Trust (6 page)

"What happened
between you two?" Chase asks, raising an eyebrow and squinting at me.  I
can see the sides of his lips struggling not to curl up into his little half
smile.  Is he really amused that we were fighting over him?

"You really dated
that woman?  She's a complete bitch."  I'm not sure if he changed the
subject on purpose, but I wanted to get my feelings out about her anyway and it
seems like he wasn't as completely oblivious to the tension as I thought.

"She's not so
bad," his smile finally breaks through.  "I think she was just
jealous of you."

"Because she wants
to get back together with you?"

He raises an eyebrow
again.  "What makes you say that?"

"Are you kidding
me?  Chase, it's completely obvious.  Why would you think she'd be jealous if
you don't think she still wants you?"

"I just meant that
she was jealous of how beautiful you are." 

I turn my head to look
out of the window, feeling my cheeks get red for what feels like the millionth
time tonight.  I stiffen as I feel him put his hand on my knee, but I don't
move it off.  It feels comforting to have it there.  "I doubt that's what
she's jealous of.  She's gorgeous.  Why did you two break up, anyway?"

"We just aren't
compatible.  I mean, I know what you're saying about her being a bitch.  She wasn't
that way to me, but she can be that way to others.  We just weren't a good
match."

"But you like her
enough to remain friends?" I turn my head back to look at him, interested
in his response. 

Chase shrugs. 
"We're not as close as she might have led you to believe.  We've remained
friendly, and we talk occasionally, but it's not like we hang out with each
other socially.  It was just a coincidence that I ran into her tonight."

I consider telling him
what she said about him treating me like a hooker, but I'm too embarrassed by
the comment.  Still, I can't help but feel like there might be truth to it. 
"She knew you'd never taken me to your house..."

Chase sighs and shakes
his head.  "She's just being a bitch.  She knows I don't spend time
there.  She's just trying to get under your skin."

I can't wait any more so
I circle back to my original question.  "So then what's happening
tomorrow?  What was she going to let you know about?"

"It's nothing, she
just said that to annoy you.  A friend of mine has an extra seat on his jet
tomorrow, he's flying to LA for a few days with a few other players for a
tournament.  Denise has friends there so I asked if she wanted to go." 
Chase's hand feels warm as he slides it along my skin, moving up my thigh.

"Were you supposed
to go to LA?  Was that seat supposed to be for you?"

He shrugs.  "I can
go to LA any time.  I'm hoping to be busy doing something a lot more fun with
someone a lot more interesting."  His hand moves even further up my leg
and his body follows as he leans towards me, coming closer with each word. 
"And gorgeous.  And funny.  And smart-" 

"Just shut up and
kiss me," I breathe.  H's already so close to me I can feel each
compliment brush against my skin.

As his lips finally touch
mine, I melt against him and get lost in the smells and tastes of his mouth
until we feel the car stop.  We make it up to his room in record time and our
clothes find the floor just as quickly.

"I need to feel
you.  To taste you."  Chase pushes me back against the bed and I have no
willpower to stop him.  I want him as much as he wants me.

He pushes my thighs apart
with his hands and then slides forward, keeping them spread with his broad
shoulders.  I'm leaning forward on my elbows, watching him.  His tattoo covered
back swirls with designs I had been too distracted to examine yesterday.  Today
proves no different as I'm distracted once more when his tongue finds the wet
folds between my legs.

"Fuck, Chase,"
I cry out.  I close my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure.

"You taste so
fucking good, I could do this forever."  He breaks only to tell me that
and then returns his attention to my body.

"That would be too
much.  Forever." The pleasure is already pounding against me, my pussy
feels swollen and ready to explode against his mouth.  He doesn't stop, though,
doesn't even slow.  Instead, he begins to make hot circles with his tongue,
focusing on the center of my pleasure before dipping down and pressing into my
dark core. 

"It's too
much," I hiss, putting my hands in his hair and gripping tightly.  I can't
bring myself to push him away.

