belonged to you.”
I don’t know what does it for me more: hearing him say that or that he uses his thumb frantically to rub my clit as he slows his thrusts enough that I feel every insert, every withdrawal of his cock against each nerve ending inside of me.
I know what he’s doing. He’s close, but he doesn’t want to come first, and he’s waiting for me to go over before he follows behind me.
That’s an easy enough request. I was inches away when he first started to fuck me with his duck.
Throw in the clit action and how his heartfelt words are echoing in my head and, yeah—
“Chase!”
Damn it. He told me he was going to get me to shout his name, didn’t he?
And that’s not all. As the orgasm slams into me, I mutter all sorts of promises, most of it nonsense, every word of it I mean if he’ll just keep fucking me while I ride out the most powerful climax that I’ve had in a long, long time.
“That’s it baby. You’re such a good girl. My beautiful wife. Let yourself go.” Thrust. “Come.” Thrust. “Love.” Thrust. “You.”
Another squeal, followed by his grunts of pleasure as he comes inside of me.
When he’s done, when he’s kissed me again, then collapsed on the bed beside me, his spent cock still nestled inside of me, I blink back the happy tears stinging my eyes as I wrap my arms around him.
“I love you, Chase,” I whisper, holding him tight.
And I’m going to have to visit Annie at the trading post in the morning, aren’t I?