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Bree sighs and puts her hand to her forehead.

Chase whispers close to my ear, “Time’s wasting.”

“Time to go!” I tell my friends immediately and he laughs.

I hug each one and thank Tom for his generosity, telling him we had a great time. Chase shakes hands with each male and accepts a hug from every one of my girlfriends. His face is impassive as he accepts each hug but doesn’t exactly return it, mostly doing the perfunctory tap on their backs. Interesting.

The group makes its way to the entrance. I happily swing Chase’s hand. “This has been the best weekend ever,” I tell him.

“Ever?” His face twists into one of surprise.

I think about it a couple minutes. “Yeah, ever. I’ve never been quite this happy,” I confide.

“Oh Baby, I’m about to make you a whole lot happier,” he growls and paws at my curves sending ribbons of lust to swell and ache between my thighs.

The limo pulls up and my friends gawk and stare as Chase ushers me in. “You suck!” Maria bellows as she sees the plush ride. They’re going to be stuck in parking hell trying to weave their way out of this mess. This particular stadium is known for the hellacious exiting process.

“You’re just jealous!
Besos!
” I yell through the window and wave. I hear a round of “
Besos
” from each of my soul sisters. I love my friends. I love my life.
And in thirty minutes I’ll be making love to an incredibly hot, sexy Superman. I’m starting to believe fairytales do exist.

“Why do you say “kisses” to your girlfriends?” Chase asks as he kisses each one of my knuckles, ramping up my desire for him.

“We always have. Ria started it years ago. It’s our way to say that we love one another without being commercial. If you spell it out B-E-S-O-S, to us, stands for Bound Eternally Sisters of Souls.” Chase pulls on my ponytail holder, and my hair falls around my shoulders. His hand massages the nape of my neck scratching his fingers up along my scalp. I lean back and moan, never wanting it to stop.

“What about the tattoo?” Chase asks while kissing along my neck. On my left wrist is a vibrant Celtic trinity symbol. It’s the only tattoo I have and the only one I could ever imagine having. When you’ve had a past like mine, marking one’s body in any way permanently has to mean something. For the three women I adore more than life itself, it means so much.

“The Celtic trinity,” I trace a finger along the blue and black design. It’s about the size of a quarter. It’s a rich indigo blue with deep sweeping black outlines around the three petal like shapes. They all come together and are surrounded by the circle of protection. “It means a lot of things to people. Body, mind, soul, father, son, holy spirit…”

“And what does it mean to you and your friends? I noticed all four of you have the design, at least I suspect as much. I saw it on Maria’s shoulder blade the other day and on Bree’s foot today.”

“Kat’s is on her hip, and, no, you’re never seeing that one!” I warn and narrow my eyes in mock anger.

“Don’t care to. I mean, you’re friends are all stunning beauties, but I prefer a hot, curvy redhead any day of the week.” He bites down on the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. I gasp and lean my neck over to the side. “So what does the tattoo mean to you?”

“Oh, um…”

Chase continues kissing and licking the side of my neck distracting me.

“Body, mind, and soul is important to all four of us but for me personally, it represents the past, the present and the future. They will always be a part of my past, my present, and my future.”

Chase hums along my neck and twirls my hair. “You have gorgeous red hair, Gillian,” he whispers against my ear.

She’s a redhead.
The phrase jars my memory. “Speaking of my hair. Why does your family seem taken by my hair color? Carson said something about it. Cooper did, too, at dinner last night?”

Chase tenses and halts his kisses. “It’s nothing.” He kisses me again.

Oh it’s definitely something. A something he doesn’t want to talk about. I want to press for information but his tongue is running down my neck. His hand comes to my breast and squeezes it through the thin fabric. I groan and cup his cheek to bring his lips to mine. I pull myself onto his lap and grind into his erection as we kiss languidly, losing ourselves in our passion for one another.

Chase’s hands slide under my top to cup each breast. I tilt my head and delve deep into his mouth staking my own claim on him. His fingers find their way under the cups of my bra to pluck and pull at each throbbing peak. I slide my tongue along his jaw and nibble and bite my way over his five o’clock shadow. I lick the scruffy surface until I make my way up to his earlobe and swirl around the taut skin, nibbling lightly. He lifts his hips against mine and I take advantage, grinding into his erection harder.