Chase continues to ignore
me.  His expert tongue has found places I'd forgotten existed in my time with
Harrison and now that they've been rediscovered they're too intense.  There's
no more holding back.  I scream as an orgasm is ripped out of me.  At first I
pull Chase even harder against my quivering wetness, but then I use my grip to
yank him away just as the stimulation becomes too much.

"Fuck," I
pant.  "I need... you to fuck me.  Now."

Chase doesn't waste
time.  He reaches across my body to his nightstand and the hairs on his chest
pull against my engorged nipples.  My hands slip down the contours of his back
and over his hips until I grab two handfuls of his ass.  I only begin to
squeeze before he finds what he was looking for and moves back down between my
legs.  It only takes him a moment to slip the condom on his already hard cock
and then he's positioned at my swollen entrance, his blue eyes shining down
into mine as he thrusts forward to immediately fill me.

I reach forward, wrapping
my arms around him and pulling him down and tight against my needy breasts.  I
want to feel his chest pulling against my nipples again with each thrust of his
powerful hips.

"You're so fucking
hot," he moans as his dick pushes deeper.  "I want to fill every inch
of your body with mine."

My mouth finds his as the
stubble from his face burns my chin with each urgent kiss.  I let his tongue
invade my mouth, giving truth to his promise of invading me fully.  My hands
reach down to find his hard ass once more, and I dig my nails into the flesh
just as he thrusts one final time before shuddering to his own hot conclusion.

His lips fall away and I
feel his panting breath against my neck even as his hips slow their frantic
pace.  They continue to slowly grind against me for a few more moments before
he pulls himself off and slips down next to my body.

I listen to his breathing
slow and then fall into a pattern indicating sleep.  The clock beside the bed
reads well after midnight, which means it’s Sunday.  Only one more day here
before my Monday morning flight. 

All of a sudden I'm not
quite as anxious to get on that plane.

It took me a while to
fall asleep and so it didn't surprise me that it was so late in the morning
when I finally woke up.  Sleeping in hotels is always so much easier because of
the blackout blinds.  I've never been able to find something as good for my
room at home.

It takes me a few moments
of yawning and stretching before I realize I'm alone in the bed, and this time
there's no smell of coffee to let me know that Chase is still around. 

"Chase?" 
There's no sound coming from the other room, so I slip out of bed, just as
naked as when I went to sleep last night, and chance a peak outside the bedroom
door.  The room is deserted, but there's a plate with a chocolate croissant
sitting on the coffee table by the couch and a bottle of water.  I walk quickly
through the rest of the suite, but Chase isn't there.  He didn't mention having
a tournament to play, but perhaps he just left on an errand. 

I pick up the croissant
and eat it on my way to the bathroom.  I'm hungrier than I thought, so it's
gone in minutes.  Not surprising since I slept right through breakfast. 

I have a quick shower and
when I come out, Chase is sitting on the bed smiling at me.

"You have an
incredible body," he notes, his eyes taking as much of it in as he can as
I scrub a towel through my hair to dry it.

"Sorry I slept so
long.  What have you been up to?"  I finish drying my hair but I don't
cover my body.  I like how much he seems to be admiring it.  His attention
makes me feel sexy.

He takes a moment before
answering, his eyes distracting his mouth as they feast on my still damp body. 
"I didn't want to wake you.  You looked so peaceful.  I just went
downstairs and had housecleaning do me a favor."  He nods toward the door
where I see my clothes from the night we met cleaned and in a clear plastic
bag, hanging over the doorknob.  "I had them wash them this morning.  One
of the perks of pretty much living here."

"Oh god, thank
you," I exclaim, smiling at the thought of finally being able to put on my
own clean clothes.  "That was very thoughtful of you.  I guess I should take
that as a hint that you want me to get dressed.  Is that really what you had in
mind?"  I walk forward playfully so that I'm within reach of his arms, and
he doesn't waste time grabbing a handful of my bare flesh and pulling me
forward onto his lap.

