Page 70 of Mayhem

Chase steps forward and grabs my hand. Wordlessly, he pulls me behind him as we weave through the crowd of people. People yell his name, but he doesn’t stop for anybody.

“Have a good night, boss,” a guy at the door tells him as we step outside.

“You too,” he tells him.

Once outside, I try to pull my hand away from his, but he just holds my hand tighter. Chase walks me to the passenger side of his SUV and opens the door.

“Thank you,” I whisper as I brush by him.

“My pleasure,” he rasps before shutting the door.

I watch as he walks around the front of the SUV and jumps in. He starts the car as I rest my head on the headrest, closing my eyes. I feel us move and I can’t help but rub my thighs together, thinking about how hot he looked circling the giant. I gasp as Chase’s hand lands on my thigh, squeezing it.

“Chase,” I half warn, half beg.

He rubs his thumb along the seam of my jeans.

Back and forth. Back and forth the entire ride home.

As soon as we get in the house, I jump out before he can even put the car in park. I lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying to calm down.

“You okay over there?” he asks, standing in front of the SUV.

Walking toward him, I grab Chase’s hand, pulling him into the house and down the hall to the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Cleaning you up. You’re still bleeding.”

He shakes his head. “I’m fine.”

“I’m sure you are, but it will make me feel better.” I jerk the medical kit from under the sink.

“Oh, so it’s for selfish reasons,” he says lightly.

“Absolutely. Now come on.”

Once in the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and wet it. I try to reach up to his face to clean it, but he isn’t helping. He refuses to lean down.

“A little help here?” I bite out.

He doesn’t hesitate. Instead of leaning down like I expected, he grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me to sit on the edge of the sink. Once settled, he spreads my thighs, stepping between them.

This puts us face to face, my legs wrapped around his waist.

My breathing comes faster as I realize how close we are.

“Thank you,” I say after clearing my throat.

“You’re welcome.”

He stays quiet as my hands move the washcloth along his face. My fingers prod when I get to the patch of red. Chase stays stoic throughout, letting me wipe away the blood and dirt.

I glance over to his eyes as I lean in to clean his cheek and find him staring back at me.

I’m captivated by him. That’s the only way to describe it. The feelings I have right now are unlike any other I have ever felt. My body is humming with energy. His grip on my hips grows possessive.

My breath catches when his hand reaches up to my cheek. He rubs his thumb along my cheekbone tenderly.

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