Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(28)

“That’s a girl,” he whispered and his blue eyes were no longer playful. Chase Gentry wanted something bad and he wanted it from me. “You’ve been thinking about it, huh?”

“What?” I gasped, wishing he would just hurry and move faster.

He didn’t smile. The cheerful clown who grabbed girls’ asses and made filthy jokes was gone. I’d seen this intensity in Chase once before, the last time I was underneath him.

“Me, Steph. You’ve been thinking about me.” He suddenly grabbed my arms and held them on either side of me, encircling my wrists with his large hands. Chase was strong. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but it was an intentional show of force. It was Chase letting me know he was in control. He pushed himself in another inch and I arched my back, trying to get him to reach the place that desperately wanted to be satisfied. He wasn’t done hearing what he wanted to hear though. “I want you to say it. Admit it right now, Stephanie, and I’ll give you what you want.”

That stopped me. No matter how badly I wanted to feel the same crashing ecstasy I’d found with him before, Chase was dead wrong if he thought he could rule me so easily. No f*cking way.

His eyes flickered with surprise at my sudden glare and he pulled back a little.

“You want to stop?” he asked and looked confused. He was still halfway inside me. I wanted him so much.

“No,” I said, trying to loosen my arms from his grip. “I don’t want to stop. But I’m not a damn game, Chase.”

His face softened and he kissed me. “I know you’re not, Steph.”

Then he moved his hands underneath me again and lifted my body. His next thrust was all the way in and I cried out, my hands clutching his shoulders and my legs tightening around him.

Chase kissed my neck. “Just tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” He was pumping hard, keeping up a steady rhythm that pushed me higher and higher. “Come on, tell me.”

“Dammit Chase, yes it feels good!”

“And no one’s ever f*cked you like this.”

“No, never.”

“Say it. No one’s ever made you come before.”

“No! Only you’ve ever made me come. Chase! Oh god, I think I’m coming now.”

“Yeah you are. I can feel you. Let it go, baby. Fuck, you don’t know how hot you look.”

I was shattering. My eyes were closed and I bit down sharply on my lip when I heard the noise I was making. Chase quickened to a frenetic pace and stopped talking. He let out an intense groan and held me so tightly I was sure we wouldn’t ever be able to separate. I could feel the involuntary spasms wracking his body and I wrapped my limbs around him, trying to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of it. He gave one final, fierce thrust and then lowered his head to my shoulder.

“Steph,” he whispered, finally rolling off. I was aware that he was doing something with the condom but I kept my head turned away. He reached over to the garbage pail next to my desk before falling on top of me again. He laughed.

I tried to shove him but he wouldn’t budge. “What the hell is so funny? And shit, you’re heavy!”

“All muscle, baby,” he boasted, flexing.

“Jerk.”

“Ah, but a jerk who can make you come. The only jerk who can make you come.”

“Damn you! Would you stop saying that?”

“Why? It’s true.”

He was too disgustingly proud of himself. That shit-eating wiseass grin was back on his face as he loomed over me.

“Let me up,” I grumbled.

He acted like he didn’t even hear me. “Let’s take a shower.”

“What?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “A shower. Come on, we’re all sweaty and I want to look at you some more. Then we’ll come back in here and you’ll come and I’ll come or maybe we’ll come together.”

I grabbed at the blankets. I wanted to cover myself but he wouldn’t let me.

“Or we can have nasty, filthy shower sex.” He propped himself up on one elbow and idly ran his hand over my bare chest. “You ever f*ck in the shower?” He shook his head and answered his own question. “Nah, you haven’t. Hell, I can’t wait to get all creative with you. I have a pretty vivid imagination and there’s not a lot I haven’t tried. Just think of me as your teacher.”

“Shut up.”

He was instantly solemn. “I was only messing with you, Steph.”

“No,” I hissed. “I mean you need to shut up! Truly’s home.”

It sounded like she was in the kitchen. I could hear her talking to Dolly.

“What’s the matter, sweet girl? You just need a little love?”

“I need a little love,” grumbled a low, cranky voice. When Chase heard it he started shaking with silent laughter. The voice in question belonged to Creed.

“I gave you some love not an hour ago,” Truly answered but I could hear the smile in her tone.

“Then just flash your tits and I’ll let you off the hook.”

The naked idiot next to me was laughing so hard he was turning purple.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to be off the hook,” Truly purred and I figured they were only seconds away from having at each other again. The apartment wasn’t big and the walls weren’t thick so this was the point I would usually turn on some music and listen to something less X-rated.