"Actually, I have a
couple of things in mind, and neither of them require you to get
dressed..." he grins as his hands brush against my breasts.  "But
honestly, I thought maybe we'd pop over to my place today?  Maybe have some
lunch there?"

"Really?"

"Don't look so
shocked!  You'll see that there's no big secret, I just hardly spend any time
there.  The casino is much more interesting."

"When do we
leave?"

"As soon as you're
ready."  His hands close on my nipples, rolling them in his fingers. 
"Unless you want to stay for a bit..."

I squirm out of his grip
and spin off of his lap and onto my feet.  "I can be ready in 10 minutes. 
I'm not giving you a chance to change your mind.  There'll be plenty of time
for that later."

Chase flashes me his
version of puppy dog eyes, but I respond by sticking out my tongue.

"I can think of
something you can do with that tongue," he quips.

"So can I, but
later!"  I call back, disappearing into the bathroom.

True to my word, I'm
ready in ten minutes and we're in his private car in twenty.

"Nice
neighborhood," I mutter as we pass mansion after mansion.  I can't imagine
having a house like this and not wanting to spend all of my time in it.  Chase
is quiet, staring out the window as we pull up to a broad Spanish style
bungalow on what seems to be a very large property.  The car pulls around the
circular driveway and up to two massive and ornate wooden double doors. 

"Here we are." 
Chase doesn't seem that excited, but I'm glad he decided to bring me. 
Regardless of how much time he spends here, I'm interested to see what he calls
home.

With a plastic bag filled
with the lunch we picked up on the way, Chase turns to me one more time. 
"Now again, I don't spend a lot of time here so try not to judge me too
harshly."  He turns to the door and presses a code into an electronic
keypad.  Apparently rich people don't need keys anymore.  With a little
electric whir I hear it unlock and Chase pushes the door open, ushering me
inside.

The house is spacious
inside, with Spanish arches separating an open concept area that includes a well-designed
kitchen that flows into a family room.  It’s furnished exceptionally well, but
everything looks like it was purchased out of a catalog and barely ever used. 
As we walk through, I'm surprised by the utter lack of personality. 
"Where's all your stuff?"

"What do you
mean," he asks, looking around.  "There's a couch, TV-"

"No, you're stuff. 
Pictures.  Knickknacks.  Personal belongings?"  I walk through a hallway
and find the master bedroom.  It's just as barren as the rest of the house.  It
has a big and gorgeous four poster bed in the middle of the room, some dressers
and side tables, but nothing personal at all.

"I dunno, I'm not
really into material stuff.  Everything important to me is at the hotel.  I
have a few boxes of other stuff in storage, but I never really felt the need to
unpack any of it."  He shrugs, looking sheepish.  "Like I said, I
don't really spend time here."

"Then why do you
have such a big place?"  I walk over to the window and look out across a well-manicured
and fenced in yard.  There's a huge pool, glistening in the midday sun with a
waterfall cascading against rocks behind it.

I hear him sigh and I
turn back towards him.  Chase is looking sullenly at the floor.  I suddenly
feel guilty for giving him a hard time about this place after he warned me.  I
pushed him into bringing me, I shouldn't be so judgmental about it.  "I'm
sorry," I say, approaching him.  "It's a beautiful place.  I guess I
just come from a different world.  I can't imagine having this much space and
not wanting to fill it up with my stuff and spend every minute here."

Chase looks up at me, the
blue of his eyes sparkling at me.  "I guess I wasn't expecting to have an
empty house forever.  It's just depressing to have a big place all for one
person.  At the hotel, I'm at least surrounded by other people."

"I get it," I
nod.  I sort of do.  I can see how living here alone would feel very empty.  Of
course, I probably wouldn't have bought such a big place for myself in the
first place, but then again, I don't have millions of dollars.

"Let's go eat
lunch," he said, pulling my hand as he tries to guide me out of the
bedroom.  I pull back and he looks at me quizzically.

"Hold on," I
say with a grin.  "I believe I promised you the use of my tongue..."