Page 58 of Mind

Chase doesn’t say anything. His eyes gobble up every inch of my wounded breasts. Slowly his hands cup the sides of the globes. He uses his thumbs to spread the soap over each nipple. I suck in a breath through my teeth as the soap covers the small open sores from Justin’s teeth.

“Just breathe, baby,” he coos coming closer. That’s when I feel it, his hard flesh prodding my belly. I grip his shoulders and lean my forehead against his, emotions drowning me with relief.

“I was so afraid.” My voice cracks.

“I know, but I’m here. He’s never going to touch you again, I swear it.” And I believe him but that’s not what’s bothering me.

I shake my head. “You don’t understand…”

“What don’t I understand?” He continues to wash my breasts, down my sides and belly.

“I didn’t think you’d want me, now that you’ve seen me like this.” I hug him close and he wraps his arms around me. The spray pelts against the sore muscles between my shoulder blades.

Chase kisses my temple. “Gillian, if you’re naked, I want you. Bruised or not. You’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever touched in my life. Will ever touch again,” he promises.

“Then love me, right now,” I plead.

He shakes his head. “Don’t you see, me touching you…” he swallows and I watch his Adams apple bob. “That is me loving you.” And he’s right. Every touch of his skin shaves away another layer of the attack from my consciousness.

I slide my hand down and fist his erection. “Then make love to me,” I beg.

He pulls my hand away, brings up my fingers to his mouth and kisses each one individually. “I will Baby, when you’re better,” he uses that non-negotiable tone I’m usually so fond of. Right now I want to smash it into smithereens.

I hang my head and exhale. He’s not going to touch me until I’ve healed. I hate Justin even more now. Chase turns off the water, wraps me in a thick towel then dries me slowly. He grabs another towel and ties it around his waist hiding away his desire from my greedy eyes. Again, he takes his time kissing each bruise one by one until I’m aching for him. He gets near the apex of my thighs and inhales. His eyes shoot to mine, “Christ, Gillian, I can smell you,” he groans and I widen my legs offering myself. He mumbles something I can’t hear, gets close, and nuzzles the skin inhaling. “That for me?” he licks his lips.

“Always,” I whisper. He closes his eyes almost as if he’s fighting with himself. I know the moment I’ve won because he moves my body to the vanity seat setting me down. Slowly he opens the towel and says the words that catapult me back to a similar, happier time.

“I’m going to give you some relief, but I’m not making love to you until you’ve healed,” he says and I nod happily. I know my man so well. He can’t ignore a wet pussy, especially when he considers ithispussy.

Chase lifts my hips, makes sure I’m leaning against the wall and comfortable before opening my legs. He bites down on his fat bottom lip and looks at the arousal waiting for him. The man is twisted in the sexiest ways. His hands slide under my bottom tilting my pelvis and opening me further. He’s on his knees in front of me and it’s the most sensual sight. Exactly what I need to see to erase the horror from earlier. Chase leans down and laps at the slick folds, delving his tongue deep. With one hand, I hold onto his hair and tug. He growls and sucks me harder swirling around my clit with the most talented tongue. Before long I’m panting, my head pounding in pain, though I won’t stop grinding into his face. He takes me to the pinnacle of pleasure and then pushes me over it, into a blinding, satisfying orgasm. Chase licks and kisses me through my release.

When every tremor has left and I’m a lifeless bag of flesh and bones Chase kisses my lips. I can taste myself on him, and it tastes a whole lot better than the coppery acidic taste of my busted lip. He’s careful as he kisses me, moving slowly down my neck. He makes it to my bruised chest and kisses each finger mark. Then his eyes settle on the dark nipple and bite marks. I cup his cheeks and he holds my gaze, then he gets close to the tortured flesh and with the tip of his tongue he licks around it, coating each wound with his gentle brand of ownership that’s uniquely Chase. Using a softness I didn’t think was possible, he brings the entire nipple into his mouth, swirls his tongue around the bruised aching flesh then pulls back, giving the tip a soft kiss. I can’t control the tears as they wet my chest. He licks them away as well then kisses me again, making sure not to press too hard. He’s the only man that’s ever worshiped me.

Once he’s made sure that every inch of my body is dry, cherished and replete, he dresses me in a clean shirt of his with no underwear. I can only hope that means good things for me tomorrow. He pulls on a pair of clean boxer briefs, his arousal still high and hard. I look down at it longingly. He shakes his head and pulls back the comforter on our bed. We both slip in, him behind me, spooned close so I can feel every bit of him plastered along the back of me. Moments later, his fingers tickle their way over my hip and under the shirt until his hand cups the breast that’s not damaged. Well, not as damaged as its twin. With a heavy sigh he says, “I love you, Gillian.”

I swallow down the lump in my throat, snuggle more deeply into his body and hold his hand against my body. “I love you, Chase. Thank you, for making it go away.”

“I’ll always bring you back to me.” He reminds me of his constant promise. And he does. Each and every time.

X

“That’s great news!” she exclaims into the phone. “Finally,” she sighs. “Yes, okay, I’ll make sure everything is cleared from his schedule for the next week. Thanks for letting me know, Jack,” she says happily then hangs up the phone. She flops back to the bed, her small naked breasts jiggling. They’re not as big as I usually like. Gillian’s are at least a full size larger than hers but they’ll do for now.

“What’s going on?” I ask knowing something is up with the rich fucker.

Dana smiles bright in the dim light. She’s really not bad looking. If she was a redhead with eyes the color of shamrocks she might do it for me. “They caught him!” she clasps her hands in front of her and bounces up to a seated position crossing her legs so I have a perfect open view of her cunt.

Sitting up, I extend a hand to hold myself up. “Caught who?”

“You know how I told you my boss and his fiancée had some crazy stalker following them around and hurting their friends?” Her eyes are happy and bright. This does not bode well for me.

Again, pretending to vaguely recall it, I crunch my brow together and lift a hand to my hair. “Yeah, you said something about it. Not much though.”

“Well tonight, when I was at the pub with the fiancée and her three girlfriends he was there!”Threegirlfriends. Should be two. I took care of Yoga Barbie.

“I thought one of her friends died? Didn’t you say that?” I fist my hand into the blanket as her eyes narrow and she shakes her head.

“You see, that’s what everyone thought, but it was actually this girl named Charity. So sad. She was only twenty but she looked so much like Bree everyone thought it was her at first. It wasn’t. Bree’s been laying low. Tonight was the first time she’d been out in the past couple months. And she’s so cute with her tiny little baby belly,” Dana smiles. The fucking bitch is alive? It takes everything I have not to punch this stupid cunt in front of me, but I need her. Deep breaths in and out.

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