Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2(49)

“There you go,” Chase says huskily, his breaths as ragged as mine. “Like that.”

All of me is on display, and with anyone else, I’d feel embarrassed. But Chase makes me feel beautiful, sexy.

He groans, emboldening me to lift my hips another inch so he can see even more.

Chase likes what he sees, I assume, since he groans huskily. I know for sure that he likes what he sees when he shifts me in his lap. I feel how incredibly rock-hard he is. The rigid outline of his cock presses into my ass, and I silently curse that he’s still wearing his jeans.

“You like this, don’t you?” Chase asks.

My eyes meet his in the mirror. “I do.”

I make a move to touch myself, but Chase grabs my wrist. Kissing down my neck, he whispers against my skin, “No, not yet.”

With my sex fully on display—and aching to be touched—Chase slowly pops open all the little buttons trailing down the front of my dress. He rests his chin on my shoulder as he works, and I lean my head back against him and watch.

When my dress gapes open, exposing my simple white bra, I quickly say, “Oh, sorry, I should have worn something sexier.”

His fingers brush over the swell of my breasts. “You don’t need shit like that.” He unclasps the front closure of my bra. “I prefer you with nothing on, anyway.”

He tugs at the bra until it falls away and my breasts are exposed. He cups one breast and begins to massage the sensitive flesh, all while his other hand moves down to where I am desperate to be touched.

But he does more than touch. He ravages my * with his fingers.

Watching while he slams his fingers in and out of me, hard, I plead, “Oh, God, make me come.”

His pace increases and my body responds almost immediately. I come apart for Chase, again and again.

Unable to speak, I collapse against him. He wraps his arms around me, shifts his body to the side, and lays me down on the bed. Slowly, he slides the material of the dress, which now barely covers me, off completely. Chase then stands and undresses. When he settles his body on top of mine, his cock teasing at my entrance, I expect him to take me. But he doesn’t, not yet.

“Remember why I wanted to come over here?” he asks.

I glance up from beneath him, his body dwarfing mine. His face is dark, his blues intense.

“So I can get loud?” I venture.

“And,” he prompts, “what else?”

“So you can be rough with me”

“You want more of that, baby girl? More than what I gave you just before?”

I nod, and without warning, Chase slams into me, so hard and rough that I cry out. His cock is so much more than his fingers, and it hurts for a second. But then, like always, it feels amazing.

Chase’s fingers thread through my hair, and he tightens his grasp. He tugs hard, harder, while pounding into me fast, faster.

“Is this too much?” he asks when I become breathless.

Is he kidding? I shake my head.

“Good”—he chuckles—“’cause I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

And he doesn’t stop, not that I want him to. The things he does to me don’t allow me time to think. And I like not thinking, because, when I think, I’m forced to remember that there are now two secrets Chase is keeping from me: where he was the other day when I couldn’t get a hold of him and how he ended up with a bloody hand tonight.





Chapter Eleven


Chase


The day after I fail to get Kyle his money, I fully expect to hear from him. But he doesn’t contact me. Thank God for small favors.

At breakfast, Will eyes my hand suspiciously. “Dude, what the hell happened? You f*ck someone up?”

Kay is at the stove, her back turned to me. Her shoulders tense. She’s still waiting for an answer, too.

I try to blow Will’s question off by saying, “I hurt my hand at work.”

Kay knows that’s not true, and I see her shoulders slump when she realizes I’m not going to divulge a thing.

“How?” Will asks, skeptical.

“I did something really stupid. And I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Hey, both things are true.

Will’s no dummy, though. He shakes his head and says, “Yeah, sure, dude.”

Despite my hot night with Kay—and, shit, it was f*cking scorching—things are subdued throughout the rest of the day. A weird tension permeates the air. Kay still sleeps in my bed Saturday night, but there’s no sex. By Sunday, I just want things to return to f*cking normal.

When Kay wakes, I smile over at her. She smiles back, snuggles into my grasp. That’s better.

We just lie quietly in bed for a while, until I ask her if she wants to do anything today. “It’s Sunday, you know, and we’re both off.”

She glances up at me from in my arms. “What did you have in mind?”

“There’s a fair over in the next county,” I say. “Want to check it out?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replies, and then adds, “Why don’t you ask Will if he wants to come with us?”

“Good idea, babe.”

Five minutes later, I am walking into my brother’s bedroom, unannounced.

Will is just waking up, stretching and yawning. But when he catches sight of me, he sits up quickly.