“God, I want you,” he says through gritted teeth, nostrils flaring. If I didn’t know he was insane with lust, I’d think he was angry, ready to go into battle.

“Then take me,” I challenge. As the words leave my mouth, the limo stops. We’ve arrived at my building. I refrain from doing a fist pump into the air.

Chase doesn’t wait for Jack to open the door. He’s out of the car, pulling me behind him towards my apartment. “Jack, bring her clothing to her apartment. Come back in an hour and a half.” Chase practically pushes me through the doors of my building.

“That will be cutting it close, Sir.” Jack warns.

“We’ll make it. An hour and a half.”

“Chase, if you have to go, we can wait--”

“Not an option. “ He cuts me off and forges ahead. “I’m going to be gone two days. I’m taking you to bed.” He is a man on a mission and I love it. A giddiness fills my chest as I skip alongside him.

“Yes, Sir!” I salute and he rolls his eyes.

“Just open the damn door, Gillian or I’ll fuck you in the hallway.”

I’m trying to pull my keys out of my purse but his hands all over me make me clumsy. He cups my breasts and bites my neck as I lose connection with the lock.

“You’re taking too long,” he warns, pressing his dick against the seam of my ass through my jeans. He digs his erection against me wickedly setting off a fire bomb of heat.

“Shit!” I drop the keys without unlocking the door.

He grabs them, pulls me against the door and kisses me ravenously. He presses me into the doorframe while his left hand fiddles with the door. He pushes against me and the door opens. We tumble in and catch our footing before falling to the floor in a heap. Chase is already pulling his t-shirt over his head. He drops it to the floor, and I lick my lips when I see his golden bare chest. I walk backwards towards my room watching him as his eyes fire and turn dark.

I pull the designer blouse over my head and drop it to the floor as well. His shoes go, one foot, then the other as we slowly walk. I mimic him, raising the stakes by unbuttoning my jeans and sliding down the zipper. His eyebrow goes up and he pulls on his buttons and stops advancing to pull his jeans completely off. His black boxer briefs mold to his form like a second skin. I follow his lead and do the same until I’m standing before him in a pale pink bra and matching panties he purchased. His eyes scan my body and he bites his lip.

“Money well spent. I’m going to get you a store full of satin and lace so I can go through my days knowing my woman is wearing those sexy things for me.” He points to his chest. His gaze traces over my curves almost like a caress. “Baby, I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you,” he says just before lunging like a cougar capturing its prey. His hands grip my waist and he presses his body against mine. Warm male skin. My mouth waters, and I groan sliding my hands down his ribcage and up his abdomen feeling his muscles bunch and tighten under my touch. “Where’s your room?” He trails his fingers over the top of my lace panties.

“Just behind me, straight back at the end of the hall.”

He grips my ass and pulls me up; my legs immediately go around his waist. For a moment I remember him taking me up against the wall in his dining room the other night. I tighten my legs around his waist. He walks us to my room and sets me on the queen sized bed. My bright white comforter is cool against my heated skin. His lips find mine and we kiss for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes.

He slides his fingers into the sides of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs. I lean up and unclasp my bra and throw it towards the bench at the end of the bed. He stands and pulls down his underwear. His cock juts straight out, thick and proud. I wrap a hand around it relishing how hard it is. Knowing I did that to Chase, making the master of his universe lose a bit of his control makes me weak and needy. I lean forward and lick the moisture on the tip. I swirl my tongue around the large crown and draw him deep into my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward and I willingly take him in deeper. It’s actually easier to take him down my throat when he’s standing. I take a huge breath and pull his hips, sliding his cock deep into the walls of my throat.

“Fuck!” he cries and pulls out, his body shaking with the effort not to come so quickly. I grin and wipe my lips with my thumb before he kisses me. “Oh you saucy little vixen. You are going to get it.”

“In a good way, I hope.” My voice is gravelly and rough from taking him so deep. It’s a perfect sex voice.

“You have no idea.” He presses me down and drags his tongue down to each breast. His mouth takes one pink tip into his wet heat and I press it further into his face twining my fingers into his hair gripping the scalp. He smiles against my breast and draws the bud with his teeth, biting down on the tender flesh.

