Page 144 of Saving the Halfback

“But you have chosen. You’ve chosen them on many different occasions.”

I tried to think about what he was saying, but my mind was elsewhere. Tracking his hands as they traveled along my hands, running up my arms. I hummed in contentment as he moved them to my shoulders and down my back before cupping my ass. My breath hitched, and my heart seized with anticipation.

I turned around and stepped down so I could see him. His eyes were a storm of emotions, but I could feel tension leave me at his gaze, the heat igniting a different side of me I was only beginning to discover.

“I won’t choose. I want you four in my life. With you all, I’ve found parts of me I thought I lost. If we are to be friends, then we are friends. If we are more, then I want that. But I won’t choose, Chase. Not between you four. Never between you four.”

His eyes narrowed, as if he didn’t quite believe me, before his fingers rested on the button of my jeans, his intentions clear. Wewere behind the barn, shielded from the house. Still, if someone were to approach, we wouldn’t be able to hear them. “You want the four of us?” he asked.

It wasn’t that I wanted four sexy, panty-melting, football players as boyfriends, because I did. But even if they chose not to pursue this, I wanted them in my life. Needed it, for however long was left. I found myself nodding, my heart rate increasing, my muscles clenching down low in anticipation, hoping I didn’t make a fool of myself.

Chase smiled and shook his head. “Sorry, Bails, verbal consent only. Group rules until we have a better feel for your boundaries.” Even now, he didn’t trust that I trusted him.

“Please.” My thighs squeezed together. Lachlan would’ve made me say exactly what I was consenting to, but Chase didn’t hesitate to pop the button on my jeans, pulling the zipper and lowering them enough to slip his fingers under, cupping me over my panties.

Chase’s eyes changed, his grin turning predatory as he leaned forward, gripping the fence behind me with his other hand. “I can feel how wet you are already.” His fingers drew lazy circles on the dampening fabric.

My hips began moving on their own, trying to follow his fingers, searching for more pressure.

“Do you want me, Bailey?” His face hovered inches from mine, his breath blowing across my lips, causing my heart to skip erratically. His expression was passive as he watched me, controlled me.

I nodded.

“Tell me you want me.” His fingers slowed their pursuit, and I let out a groan of disappointment.

“I want you, Chase.” I tried to grind down on his hand, but the pressure was just out of my reach. I didn’t just want Chase—I needed him. Now.

Chase grinned at my attempts to find more friction. He removed his hand, taking the waist of my pants and slipping them down until I kicked them off. He pressed back up against me, his warmth keeping the cold away.

The moment his fingers touched my slick slit, we both let out a moan. Chase’s head fell to my shoulder as he slipped inside of me. “Tell me you want me,” he said again.

I was sure I would go crazy if he didn't give it to me. “Please,” I panted. “Chase, I want you.”

He raised his head, his grey eyes staring deep into mine as he picked up a rhythm. I moaned as he rewarded me, hooking his finger to hit a spot that had me breathing hard and heavy. I reached up and grabbed the fence behind me as my legs became weak.

“Do you want me, though?” His voice was steady, guarded. My eyes flashed to his, and I realizedhewas guarded. Even with me begging him, wanting, needing him, he distanced himself. My eyes fluttered as I felt the orgasm building within me.

Chase cupped my chin, his hand resting on my neck, but no pressure was applied. Instead of experiencing fear, I ended up squeezing my thighs around his hand, loving the feeling. “Look at me.” I raised my eyes to his and met him with all the fire and passion I felt for him. “Your first kiss was stolen from me,” he growled, his fingers pumping me mercilessly. “Nolan had your first date. Lachlan tasted you first.” A mewling sound escaped my throat, the orgasm coming close, but I fought it, trying to hold off. “Ethan was inside you before me. What could you possibly want from me? You won’t choose, what do I possibly have for you?”

I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold it any longer. His skilled fingers were relentless, a sweat breaking out over my body as heat spread through me, my once slick slit now soaked because of him. “I loved you first!” I cried.

Chase’s fingers stilled, and I could feel myself pulsing against them as I teetered on the edge of an orgasm. It was nearly painful. “What?” he whispered, taken aback. Whatever he had wanted me to say, he hadn’t expected this. Neither had I, but I felt it. I had always felt it.

“I loved you first, Chase. You were my first crush, the first to feature in my dreams, the first to make me fall. I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I made you feel unwanted. It’s because I wanted you so badly that I was forced from you. Why do you think I still wear your hat? It was my one connection to you, and I couldn’t part with it. I love you, Chase.”

I watched his walls crumble between us. Two tears slipped from his eyes, his gaze seeing the truth within me. Tears from Chase were rare. They were to be cherished. I reached up and swiped my thumb across them before bringing them to my lips. My tongue darted out, licking up the salty liquid that represented his most guarded of emotions.

The fire within his eyes burned brighter than ever before as a grin spread across his face. “I’m going to fuck you, Bailey.” Chase reached for his pants, popping the button and tugging the zipper down. He pulled his stiff cock from his boxers, running his hand up and down slowly while he stepped up to me. Then he grabbed hold of my thighs and lifted me. I held on to his shoulders for support, hooking my legs around his waist, but he pushed me back until I held on to the fence behind me. “I’m going to fuck you hard until you scream what you’ve just told me. If it’s too much, you say so, and I’ll stop.” He gripped his cock between us with his hand, rubbing the head along my center, and once again, I found myself moving to follow. “You know I’ll stop?”

“Yes.” I panted, trying to drop my hips, but he grinned, holding tight under my ass with one hand.

“Why will I stop?” he asked, drawing out the teasing even more.

“Because…” I bit my lip, moaning when he flicked himself against my clit. “Because I’m safe with you.”

With that, he thrust into me at the same time his fingers dug into my hips and pulled me down. I cried out at the sudden assault, at the sensation of him filling me. Chase didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. He fucked me into the fence with so much fire and passion that I forgot there’d been a time when he was distant and cold. He filled me to the brim with so much more than I could hold, until my orgasm hit and I was screaming those three words with his name.

My arms became weak and slipped from the fence, but I didn’t fall to the ground. Chase caught me and held me, kissing away the tears that slid down my cheeks. Once I had feeling back in my limbs, I shakily held myself up.

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