Worth the Chase (7 page)

When I told Chance who our roommates would be, he was just as shocked as I was that it was Gia and her friend who had ended up renting our basement. Come to find out he hadn’t planned this, which I kind of thought he had. They had been texting each other the details and whenever information needed to be discussed via phone Taylor’s dad had always called.

“Great!” Gia yelled back, shoving one of the boxes across the floor with her foot. She was wearing a pair of ripped jean shorts and a shirt that said ‘Reading is my superpower.' I wanted to laugh at the mere thought, but the second I pictured her in glasses bending over to reach for a book with her ass in the air my mind went south. Way south.

“You know, if you didn’t have to move here you wouldn’t have to move all these boxes?” I decided to rub the salt just a little further into the wound. I wanted to see just how far I could push her.  Would she snap? Slap me in the face and call me the prick I truthfully was? Or would she take it like a no-holds-barred chick, capable of holding her own against me?

Gia looked up from the floor, her eyes holding an icy glare that almost turned my heart to ice. Her small fists were clenched at her sides, and I found it adorable that she was getting angry, my cock was even growing in excitement.

Come a little closer, princess…

My inner ego was a bigger dick than even I was, what can I say.

I watched the ice in her eyes melt away and in its place a raging inferno of fire formed. It sparked something in me that I had to force away because I couldn’t let her get to me.

“I will do whatever…” her voice was a growl, a sexy kitten like growl, “the fuck I want.” She pushed her finger into my chest, and it brought back so many memories. The need to grip her by the hips and place her on the edge of the counter was strong. I wanted to pump into her, reminding her of why I made her feel the way she did.

“You make yourself seem bigger than what you really are.” I paused and waited for the flames to reach out and burn me. When they didn’t I leaned in real close, so close that our lips were almost touching. “Remember that I know what you are underneath it all. You’re a princess and everyone knows a princess is nothing without her royal thrown,” I whispered the words to her. I wanted her to know that I knew what made her tick. She wasn’t alone in this war. I knew my enemy as well.

“My name is Gia, and if you call me princess,” she hissed the word, “one more time, I will make you eat your dick.” The fact that she smiled while saying it shouldn’t have made me harder. The fact that she had threatened my manhood shouldn’t have made me want to bust out in laughter. Yet, I couldn’t help it. My belly shaking laugh filled the room and Taylor shot me a strange look as she walked back into the house.

“Did I miss something?” she asked curiously, my laughter stopping immediately. If I was right, Gia hadn’t told her about the roll in the hay we had. Therefore, I had the option to be a really big dick or just blow it off.

“Nah. Something on Facebook.” I smiled at her, and for the first time since I met her I really looked at her, understanding instantly why Chance was drawn to her. She was small, almost fragile like and uniquely beautiful. Her face was covered in freckles and her smile was infectious.

“Don’t let that filthy man put you under his spell,” Gia spoke to Taylor without even a glance at me. To say it didn’t hurt was a lie, but I knew why she was mad. She had been upped.

Chase 1. Gia 0.

“I can put
you
under something.” Taylor’s face grew red and Gia shot me a look that could’ve killed me had I not become immune to her glares by now.

“I have to go get the pizza. If you could help Gia bring in her mattress, that would be great.” She smiled awkwardly with rosy cheeks and in turn I smiled right back, agreeing without a second thought to help us move past that uncomfortable moment.

“Of course.” I pushed off the counter and headed out towards the moving truck, knowing that Gia was right behind me. Her and Taylor chatting it up the whole way to her car. The aggression between us was just building, and I was on the verge of snapping.

One more taste. One more time.
The words lingered in my mind as my tongue darted out licking my lips in preparation. Her smell was so inviting and all around me, waiting for me to reach out and take a bite to see how she tasted once again.

“Are you coming, asshole?” she growled in front of me as Taylor pulled out of the driveway. I smirked, wondering how I had been so drawn into my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed she had made her way back over here.

“Oh the question isn’t if I’m coming, but when.” I pushed past her, our bodies rubbing against one another’s. A shock coursed through me, heading straight to my groin. I forced myself to feel un-phased by her presence and the fact we were so close to one another. Instead I grabbed one side of the mattress, tugging it as Gia hopped up onto the truck grabbing the other side, pushing while I pulled until we had the mattress completely out. Then she hopped down and together we maneuvered the mattress through the living room, down the hall, and into the basement. By the time the mattress actually hit her bedframe my body was covered in a sheen of sweat and my breath was coming in hard, and it had nothing to do with moving that puny little mattress.

“Thanks.” Her voice was soft. I looked up at her from the mattress, our gazes locked and I knew there was nothing that I could do to stop myself from making my next move. I advanced on her, knowing damn well that she felt the same way on the inside as I did.
My lips met her skin in an explosion. I was all over her, my hands searching her body, my ears listening to her pants, and the deep beat of my heart in search of hers.

“I hate you,” she whispered against my lips. I could practically feel the hate in them as her nails raked down my back, but it didn’t stop me.

“Oh, yea?” I asked as I removed her top and shorts.

“Yea.”

“Good, because I fucking hate you too. Hate you so much.” I stated while backing up for a moment to remove my own shorts. Pulling at the button on my shorts I ripped them and my underwear away in one swipe. We didn’t have much time, I needed to get moving so Taylor, or worse, Chance didn’t catch us. I was going to bring her to the brink of exhaustion one stroke at a time before anyone got back here.