Spikes of pleasure tear from each peak through my chest and down to my center where my sex moistens and softens, readying to mate. “Oh yes, Chase!” I thrash about as he continues pulling, biting and pinching each tip until I’m trembling under him in ecstasy. “Please,” I beg.

The begging does it. Chase can’t deny me when I beg for his cock. “You want me to fuck you?” He presses two fingers deep into my core. He hooks them up and rubs his thumb around my clit. I arch into his hand and gyrate my hips with his movements. The pleasure consumes every facet of my being. With each drag of his fingers along that bundle within me, I jerk and shake. He brings me close to tears, lost in his control over me.

“Yes, Chase, fuck me…please!” I scream.

He removes his fingers and I almost cry from the loss. He presses my thighs wide and centers himself. He pushes the tip in and teases me with it.

“Again,” he demands.

I try to use my legs to pull him into me but he’s holding them fast against the bed splitting me open physically and emotionally. “Please, Chase…Baby.” I beg again, my head thrashing from side to side as he twirls a finger around my clit. It’s not enough. I need him. All of him.

“God Gillian, you’re so beautiful, spread open like this, begging for me to take you.” He grips my knees and presses them up and back, opening me further. I’m completely vulnerable to him and he has total control. He pulls the tip of his cock out and, before I can protest, slams into me to the hilt.

“Chase!” I scream until my throat is raw. He pulls out and pounds back into me again. He starts a hammering, forceful rhythm that picks me up, and tosses me head first into my release. I’m lost in the sensation. Every press and pull of his thick cock drags against that magical spot within me and I start to spiral and throb with the pressure of my second build up. Chase picks up the pace, bringing his face down to mine for a hot, deep kiss. The new angle presses him another inch deeper, knocking against my womb. He groans into my mouth and bites my bottom lip. His cock bottoms out as he pushes against my knees forcing every last millimeter of his length to wedge further into my sex. I feel full, stretched to capacity.

“Want you sore when I’m gone, Baby.” He continues the fierce strokes and adds a twist of his hips, grinding against my aching clit with each thrust of his pelvic bone. I cry out as he brings his hands under my ass to cup each cheek, using his full strength to pull me against his cock at the same time jackknifing into me. I explode. My orgasm sweeps over me in a tidal wave of heat and light.

As the waves of my orgasm crash over me, he pulls out and flips me over. He tilts my hips up and he enters me hard, without apology as if he owns it. Right now, he so does. “Yes,” I scream as my sex squeezes and milks his dick. Chase pounds in to me quickly, building the ecstasy again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight! And your ass. God damned I love fucking you, watching my cock spear into your cunt Baby…I’ll never get enough of you.”

More than anything I hope he means it. He pounds into me, and I push against his thrusts, allowing him to fuck me harder. It hurts in the best possible way, like a deep tissue massage only on the inside. You know it’s going to hurt the next day but the release is worth it. Chase digs his fingers into my hips so tightly, I’m almost in pain and I don’t care. He pummels me over and over, and I can feel him tightening, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Want you with me,” he says through clenched teeth.

He leans and reaches around. His fingers find my clit and he pinches and presses hard on the sensitive moist skin there, sending me into another blinding orgasm. He thrusts deep, holding me roughly against his pelvis as his release shoots hotly within my core, our bodies melting into one another. After a few last jerks of his hips, he collapses on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. His weight is wonderful and welcome like being covered in my very own Chase blanket. All too soon he rolls to the side, pulling me against his sweat dampened chest. We both pant and try to calm our overheated bodies.

“It’s never been like that with another woman, Gillian,” Chase says softly, staring at the ceiling.

“For me either.” I turn over and face him. “I just, I want you so much,” I admit and stretch each tingling muscle, pointing and flexing my toes and fingers. The space between my legs is definitely sore and well used. I’ve got no complaints. I’ll endure that discomfort gladly.

We lay for quite some time with Chase caressing my arms, swirling his fingers around a breast but avoiding the overly-sensitive tips. I grin, thinking how much his mouth lovingly abused each tip in turn only an hour or ago.