Page 30 of A Touch of Heaven

She doesn’t get the message, though, and instead grins at me, slipping her hands into the loops of my jeans. “Oh, I was good at so much more than that, and you know it, Chase. Maybe you got distracted for a while, but you know you want me, crave me, to touch you the way I used to.”

Nothing could be further from the truth, but she might come in handy and help me forget everything. I know I’m a prick for even thinking of it, but I wonder if I can fuck Brooke out of my system. She’s in every fiber of my being, but right now, I need to numb this pain. Whenever I fucked Chloe before, it did that, however brief and fleeting it was.

“Come on, Chase, at least dance with me. You owe me for the way you finished things between us.” She pouts at me again, pulling me closer to her, sensing a weakness in me.

“Fine, one dance Chloe.”

She smirks up at me like the cat that just got her cream and loops her hand in mine, pulling me to the dance floor. She starts grinding up on me, pulling my arms around her waist, and I let go of all the shit for a second and dance with her. Her ass is grinding against my cock as she moves her hips. I think of what it would be like to have Brooke do this to me. I let myself imagine it’s me and Brooke right now, and I pull her closer to me, pressing my length into her tight ass. I hear Chloe moan and realize I’ve got hard thinking of Brooke. Great. Just what I wanted. Now, she definitely thinks she has a chance.

She threads her fingers through mine and dips against me. The mood I’m in, I need to either hit something or fuck it out of my system and so I decide she can help me after all. I pull her up to me, whispering in her ear deeply.

“Chloe, if you keep dancing on me like this, I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have before. The mood I’m in right now, I don’t think you could handle it, but you need to know I’m not thinking of you when I do it. I’m thinking of someone else. So, if this happens, you’re just going to shut the fuck up and take it and let me pretend. Hell, I’m putting a fucking gag in your mouth, so I can’t hear your annoying screeches when you take my cock. It’s your choice.”

She turns in my arms and smirks.

“You mean your precious little princess? The girl who could do no wrong in your eyes. Yeah, I’m not stupid, Chase. I could see the way you looked at her, but it looks like your precious little virgin doesn’t feel the same about you.” She turns her head, and I follow her gaze.

The wind leaves me, and I nearly collapse to my knees. Brooke…kissing Nate. I wish I could drag my eyes away from them, but it’s like they’re glued open. I watch her hands knotting into his hair and his hand sliding down her back, settling just above that peachy ass of hers that I dream of biting and marking as mine.

“Make a choice, Chloe,” I growl, not even looking at her.

“I’ll get my coat,” she says, smiling at me like she’s won before she walks off as I watch their kiss continue.

It should be me there. My arms around her, holding her close, but I know it never will be because I can’t be the man she needs or deserves. I watch Nate walk away, and Brooke stands there in a daze.

My feet move before I even acknowledge what I’m doing. She turns around and gasps as she walks straight into me. I see her swollen pink lips from kissing my brother. They shatter my heart even worse than before. For years, I tried to doubt that anything could ever happen between them. Yet here I stand, looking at my freshly kissed princess, all flushed and flustered. But it’s not from me, and truthfully, that breaks me more than anything I’ve ever been through.

For a second, she looks like she wants to say something but doesn’t, so instead, I pull her close.

“He will make you happier than I ever could, Brooke. I’m so sorry I can’t give you everything you could ever want.” I press my lips to her forehead and feel her sag against me a little. I hold her there for a few seconds until I can’t bear it any longer, leaving her alone for the second time today.

I walk out of the club, and Chloe is standing outside waiting for me. “I called a taxi. My place or yours?” I look at her for a second, inspecting her. She couldn’t be further from Brooke, and maybe that’s what I need right now. Someone who won’t remind me of her.

“Mine. We’ll be alone for a while as everyone’s here, and I don’t need your friends blabbing about us. This is one time, Chloe, that’s it, and then you’re gone. The only reason this is happening is because you’re here and willing, not because I want you.”

“If you say so, baby.” She runs her hand across the front of my shorts, grazing her hand over my hard, thick length, and once again, I think of Brooke. She’s smirking up at me. She thinks she has control here. She forgets she never did, and I’m going to make sure tonight she remembers.

CHAPTERFOURTEEN

BROOKE

Tonight did not go as I expected. I thought I was going to go out and have a few drinks and forget about the craziness with Chase and Nate.

Yet somehow, I ended up kissing my best friend.

Nate confessed his feelings toward me.

Chase is giving me emotional whiplash yet again.

He looked so sad and broken. I wanted to try and sort through my emotions, but instead, I’m drunk and more confused than ever.

Chase left me broken on that beach. He took my heart and squeezed it until there was nothing left but broken shards of it bleeding out on the sand. Nate rescued me, as always. I called Chase prince charming after our first encounter, but maybe that’s really Nate. I think back on the years we have known each other. Truthfully, he’s always been the one by my side, the real prince charming who’s always been there when I need him.

But do I like him that way?

I mean, he’s attractive, and that’s putting it mildly. The kiss was incredible, but were there fireworks? I don’t know. It all happened so quickly. I’m trying to sort my feelings out for him, but it’s all happening so fast that I don’t know what to do.

We’re all back at the house now. As soon as we got back to the house, everyone went to their rooms to crash, but I can’t sleep. There’s too much running through my brain. I’m lying on my bed and can’t focus on anything other than this evening’s events. My mind is racing, and I need to get out of bed and take a walk or something.

---