Page 55 of Chase Our Forever

A blush creeps over my cheeks. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I certainly didn’t expect for him to have such a dirty mouth. His words alone send a shiver down my spine.

I bite my lip, my eyes focusing on his mouth. He’s still wet from me. “You’re making me blush,” I admit.

He laughs a deep, throaty laugh that sends my heart racing. “I also find it sexy as hell that you’re blushing after I’ve made you come so hard you screamed my name.”

My face flushes even more. His eyes move from mine and focus on where I bite my lip. He reaches up and pulls my lip from between my teeth.

“I really want to kiss you right now,” he admits.

I smile, letting my hand snake out and mess with the waistband of his jeans. They’re still wet from the rain. “Then do it,” I respond, popping open his button. I want to feel his length, to make him feel good the way he’s done for me.

“Good. I want to show you how good you taste.” He leans in and presses his mouth to mine as one of his hands reaches up to cradle my jaw. His tongue finds mine, and another rush of lust runs through me at the taste of me on him.

This kiss is slower than the others. It’s as if he’s just now realizing that he doesn’t have to rush to kiss me, that he can take his time. I slip my hand in the waistband of his jeans as my pulse spikes.

I want to touch him desperately and see how he reacts. He’s always so quiet, but he was much more vocal as he went down on me. Will he stay that vocal as I stroke up and down his length? I’m dying to find out.

My fingers find the tip of him, and he gasps against my lips at the slight touch. I haven’t fully felt him yet or even seen him, but I know from the thick outline against his jeans that he’s big.

We continue to kiss as I let my hand drift even lower into his pants. I gently wrap my fingers around the base of him, wanting to test the feel of him in my hand.

“Fuck.” A low growl comes from deep in his chest.

“I think you’d be much more comfortable if we got rid of the jeans,” I tell him, already pulling at the sides.

I want to see him. All of him.

Dean nods. My hand falls to my side as he takes a step back. I love how he doesn’t look anywhere but at me as he hooks his hands on either side of his jeans. He doesn’t waste any time pulling them down and kicking them aside.

The moment I see his dick, I lick my lips, desperate to take him in my mouth. There’s no way I’ll be able to take all of it. He’s thick and long. His length stands at attention, just beckoning me to come closer.

I slide off the top of the washer and drop to my knees in front of him.

Air hisses through his teeth when I wrap my fingers around him once again. Just as I begin to pump up and down on his length, the sound of a door hitting the wall fills the silence.

“Daddy!” Clara yells, making both of us scramble, realizing we’re no longer alone.

33

DEAN

Livand I have barely pulled on random clothes from the laundry baskets when Clara comes barreling into the laundry room.

“Daddy! Livvy!” she excitedly calls, looking between Liv and me with a wide grin. “Found you.”

I laugh nervously, risking a glance over at Liv to, thankfully, find her fully clothed, albeit a little red in the face. “Found us,” I respond tightly and high-pitched. I shift my weight. Clara yelling my name while Liv was moments away from putting her mouth on my cock was like having a bucket of cold water tossed on me.

Before I can ask Clara why she’s home early, my mother and father pop into the laundry room.

“Hi,” my mom says slowly, looking between both Liv and me. “Clara knew you didn’t like storms, so she wanted to come home. We tried calling but figured you might be waiting the storm out, so we decided we’d just meet you here to ease her worries.”

I look to my daughter, my heart feeling like it could swell inside my chest at her thoughtfulness. “You don’t have to worry about me, Clara.”

She smiles up at me. “You okay, Daddy?”

I nod before crouching down and pulling my daughter into my arms. I’ve always tried not to show her how much storms stillbother me years after the accident. I’ve gotten better about being out in them and trusting others being out in them as well, but deep down, I know the fear that comes with storms and driving will never truly go away. “I’m perfect. Thank you for checking on me.”

“And Livvy,” Clara adds, resting her chin over my shoulder and looking over it. “Why are you in here?” she asks after a few seconds. She pushes against my chest and takes a few steps back, her little eyes assessing the both of us.

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