Page 64 of Blue Moon Mistress

Blissful exhaustion takes me into its arms and I go willingly.

Nine

I feltone of them pick me up last night and carry me from the pile. As I snuggle down against him now, I’m grateful. My bones feel about ten years older than normal, and the couch wouldn’t have done me any favors.

I barely crack an eye, and the Bad Religion flag acting as a curtain lets me know exactly who’s chest my cheek is nestled against.

He’s awake, fingers swirling over my shoulder.

“You’re old enough to have real curtains, you know.”

Chase’s chest quakes, just a little and he kisses the top of my head. “No one’s ever complained before.”

“Youaregood at distracting…”

All I have to do is tip my head up and he takes my lips. His hands move over me, positioning me so he can better take what I’m offering.

But he doesn’t drag me to where I want to be.

Half pinned beneath him, I can’t complain. Not that I want to.

Chase might look slight, but beneath those layered shirts and jeans that most people would complain were too tight, he’s alllean muscle. Held against him now, I like the way he feels over me.

“Didn’t get enough last night?” I ask when I’m able to take a gasping breath.

“If you think we’re ever going to get enough, you’d better readjust your expectations.”

I would call Chase sweet, but there’s nothing about this kiss that fits the word. He takes my mouth as if he owns it, as if I have no say inhowhe kisses me, and I arch against him. The fact that we’re both still naked is going to make it easier to get what I want.

At least… it should.

But when I spread my fingers through his hair and pull him to me for an even deeper kiss, he takes my wrists, and pins them over my head.

He pulls back from me, looking down like he wants to keep me like this forever. “My bed, my rules.”

“Is that how that works?”

Humming a yes, he lets my hands go. “Keep those there, or I’ll find something to tie them up with.”

By himself, Chase is a different lover.

Together, none of them compete for me… Not exactly.

But when the other three are there, it’s like I’m barely able to hold my head above water.

Fingers dragging over my skin, Chase studies me like he’s never seen me before. Or like he’ll never get to see me again.

Neither of which are true.

I almost reach for him, but I clasp my hands together instead. I’m willing to play if it gets me what I want.

But when he stops his sensory perusal, the loss of his touch makes me shiver.

“Chase…”

But he doesn’t answer me.

There’s no time to articulate what I want from him. He slides back, and the covers fall off the foot of the bed.

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