Page 56 of When I'm Gone

“What?” I snap too harshly.

Chase furrows his eyebrows. “I’m sorry. You surprised me is all. I wasn’t expecting it.”

I can already tell how this is going to end. “But you don’t want me. I get it. It’s fine. I didn’t even want to, anyway.” I sound like a petulant child. He knows it, I know it, the guy in the next car vaping like he’s entering a cloud-making competition knows it. Whatever.

“Did I say that?” he asks in that firm tone that makes my thighs clench together. Damn it. I don’t answer. Rhetorical questions never end well for me historically. He sighs heavily. “Easton, I’m trying to take things slow because I’m trying to meet you where you’re at. Don’t misunderstand, I never not want you. It’s taking all of my self-control to not fuck you into the mattress every night.”

A squeak works its way out of my throat before I can stop it. Chase smirks, the evil bastard. I fucking hate it. Okay, Idon’t, but he has got to stop saying things like this if he doesn’t want my brain to leak out of my ears.

My dick thickens at the mere thought. “That. Do that,” I practically beg.

He pulls into his driveway, turning off the car before facing me. “I’m a patient man, Easton. There’s plenty of time to do everything I want to do to you and then some, no reason to rush. I’m going to take my time with you.”

And then I pounce. The last word is barely out of his mouth before my lips attack his furiously. Chase’s tongue demands entry that I easily grant. He’s just as desperate as I am, which seems significant to the last remaining brain cell in my skull that’s not busy chanting his name. Someone moans, it’s probably me. But the humiliation that’s always within my reach can’t be found. Not when his lips are hot and demanding on my own. A switch has been flipped, and it leaves me feeling ravenous.

Chase’s hands explore my body with fervor, outlining the hollow of my collarbone and applying the slightest touch of pressure to the delicate lines of my neck. I realize in this moment it feels nothing like the harshness of my past. With Chase, it’s exhilarating and profoundly intimate. I don’t have to protect my most easily damaged parts because he won’t hurt me.

That is definitely something to dissect later. Now, all I can concern myself with is if I am able to wait long enough to get out of the car before I get my mouth on him. Chase breaks us apart before I can decide, panting with his pupils blown all to hell. I did that. Me. “Inside, now,” Chase orders. It goes straight to my dick, making me almost trip over myself attempting to obey.

I stumble inside, but don’t make it past the washing machine. He didn’t tell me where to go, and apparently, I like precise instructions. Who fucking knew? Chase crowds mefrom behind, his presence bringing goosebumps to my skin. His hands slide around my hips before he pulls me against him. I gasp but manage to keep the moan back. He’s so warm and solid against me. With his thick arms wrapped around me, I feel safe. Protected. Wanted.

Chase’s lips trail over my jaw and neck, sending shivers down my spine. But it’s not enough. I need more. Chase grunts as I spin in his arms, but doesn’t miss a beat. Just picks me up underneath my ass and hefts me up with no effort at all. Take that, Mr. You Need To Watch Your Figure. The door to his bedroom gets elbowed open before he drops me right in the middle of his bed. I fall into a fit of laughter.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Chaos,” Chase murmurs as he shakes his head with a smile. I like him like this, wanting but still so very happy. It’s contagious. He breaks through the darkest clouds that linger over me and gives me the warmth and sunshine I crave.

When he pulls his shirt over his head, my mouth dries out. He’s covered in tattoos from his collarbone to his hips; so many I can’t even hope to catalog them all. The butterfly above his heart stands out though. It’s a mismatch of bright colors, not within the lines hardly at all. Something in me cracks wide open at the sight, immediately knowing where it came from.

He must notice my staring because he rolls his eyes playfully. “You try explaining to Sage why she can’t color in a tattoo before I get it. She brought it up every single damn time I talked to her for months. That kid is something else.”

“I think that one is my favorite,” I add, making grabby hands at him so I can have my hands on him again.

Thankfully, he complies without argument, blanketing me in with his weight. Just what I wanted. “Mine too,” he says against my lips. After a few heated kisses, my hands roamover all his beautiful bare skin, and his hand skates under my T-shirt. “Let me see you.”

Normally, I might feel self-conscious, but with Chase hungrily drinking in the sight of me fully clothed, there isn’t much room for it in my brain. I know I’m not defined like him, but he isn’t bothered, so if I’m going to freak out about it, I’ll do it later. I shed the shirt in a hurry before nibbling on his jawline and making him groan. Now I just want to make good on my promise. His hips brush mine, sending a bolt of lighting through me when I feel his hard cock against mine. It’s tempting to get off like this, if only so I can keep kissing him, but I have to taste him, and if I have one skill in the bedroom that I feel confident in, it’s sucking dick. Part of me wants to show off, make him lose his mind and draw out some of that praise that lights me up.

All it takes is a slight push on his shoulder for him to roll so that I’m on top without ever having to abandon my exploration down his neck. He tastes so fucking good, like sugar and mint.

“Fuck, Easton,” he moans when I bite his bottom lip between my teeth. I’m goddamned starved for him, I can’t get enough. We’re both still in jeans and that is unacceptable, so with a huff, I start trying to undo the button. Chase laughs when my hand shakes too much. “Having trouble, beautiful?”

“Shut up,” I grumble, but the smile that’s tugging on the corners of my mouth gives me away.

“These fucking dimples.” It comes out somewhere in between a groan and a sigh, but then he undoes his jeans and shoves them down his tree trunk thighs. Getting a look at the fucking python tenting his black boxers, a nervous breath catches in my throat. Holy shit. Call it pre-game jitters or whatever, but goddamn. My skills are about to be put to the test. Here goes nothing.

Leaning back on my haunches, I get my first full look atChase Adler spread out before me, and what a picture he paints. My fingers twitch in solidarity. He’s fucking gorgeous, all that muscle and tanned skin covered in artwork of all kinds. A perfect V in his abdomen with a line of dark hair leading downwards. But what fucking kills me is the look on his face. Unreal eyes swallowed up by desire, lips dark red from the mauling of my own, the panting breaths making his chest rise and fall, hell, even the way his hair has been untidied from my inability to keep my hands out of it.

And he says I’m perfect? Wanting anyone else is suddenly a foreign concept. No one could hold a candle to Chase. He’s forever ingrained in my memory just like this.

“You still with me, Chaos?” he asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. After blinking the mist out of my eyes, I flash him a genuine smile.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He nods, and I find myself incredibly grateful that he checks in and listens to my answers. If I say I’m okay, he believes me.

I run my finger under the elastic of his underwear, noting the way his breath hitches in anticipation before hooking them and pulling them down. He rests his arms behind his head, content to let me have the reins, and while I can’t get enough of the way he can get me out of my head and take control, it’s my turn to do that for him. His briefs are bunched up on his thighs, revealing his thick cock, flushed red with a sliver of pre-come at the tip that I can’t help but to taste, and his heavy balls.

Chase sucks in a breath as I tongue his slit before pressing needy, open-mouthed kisses along his length. When I’ve got him writhing beneath me, I work my way back up and suck his tip in my mouth.

“That’s it,” he groans. “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth.”

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