Page 4 of Chase
Those honey eyes are big and bright, framed by made-up jet-black long eyelashes. Our eyes collide and I’m a fucking goner.I want them on me while I push into her. Take her. Claim her.It’s all I can think about.
Her long wavy hair cascades down her shoulders while her ends curl around her dark green sweater.I want to wrap it around my fist while I pound into her from behind.
Her delicate neck looks delicious. I want to bite and nip at her sensitive skin. I want to kiss the tip of her nose. Suck on that pouty bottom lip. Lick into her mouth. Drink her down until I’m drunk off her taste.
Her tits are round and perky and I’m jealous of the wool material that gets to hug them.I want them in my face, in my hands, and her sweet little nipples wet from my tongue.
Don’t get me started on the bottom half of her. She has legs for fucking days. Slender and toned.Perfect for wrapping around my torso. And her ass.God, her ass.There are no words that do it justice and the things I want to do to it are downright obscene.
She’s the most beautiful girl in the whole goddamn world. A wet dream come to life. The angel smacks the devil upside his head and I’m reminded that this is all this can be: Fantasy after fantasy of what I would do if I could. It can’t be real.
“You gonna sit your ass down, or are you gonna stare at Red all fucking night?” A, not so quietly asks when he comes up behind me. Subtle has never been in my brother’s wheelhouse. His attempt to be a dick and draw attention to my staring, is not enough to get me to tear my eyes away from her though. I don’t give a fuck.If he only knew how much staring I actually did last semester.
I don’t want another second to go by that doesn’t include me having my eyes roam over every inch of her. I was doing everything in my power to avoid situations that put me this close. Keeping her in my line of sight from a reasonable distance is one thing, having her within arms length is entirely different.
It’s too tempting to give in to my goddamn feelings and it’s a constant battle to keep myself in check. I can smell her sweet scent, I can see all the freckles on her exposed skin, and I can make out the pretty shades of red in her hair.
All of this further plays into the contradiction of my position with her. I want her, but need to do the right thing more. Some days I can’t figure out if I’m being a giant pussy or a loyal bastard. I swear those are the days when I have both the devil and angel fist-fighting. Either way, I’m stuck. Stuck between going after what I want and what I can’t have.
My brother huffs out an annoyed sigh when I still don’t answer him. He elbows past me to take a seat leaving two emptyspots. “You need to fucking get it together,” he whisper growls as he goes. And yes, if anyone can whisper and growl at the same time, it’s him.Prick.
“Are you going to join us, C?” my sister asks with a hopeful look on her face, ignoring our brother. I know she heard him even if he attempted to be quiet about it.
I shift my face forward when I feel Sloane looking at me. I collide with whiskey eyes that burn into me with the same searing sharpness I feel when I swallow down the brown liquor her honey eyes remind me of.
There’s an unmistakable question in her irises that I can’t ignore.Want me to stay, gorgeous girl?It’s like my heart is auditioning for a rock band with how loud it’s beating as I stare back at her. It’s drowning out every other noise in the busy caf as whole minutes tick by. I could look at her for hours.Fuck, she’s pretty.
“Not likely,” our brother mumbles, and I feel like karate-chopping him in the throat for opening his big mouth.
The second he spoke I lost her eyes.Fucker.I pull out the chair next to him and sit just to prove him wrong. The sound of dragging the metal chair across the floor has her eyes snapping back up to mine. I’m greedy and refuse to break eye contact with her while I sink into my chair. The view’s too fucking beautiful to look away.
I’m rewarded with the faintest smile and her eyelids flutter from across the table.Fuck me.It’s enough for the boiling blood in my body to travel south, breaking speed limits as I feel my dick chub up within the five seconds it's taken me to sit down.
Not only is she turning me the hell on by just existing but I also feel sweat break out over my forehead, on the backside of my neck, and down my spine. I feel twitchy. If she looks at me one more time I might do something stupid like reach across this table and make more than just those eyes flutter.“Do it,”I hearthe devil whisper in my ear and I might as well be hallucinating at this point since I’ve been holding my breath and not taking any oxygen while all available blood in my system is in my dick.
“There isn’t a knife sharp enough in this cafeteria that could cut through the sexual tension happening between you two. I don’t know how the hell you stay away from her, Chase. Especially with those, “fuck me eyes.” Monroe says from the other side of me, complete with a whistle to drive home his point. I hadn’t even realized he sat down.
She looks caught off guard and turns away from me, redirecting her attention from me to Monroe.
When his words finally register, I glare at him while clenching my hands on either side of my tray. His stupid comment sends her pretty eyes wide.Did he really just say that?
Sitting with her here was a giant fucking mistake. I never want to embarrass her again. I did that at a tourney game and I felt like a gigantic asshole for not acknowledging her when she waved at me. My fucking gloves felt like they were full of rocks and superglued to my sides. She looked embarrassed as hell then and has the same uncomfortable look on her face now. Although now, that quickly disappears and she looks fierce as hell as her eyebrows push together and those lips thin into a straight line across her stern-looking face.
"Did ya forget your manners over break, Monroe Esposito? Or did ya mama not teach ya any?" She scolds him with her southern accent hanging heavy on every word. I have to hold back a smile that threatens to break out over my face. She’s got this, she doesn’t need anyone fighting her battles, but hell do I want to.
He laughs it off and stuffs his mouth with pasta. He doesn’t take anything seriously and more than likely just assumes he’s saying what everyone is thinking.
“Just stating the obvious, sweetheart,” he says, raising his hands in a mock surrender. “Count me in to watch when he finally gives in to those eyes of yours,” he says to her while chin pointing to me. He’s got a smug smile on his face and won’t stop wiggling his eyebrows. It’s fucking obnoxious.
I swear, I’m about to blow when Jake smacks him on the back of his head before stating, “You’re being an ass. Cut the shit.”
I continue to grip the edges of the tray so hard that the ceramic plate rattles on the crappy piece of plastic. I don’t like him talking about her like that or envisioning her in a sexual way. I don’t want anyone to think of her like that. The more I think about it, the fucking angrier I get. I feel like knocking him out, which is the exact opposite of how I usually treat my boys. I’m that fucking pissed.
“Fucking drop it. And apologize for being such a dumbass,” I raise my voice and spit my words at him through gritted teeth.
“The only dumbass around here is going to be you when someone else steals your girl right from under you,” he says with a look on his face that has me jumping out of my seat at the fucking thought of her being with anyone else. I’m pissed off at myself for giving in and staying, and with Monroe for being such a shithead. He’s way outta line.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jake snaps and Monroe remains unphased per fucking usual.
