Page 28 of Ride 'Em Hard
And I know Chase is brave and can kick major ass, but heisonly human and, as it turns out, was outnumbered. When I finally heard him call my name, pure happiness rained down on me. It was like waking up on the verge of screaming in a nightmare and then realizing you’re actually home, safe in your room under the covers.
On the drive back to the house, Chase explained what happened with Cletus and Buck, and somewhere along the way, he lightened the mood. We imagined those guys walking home in their skid-marked underwear, and while laughing our heads off, we decided to call them “Cletus and Butthead.”
I changed back into Chase’s robe as soon as I helped him put the groceries away. Now that I’m back in dreamland, I never want to leave. I’ll just stay at Chase’s kitchen table and watch this sex god cook for me for the rest of my life, thank you very much.
He pats a hamburger patty, sets it on the grill and turns to me. “Is medium good?” Chase’s devastating eyes nail me from the stove.
“Better than good.” I can’t stop grinning. Another day here, two or three more fucks, and I’ll probably turn into a babbling idiot.
“You know, those hamburgers might take a while. I have them on low, very low,” he says, approaching me like a sexy tiger, stalking me like prey. “Here’s your phone in case you want to make that call.”
My mood deflates he passes it to me. “Thanks.” I fake a smile. Damn, that fucking phone. When I thought he was maniac, I made such a big deal out of Chase taking it away from me because I thought I needed to call a taxi, or Uber, or whatever’s available out here.
But I don’t want the reminder of my real world. There aren’t any messages waiting for me. No one gives a shit where I am, and it’s pathetic. I don’t want Chase to know I have no life to get back to except my job. Chase’s eyes burn a hole in my forehead, and I feel forced to turn it on.
“Good.” Chase nonchalantly saunters to the fridge. “Want anything to drink?”
“I’m okay with my water, thanks.” The phone powers up, so I thumb over nonexistent texts and voice mail.
Chase struts back to the table, cracks open a beer and sits beside me. “If you need privacy, I can leave.” His gaze flicks from my eyes to the phone.
“Nope. It’s all good.” I hit the power button and watch as the phone blinks off. I’m thankful he doesn’t ask me any questions because I wouldn’t lie to him.
Chase scoots his chair closer and then moves mine, shifting it so we’re face to face, with his knee resting against mine. “So I guess there’s no need for you to rush home after dinner then...”
I throw him a blasé glance. “Nope, I guess not.”
There’s nothing nonchalant about the intense, probing stare he’s giving me. “So, I shouldn’t hurry out the door and drive you back into town?”
“No need to dash out on my account,” I shake my head, trying to be as convincing as possible.
“And I guess there’s no way in hell you’re going to admit that you like being here with me, is there?”
I take another sip. Fuck, he nailed me. I feel blood rushing to my cheeks. I’m breaking out in a raging blush. Why is it so hard for me to tell him how I feel? “You have hordes of women swooning for you on an hourly basis.” I remind myself as much as I do him. “Millionslike you, Chase. And millions more are in love with you.”
He gives me a piercing look. “Nice change of subject, honeypot, but we weren’t talking about everybody else, now were we?” Chase reaches over, and I hold my breath as he goes for the front of my robe. I look down, watching as he opens it a few inches and tucks his big, rough hand underneath. “We were talking aboutyou.” He traces a circle around my nipple with the lightest touch, making my pulse skip. “I guess I’ll just have to ask your pussy then. Maybeshe’lladmit she likes me.”
“Maybe,” I whisper.
Chase leans in, brushing his warm cheek against mine. He’s breathing so close to my ear it sets off sparks down my neck. His fingers slowly trace down from my hard nipple. Down they slide, over my tummy, and down.
“She loves me...” Chase whispers huskily, stroking down to my pussy. “She loves me not.” He dips a finger inside me.
I shudder, moaning, not meaning to, but the sensation is too incredible to stop. “Oh... God.” Chase has me under his spell as he dips another finger inside and strokes the spot that drives me wild.
“Oh, I think your pussy more than likes me,” he purrs, keeping two fingers inside me and rolling my clit with his thumb. “I think it’s love.”
“I think she might love you too,” I whisper against his mouth, and one small kiss leads to another, and another.
“Let’s see how much.” Chase groans, breaking from the kiss. “I know my cock’s in pretty deep with her.” He flashes a sly grin as he gets up from his chair. Will I ever get used to how gorgeous he is? His green eyes are an emerald jewel color in this light, and they’re throwing hot sparks that burn into mine. Chase steps back, rubbing his chin and grinning as if he has a million thoughts running through his brain and loves every one of them.
“Stay just like that, but spread your legs nice and wide for me, baby.” He licks his lips, zeroing in on my crotch, and grabs the bottom of his shirt and whips it off.
I do as he says and part my legs. I’m fucking helpless around him. Yeah, he was naked in the living room when we had sex the first time, but I was so freaked out I don’t know if I saw enough. Can I ever get enough of him?
Holy heaven, his massive biceps are made for doing push-ups over me. And his tattoos are in all the right places, running up his tan broad shoulders and tracing the indentations and planes of his beautiful million-dollar movie-star body.
My brain still isn’t used to this having-sex thing. I’ve only had sex with a boyfriend who didn’t know what he was doing, and he sure as hell never went down on me or talked the way Chase does. I’m so turned on just watching Chase and waiting for what he’ll do next.