“Stop staring at me,” she purred as I came to stand over her, one of my fingers drifting over her belly. She was laying on her mattress now in nothing but her black panties, and yes I was drooling. All over the fucking place.

“I’ll stare all I want,” I barked at her, which caused a smile to pull at her lips. Her eyes glazed over, growing larger and filling with more heat when they landed on my protruding cock.

That’s right baby, you did this to me and it’s all for you.

I easily found myself stretching over her, my hands pushing into her hair as I sucked on her neck.

“Chase…” She sighed so heavily that it was all I could hear, my name falling from her beautiful full lips.

“I’m going to fuck you, okay? One last time.” I pressed my lips harder into her skin not wanting to ever forget what this felt like. If I never got the chance to do this again, I wanted this to be better than the last time. There would be no third time. There couldn’t be.

“Make it memorable,” she moaned in pleasure as my finger dove deep into her panties, honing in on that sweet spot that would have her writhing beneath me.

In a matter of seconds she was drenched, the smell of her arousal meeting my nostrils with each intake of air.
Fuck!
This girl could drive me crazy with her smell alone.
I slipped in a second finger, my eyes flickering over her body, which was now covered in sweat. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her toes dug into the skin on my legs.

“Fall apart for me. Show me how bad you want this. How bad you need this. Need me.” My chest rumbled against hers as I took one of her nipples into my mouth. The taste of her completely took over me right before she fell apart, her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers tightly. I smiled like the cocky fucker I was, nipping at her nipple harder just to see if she would squeeze tighter, and when she did I almost came undone.

There was no more thinking, no other reaction I could give her than to become one with her.

One more time.
That’s all I need. Is one more taste. One more stroke.

One more chance,
my heart whispered loudly.

My senses were in overdrive, I could feel him becoming a part of me. My insides stretching to accommodate him, pulsing in need around him. Pleasure surrounded me, making words almost impossible.

“Ahhh…” I screamed as he sunk deeper into me.

“Scream it, babe.” His voice was labored as he pushed harder into me. Every stroke rubbing at my insides in the most perfect way.

“Harder…” I barely got the word out, my mind was hazy and all I could feel was him. His chest rubbed against my nipples forcing another moan to escape me.

I bit my lip unknowingly, my core growing hotter as I felt his grip on my hips biting into my flesh. I wanted him to mark me, to make me feel him for days. My eyes drifted down to where we connected. The slaps of our bodies pushing together filled the room.
Fuck!!!
I wanted to cry out, I could feel the distinct build, the simmering sensations inside of me ready to burst.

“Clench me, make this cock yours… Make me come for you,” Chase said and I blinked my eyes open just for a second, just to catch him in his own moment of ecstasy. His teeth were clenched, his muscles taut and filled with tension as he held back his own release waiting for my own.

With one last powerful push inside of me I fell apart, my teeth biting deep into his shoulder blade. I could feel nothing and everything at the same time. My body tingled, my eyes watered, and my fingers dug into his skin as if I was trying to hold onto this moment and make it last forever.

What. The. Fuck.” My eyes popped open, terror filling my belly as the euphoric feeling that covered me moments ago all but disappeared. I pushed against Chase, who stopped mid-stroke and looked over his shoulder.

“Can I help you?” He got out, his breath heavy before I could even get my body to catch up with my mind.

On the other side of Chase, standing in my bedroom was my mother and father. My mother with a blush of embarrassment on her face and my FBI agent father with an angry glare on his.

“Can I help you?” My father hissed out in a mocking tone, reaching behind his back and pulling out his gun.

“Jeez, Zerro I told you to leave that in the car,” my mother said as she glared at him the same way he had glared at us.

“Dad, stop!!” I yelled loudly. I needed to do something, and I needed to do it fast.

“This is my boyfriend…” I lied, my eyes pleading with Chase to go along with it. I didn’t want him to die because of me. My dad was unpredictable most days, especially when it came to his children. Add in finding your child in the predicament that he just found me in, and I could tell he was about to explode.

“His name is Chase.” I tried to sound cheery, I mean about as cheery as being found naked with a man and having your parents walk in as I could be. The expression on my father’s face said he wasn’t buying it just yet, telling me I needed to keep talking us out of this and my dad off the ledge he was on.

Chase’s eyes sought out my own, anger and complete disappointment reflected back at me. I didn’t know what to say to make the situation better, to not lie to my parents, but not put Chase in this situation.

Without a second thought he reached for the sheet next to us, handing it to me before reaching down to find his pants. I glanced around the room, looking for my clothes wondering where they had ended up. In our heated frenzy it was hard to remember where I had lost them.

“You should cover up, princess. I’m sure your gun carrying father doesn’t want to see you like that, after just seeing you like that with me,” Chase said, the words coming out cocky as ever.

“You’re one smart comment away from getting nailed with a bullet.” My father’s anger ridden voice met my ears and I cringed.

Why had I told my mother I was moving? Better yet, why had I given her the address?
I thought as she stood there gripping the strap of her purse looking like she wanted to laugh that my father was pissed off, when all I wanted to do was erase the last few minutes out of my memory.