Page 30 of Chase's Kind of Trouble
“I got the deed to your grandmother’s house. It’s yours now, but you’re not moving in there. You’re mine now. This is where you live.”
She laughs, the sound warm and teasing. “Bossy much.”
Sighing happily, I stretch out, tangling my legs with hers, reveling in the fact that my cum is pooled deep inside Celeste. I trail my fingers though the combined cum slicking her pussy.
She inhales sharply when I draw a heart on her stomach with the creamy remnants of what we’ve made together. “You better believe it.”
NINETEEN
Celeste
I must have slept like the dead, because I have no idea what time it is. I know where I am though. In the middle of Chase’s insanely luxurious bed.
Since I don’t teleport, he must have carried me here after I passed out in his arms, wearing a stupid grin on my face that I can still feel.
With a happy groan, I finger-comb my tangled hair. There are tender places all over my body. I’m also wearing his cum.
Our cum.
I want to keep his marks on me forever. So I take my time getting up and consider all that’s happened.
Chase was protecting me for months before I met him. That thought sets loose a heavy, safe feeling that melts through my bones.
He took care of Jeremy. He got the deed. He…god. The man has done so much for me.
I need to see him. To thank him, right now. Flipping back the blankets, I yawn loudly.
And make a startled sound when I discover there’s a horse looking in the window at me.
As you can imagine, I burst out laughing. “What kind of strange fairytale is this?”
The white and black beast bops it’s head up and down as if to say hello, and I slide out of bed. My feet touching on a plush wool rug the color of blue topaz.
Another luxurious detail. Another layer I love about Chase.
Padding to the window, I grin, my heart awash with giddiness. “Hello there, big guy.”
A husky voice rumbles behind me. “Hello there to you too.”
I whirl around. We lock gazes and a dangerous, hot current passes between us. All those tender points seem to thrum with electricity.
Is this how it will always be with the man?
I’m suddenly very thirsty. For his cock.
Chase takes two long strides toward me, circling my waist with his muscular, corded arm. The way he always does.
When his nose finds my ear, he drops a growly kiss there that gives me goosebumps. “Prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re not too bad there yourself, handsome. No fair wearing gray sweat pants,” I tease. “Those are like kryptonite for a woman’s control.”
“I’ll be sure to wear them more often.”
Maybe it is the lure the low-slung gray joggers, or the tight black T-shirt. Whatever. He could be wearing a prison jumpsuit and I’d probably have the same reaction.
It’s him. What’s underneath. What’s in his mind and his heart.
He chuckles, drawing me closer until my nipples are mashed against the hard planes of his chest. Nothing but his T-shirt—the one I’m somehow mysteriously wearing—covering me.
