Page 173 of Foreplay on Words

I pulled out of her, watching my cum trickle down her leg as I bent and scooped her into my arms.

“Be careful,” she laughed as she clung to my neck, tucking her face into the side as I cradled her in my arms and turned toward the balcony doors. “We don’t need to explain this to any emergency workers if you drop me or fall.”

I kissed the side of her head as I awkwardly walked toward the bed, my pants still hitched around my thighs.

“I’m fine,” I laughed as I walked around the large king-sized bed and gently laid her on the covers. “No ambulance horror stories about broken dicks for us.”

Chase looked up at me in the dimly lit room with a drowsy smile. The city lights were the only thing illuminating her as her wild hair spread out across the pillow.

My mind drifted to the ring tightly concealed in my jacket, and I didn’t know if I could wait another eight days to ask her to be my wife.

“I love you so much,” I whispered as I leaned down to help her undress, gently lifting her shirt and then peeling the lace from her skin. My fingers found the zipper on her skirt next, slowly lowering it and helping her pull it off, as well as her lacy underwear.

She lay there gloriously naked against the white sheets, and I found my finger gently tracing the curve of one breast as her eyes fluttered closed. I stepped back and unzipped her boots, dropping them to the floor with a thunk.

She sighed contentedly, blinking drowsily up at me.

I unlaced my boots before I pulled them off; my shirt, pants, briefs, and socks quickly shed before I returned to Chase and tugged the comforter from under her dozing form.

Walking around to the other side of the bed, I slipped in next to her, gently pulling her to my chest. Her leg nestled over my thigh as she curled around me as I lightly stroked her hair until her breathing evened out.

It took a little while to calm myself down enough to sleep, but as I drifted off, I marveled at how lucky I was to find her, and how I would never let her go.

Evan

Los Angeles to New York

“I’m so fricking tired. Whose great idea was it to go out last night?” Kristine sighed as she settled into her airplane seat.

“Yours,” Sam shot back as he tried to hold in laughter.

“Shut it, you dipstick.”

I looked through the seats and saw Kristine smack Sam in the chest before laying her head on his shoulder.

Yet again, we were on the move about to take off from LAX. We’d spent the week bouncing between signings and spending some time in Anaheim to visit Disneyland with Kristine and Sam before we traveled back to Los Angeles for promotional events.

The four of us had gone to a club last night and gotten entirely too drunk. Chase was feeling hungover in her baggy sweats and sunglasses.

LA was intense. Everyone was gorgeous. Everyone was oversexed, and the alcohol and drugs flowed freely in the VIP lounge we’d managed to get into, thanks to an avid reader of mine.

The four of us hadn’t indulged in the heavier stuff, but we had drunk a shit ton of alcohol. Brilliant when you had a cross-country flight at 7:00 in the morning.

“You feeling okay, baby?” I asked in a whisper as I pulled back the side of Chase’s hood. She’d been trying to hide inside her sweatshirt from the small amount of light filtering through the cabin.

“No. Need sleep,” she grumbled as she pulled her hood back into place and snuggled into my arm.

“You’ve got six hours. Get some rest,” I assured her.

It seemed neither of us had won the bet, but Kristine definitely had a soft spot for Sam. Last night they’d been joined at the hips or, at times, the groin. I was both a little shocked and impressed at the dance moves those two produced when they loosened up a little.

Chase had been endlessly amused by the frustrated look Sam had worn all night as Kristine rubbed up against him. It was probably similar to the one on my face as Chase sat on my lap half the night in a super short dress—the wiggling about killed me.

If I weren’t so tired, I’d probably be getting aroused recalling the hot, drunken shower sex we’d had when we returned to the hotel. I’m sure it was the only reason I wasn’t throwing up right now; the endorphins flushed the alcohol out of my system.

As I sat there staring at the clouds, my brain started formulating a plot. With all our commitments over the last few weeks, writing had been the last thing on my mind, but I was ready.

“What time is it?” Chase’s sleepy voice carried softly as she rubbed her face against my shirt sleeve.

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