Whatever came first….
He leaned forward and took my hand, stroking it with his thumb and opening the floodgates. “Only if you want my mouth on your pussy.”
“Let’s go.”
The ride home couldn’t come fast enough. Chase kept me on edge and tormented. A light brush on the thigh here. A suggestive promise of what’s to come there. Smoldering green and gold eyes everywhere.
I should’ve been concerned about him keeping focus on the road, but I was too damned horny to care. ‘Celibate for ten years, living in an orgy house’ horny. I needed it, and I needed it now.
We were a house away from mine when I noticed the car. An unfamiliar red Saab was parked there, and my first thought was,Whomever the hell it is better leave before I boot their ass down the steps.Unless it was a Girl Scout. Oh, please, don’t be a Girl Scout. I’d never be able to turn one of those away. Was it cookie season?
“Who’s that?” he asked as we pulled into the driveway.
“I have no idea.” There was no one standing at the front door, and that made me nervous.
Chase parked next to the Saab. It was empty. “Stay here, Jillian.” He held out his hand. “Give me your keys.”
“Chase, it’s my house. I’m coming with you.”
“No, you’re not.”
I sighed. “Fine.” I pulled my house keys out of my purse and handed them to him.
“Lock the doors and stay here until I come back.”
I locked the doors but cracked the window so I could hear something. The thought of someone either wandering outside or inside my house freaked me out big time, but I didn’t want anything to happen to Chase over it. If anything, we should be calling the cops to check it out.
I watched him go up and around the back, not liking it one bit when I lost sight of him. I bounced my legs and tapped my fingertips together. I could not handle this waiting. If Chase was not back in—
I heard a shout and then another, and the next thing I knew I was darting to the house, phone in hand, ready to dial the authorities.
The living room light flicked on right as I came up to the door, allowing me to see inside. What the motherfucking fuck? I banged on the front door since Chase had my keys and I couldn’t get in. I could have just gone around to the back, but I wasn’t thinking clearly because I was so frickin’ livid.
Chase opened the door, not looking much happier than me. “Jillian, I told you to wait, dammit.”
“I thought you were in trouble,” I said, pushing past and zeroing in on my target. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You know him?” Chase pointed to the man stretched out on my couch, shoes off, hands interlocked behind his head, acting as if he owned the joint.
“Chase, this is my ex-husband, Mike.” I clenched my fists. “Mike, why are you sitting in my house in the dark? Are you trying to give me a damned heart attack?” My chest suddenly did go into overdrive as a thought flitted into my mind. “Oh, my God. Is everything okay with Daniel?”
“He’s fine.” He waved his hand. “And it wasn’t dark when I got here. I must have fallen asleep waiting for you.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Just a few while I was waiting for you. And who’s this kid?” His slurring indicated that it was more like a few of a few.
Argh. My lust was so far gone it was like it’d never existed. Mike was the ultimate anti-aphrodisiac. I was so pissed off. I couldn’t in good conscious kick him out to endanger others, and I couldn’t let Chase stay in the same house as him. I wanted to pull my hair out.
This is not happening right now.
“He’s a friend of mine,” I told Mike. I grabbed Chase’s arm and whispered, “Can we please talk outside?” I saw his jaw tick as he glared at Mike, but he looked at me and nodded. “I’m sorry, Chase.”
We went down to the driveway for some privacy. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, but I wanted to apologize again, even though I had nothing to do with Mike barging in.
“Does your ex come over like this a lot?”
“No. In fact, after the divorce, I barely saw him at all. It’s just been recently… He’s been picking up some of his things that were stored here. I have no idea what he’s doing here tonight.”