I Stand Before You (Judge Me Not #2)(74)

I nod and stay perfectly still, my sex throbbing beneath Chase’s heavy length. Slowly, he begins to move, soaking his cock with my wetness. Using slow and steady upward thrusts that allow the head of his penis, then his length, to stimulate my clit over and over, my boy brings me to orgasm. I arch and moan out, “Oh, Chase, god, yes.”

What he’s doing is hot and erotic, and so close to full-on sex that Chase comes right after me. He lifts up and hot liquid spurts onto my lower stomach. Neither of us moves, and what he’s just given me drips slowly down to where he just was. “Should we get a towel?” I whisper.

Chase kisses my lips. “Not yet, baby.” He touches my most sensitive area once more, his fingers mixing my juices with his own until I am slick with both of us. “I want you to come one more time for me. Okay?”

Before I have a chance to answer, which would definitely be in the affirmative, my solely focused man pushes into me as many fingers as I can handle, while his thumb gently circles my tender and swollen nub. I arch and move with him, and, soon enough, Chase Gartner gets exactly what he wanted.




We lie sleepy and drifting. I am nestled against Chase’s warm body, and he is telling me the specifics of what happened with the junkie. I know it shouldn’t, but it turns me on that he exacted revenge for me. He fought for me, did what I would have liked to have done to my assailant myself, but couldn’t. Does it make me a bad person to feel this way? Maybe. But mostly it feels like justice was served.

I am also thrilled when I learn Chase found Peetie. The fact that my ass-kicking, secretly soft-hearted guy not only remembered what I’d requested, but followed through, makes me love him all the more.

When Chase is done talking I tell him the details I left out earlier regarding my night out with Missy. My head is on Chase’s chest, and I feel him tense slightly when Missy’s name is mentioned.

This is my chance. I finally ask, “What is it with you two anyway?”

When he hesitates to answer I look up at him. “You never, uh, did anything with her, did you?” I cringe as the words spill out of my mouth.

Chase has to feel my heart rate quicken, seeing as my chest is pressed to his. He runs his hand down my back in a soothing manner. “You mean, like, f*ck her?” he qualifies.

I wish I could see into his eyes, but the moon has moved to another part of the sky and the room has darkened.

“Yeah,” I confirm quietly. “That’s what I’m asking.”

“No,” he responds quickly. “I never f*cked Missy Metzger.”

I breathe a sigh of relief, though something still feels off. I start to rephrase my question, but I’m interrupted by my own yawn. I am mind-muddled sleepy and physically worn out, so I ask nothing more.

Chase rolls to his side, taking me with him, and we snuggle. His strength and his power make me feel safer than I have in ages. “I love you,” I whisper as I drift off.

I hear Chase say it back, and then he murmurs something about “tomorrow” and “perfect.” I am insanely curious to learn what he has planned, but before I can ask for details, sleep consumes me.





Chapter Eleven


Chase


The next morning I wake up long before Kay. I stretch, and then watch her sleep for a little while before getting out of bed. My girl is so f*cking beautiful. Her face is nothing less than serene when she’s sleeping. I hope she’s resting easy, knowing she never has to go back to that shitty apartment. Her home is here now. Well, next door at the apartment, but still, on my property, where her safety will never be jeopardized. I’ll make the f*ck sure of that.

I flip the sheet back and get out of bed. The covers on her side slip down just enough to expose one of Kay’s breasts. I feel a stirring in my groin, making me think of a thousand hot-as-f*ck ways to wake her up, but I leave her be. Kay needs the extra rest.

Sweet girl has had a rough night, at least early on she did. Hopefully, what we did before we went to sleep relieved some of that stress. I know it sure as hell helped me. I was so wired after everything that happened in the apartment parking lot that I needed a release. Kay needed a release as well, I am sure, and she got, well, several.

When it comes to sex, I think in some ways I may be opening a whole new world for my girl. I know her dickhead-south-of-Market prissy boy never did shit to her like I did last night. And I have to say I was pleasantly surprised to discover sweet girl has a little bit of a dirty side. Who knew? But she sure liked when I stretched her wide with my fingers, she liked me seeing her opened up like that. I was worried that I may have pushed it a little when I used my cock to make her come, but she f*cking loved that too. Hell, she was so soaking wet, I almost couldn’t stop when I started to slip in. God, I can’t wait to actually f*ck my girl. I am going to rock her world, that’s for sure.

I have a shit-eating grin and a hard f*cking cock when I step into the shower, but then I remember Kay asking me about Missy Metzger. My erection subsides immediately. My girl suspects something, that’s obvious. I wasn’t lying outright when I told her I never f*cked Missy, but it is kind of a lie of omission. After all, Missy and I did engage in sex acts—my fingers were in her *, and her mouth was on my cock. We made each other come, for f*ck’s sake. I think Kay would probably want to know these things happened, even if they did occur before my girl and I met.