Page 18 of Chase
I don’t have to wait long before my ears pick up one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. She’s laughing. I wish I could be the one to make her laugh like that. To make her smile.To make her come.I hear her before I see her and when I do, fuck, am I not prepared for the second time today.
“What the hell, man?” I rub my head where my brother’s mammoth hand smacks me on the back of my head. I swear he knocked my brain into my skull. He transitions from being a good big brother to an annoying asshole in seconds. It’s like his superpower or something.
“You're literally staring into the room with your tongue hanging out of your head. You look fucked up. I’ll ask you the same question; what the hell, man?”
Doesn’t he see her? I don’t see anything else. She’s ten feet away swaying to the music. She’s a goddamn goddess. An oasis in the desert. I swear there’s no one else in this crowded room. Just her.
Long red hair that curls at the tips, pretty locks laying over dark green lace covering her feminine shoulders that lead my eyes down her exposed spine. There is a deep V opening down her back with only the tops of her shoulders, bottom half of her long torso, and her arms covered in a see-through lace. The stark contrast of her snow-white skin, red hair, and delicate material has my eyes glued to her.
She must feel my stare and when she turns her body around, I feel fucking dizzy. Lust courses through me at an alarming rate. I see teasing swells of perfect tits showing their impressive cleavage exposed by another fucking V slit down her front.
Her signature silver necklace with the feather pendant hangs from her kissable neck. The dark green lace is molded to her body, and I want to rip it off her and cover her up at the sametime. Her lips are painted a deep red. I want to kiss them, claim them. Smear her lipstick. Fuck it all up with my kiss. Her eyes are sultry with a seductive smoke on her lids.Fuck. Me.
She stares right back at me like she’s challenging me. I don’t move a muscle under her gaze. She crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up even higher.
My eyebrows hit the brim of my hat as she shifts her weight from one hip to the other. My mind jumps to images of licking, fucking, and coming all over them. Now is not the time to pop a boner while sitting next to my stupid brother.
She’s standing with a group of girls and breaks her attention from me to turn towards her friend who urges her to start dancing again. She has on those ass-hugging mom jeans that all the girls now wear. I can’t turn away when she starts swaying those sexy as fuck hips and shaking that round ass of hers.
I am in a trance. I have no idea what else is happening in the room or on the planet. She’s stunning. She’s the most beautiful girl in the world. Aliens could be landing on the damn roof and it wouldn’t fucking matter.
My eyes narrow when some asshole approaches her from behind. He’s got a look on his face that I don’t fucking like. He looks smug as shit, like he’s already figured out all the ways to get her into his bed tonight. I feel my blood boil as jealousy bubbles up in my gut. My teeth are in danger of shattering as I clench my jaw tight when he gets too close to her.
My hands ball into fists when he grabs her hips and starts to dance with her. I stand when he runs his grimy ass hands up her hourglass-indented waist, I see fucking red when his hands move over her flat stomach and he pulls her back into him. I hate how his fingers are splayed over her body in a possessive way. I don’t fucking like that one bit.
She’s not mine but she’s sure as fuck not his. My devil rolls his neck to get loose for what’s about to go down andeven the angel rolls up her sleeves and flexes her hands. My pulse is drumming loudly in my ears and giving the Havenwood marching band a run for its money with how loud it is.
There’s no stopping me with what happens next. All my teammates would have to hold me back and even then I’d do everything I could to fight my way through to get this fucker away from her.
My whole body reacts when I see her try to put space between them and this asshole tightens his hold on her body. He’s trapping her against him and I let out a strangled noise, warning him and every motherfucker in here to stay the fuck away from Sloane Higgins.
I’m on him in three seconds. He’s bigger than me but I don’t give a shit. I’d fight a fucking gorilla for her. I pull him away and he finally lets go of her delicate frame. I punch this dickhead square in his jaw and send him into a group of guys. Not so smug now, are you asshole?Don’t fucking touch her.
I lightly grip her arm and put her behind me. I don’t want this motherfucker to ever look at her again. I’m not fucking done when he gets himself straight with his boys behind him. I get right up in his face. I don’t give a shit if he’s got an army with him, all I want to do is make his brain explode for thinking he could take her home.
What I wouldn’t do to be on the ice with this punk. I’d smash his skull against the boards and then use the blade of my skate to cut his eyes out for looking at her. I knew what he was after the second he came up to dance with her. He was looking at her like she was a goddamn trophy. Like he just won a fucking prize.
“You fucking touch her or go near her again and I’ll fucking end you,” I spit out while pointing in his direction. He looks like some douchey frat guy. He smirks and his eyes shoot over my shoulder before he winks.
He. Fucking. Winks. At. Her.He’s a dead man.
“This your girl? She’s got a great pair of tits.” Him and his friends laugh and I lunge. I slam into him with the same intensity I’d use if we were down to the last seconds of a tied game and he was about to take a shot on goal.
I ram my shoulder into his stomach and send him into his friends who struggle to keep him from falling onto the floor. They hold him up by his beefy arms while he gets his bearings and catches his breath. I don’t care if it’s a cheap fucking shot, I’m taking it, and don’t hesitate to punch him right in that fucking winking eye.
I need to make sure she’s okay, that this asshole didn’t do anything else that I couldn’t see like rub his pencil dick all over her ass.
When I turn around, I see my boys and Davis standing behind me. Davis has her behind him and lifts his chin to me. I could give a shit if he’s trying to play nice right now, I need to see her and he’s in my way.
“Sloane,” I say her name to draw her out from behind him. I’m so fucking pissed and full of goddamn jealousy that this asshole was dancing with her that I surprise myself when my voice comes out gentle. Firm, but gentle all the same. She steps to the side and away from her brother. I scan her over, looking for any marks he may have left on her.
“You okay? He do anything else?” My whole body vibrates and it’s not from the adrenaline of getting a couple of hits in. It’s from being this close to her. She always sends surges of energy through my body. She’s electric. I’m also swaying on my feet from the alcohol burning through my veins.
Before she can answer me, this dickhead pulls me back by my arm, turns me around into his space and we’re face-to-face. The cheap tequila and cheaper beer feed the rage I feel gurgling in my gut.His hands were on her. He fucking touched her.
I come across as a sweet, nice, humble guy. And I am.Well I was.I don’t pick fights, I don't get drunk off my ass during the season, and I don’t cause trouble.Usually.Everyone assumes that I’m level-headed, smart, and cool as a fucking cucumber. They assume wrong as I take another swing that connects with this asshole’s face. I turn to face her, my eyes lock on hers and the seconds that I’m distracted is all it takes.
“Chase!” I hear her voice crack on my name under her sharp intake of breath that she inhales.
