Page 48 of Mind

“Dinner is served Mr. Davis,” the chef bows to Chase.

Several “I’m starved,” and “So hungry” from the men can be heard as we all make our way to the dining room. The chef has set out a steak dish with potatoes and veggies. Down home cooking with a gourmet approach. I snicker and Chase leads me to the front of the table and to his right. His mother is sitting to his left.

“Mother,” Chase says softly, leans down and kisses her cheek. Colleen takes in the group who, except for Bree, are a little tipsy to say the least.

“Looks like all of you dressed for dinner,” she says haughtily glancing at each of us with a pinched scowl. All four women are in different styles of yoga pants, tanks, and sweater-shirt type combinations. Maria’s eyes flash to Colleen. She balances herself against the chair back sending daggers.

“Excuse me? You have a problem with my attire?” she says before slowly lifting her right leg out. She grasps it at the calf and pulls it all the way up along her side, toe pointing straight into the air in a standing splits. Maria closes her eyes and breathes out slowly. “Sorry, leg cramp,” she offers sweetly, knowing the movement horrified the woman watching her. Dance acrobatics at a formal dinner table set for royalty with a snobby witch trying to stare her down…I never loved her more.

“Damn, Tommy is a lucky man,” Carson grumbles and Kat whacks him in the shoulder. “Sorry Sweet cheeks but that’s impressive. Imagine what I could do to you if you were able to do that…” He grins, his eyes focused on her pretty face. She blushes then nudges him.

Chase controls the grin that slips across his face. “Yes well, Mother, normal people dress comfortably when staying in for the night. You should try it,” he offers while taking in her buttoned up silk blouse and skirt ensemble. I’m always surprised at how easily Chase pushes off what his mother says but still sounds respectful doing it. “Eat up everyone. Don’t let the food get cold.”

I watch Chase eat. He glances around the room smiling. I’ve never seen him happier. Our friends have truly become a welcome part of his life, and seeing them all here, enjoying a meal in the house he grew up in, has to be making him nostalgic. Eventually, his gaze settles on me. He cocks his head to the side, pops in a baby potato and gives me a heart-stopping, gorgeous grin that makes me flush with excitement. He winks and I practically drool.

“Eat, baby. You’re going to need it for what I have in store for you tonight,” he whispers.

I cut a piece of meat, plop it into my mouth and give him a sexy, knowing look of my own. He thinks he’s going to lead this evening, he’s got another thing coming. I’m feeling better than I have in a long time. My friends are healthy, happy, and Phil’s on the mend and awake. We’re all going to have another life to celebrate, and pretty soon, I’m marrying the man of my dreams. Yeah, he’s so going to get a piece of me tonight. A whole lot more than he bargained for. I plan to ride my man until I’m walking bowlegged to work tomorrow.

Chase sees the change in me, always aware of subtle changes or maybe it’s just the pheromones calling to him. “What?” He says sweetly.

“You’re mine,” I say quietly and grab his knee under the table.

“Staking your claim?” he whispers leaning over toward me while the table is alive with boisterous conversations, each person trying to out-talk the other.

“You got a problem with that?” I offer with a little attitude.

“Not even a little bit.” He reaches down and adjusts his pants. I grin, knowing he’s already getting hard, picturing what we’re going to do to one another later.

Licking my lips, I take a sip of wine and exhale. Just thinking of being with him intimately has my heart pounding, my panties wet, and desire running through my veins.

Chase’s eyes have turned dark, swirling with intensity. “You are so going to get it,” he growls into his wine glass taking a large sip of the rich fruity liquid.

“You gonna give it to me?” I throw back.

“Many times over. Plan to ache with how many times I’m going to stuff you full of my cock,” he grits through his teeth.

I look him dead in the eye. We stare each other down. His eyes are still filled with lust, probably mirroring my own. I can no longer hear the conversations around us. There’s nothing but his eyes, mouth, and beautiful face and the desire pumping through the two of us.

I want him more than anything in this lifetime.

I need him more than air.

“Bring it!” I challenge plopping another bite into my mouth.

Without preamble, Chase stands, grabs both of my hands, pulls me up, leans down pushing his shoulder into my stomach and lifts me up into the air.

“Chase! What in the world?” his mother cries out.

“Put me down!” I bang on his ass then fondle it a couple times enjoying the feel of his tight glutes flexing. It’s a great ass.

One of his hands holds my legs the other firmly gripping my ass. “Sorry everyone. It’s been a long day and my fiancée and I are going to retire for the evening. Please enjoy the food, wine, and dessert I know the chef has prepared.”

“Chase, sit down. You’re embarrassing yourself,” his mother scolds. I snicker behind him trying to hold myself aloft balancing on his waist and see the group.

“Buenas noches,” Maria waves and throws a thumbs up my way.

“Have fun,” Kat laughs and twirls a lock of her hair. I don’t think she’s too far from taking her own man the way that Carson’s eyes are devouring her.

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