Game (Gentry Boys, #3)(48)
I changed in the bathroom so I could have access to Truly’s makeup. ‘Less is more’ was always my mother’s rule when it came to cosmetics but it was a night for dressing up, for acting, for pretending. I felt sexy as I rolled the red dress over my body. It was indeed short. Last week, with Truly’s help, I’d finally broken down and invested in a pair of heels. I was still getting used to them. As I fluffed my curly hair and applied a generous amount of red lipstick, I started to feel like I really had left all my old insecurities behind. I had Chase to thank for that.
When I opened the door to the bathroom I burst out laughing. Chase was standing in the middle of the living room with his pants around his ankles and trying to close the cheap pinstripe fabric around his muscular torso.
“It doesn’t fit,” he complained and then his eyes widened as he took me in. I twirled the feather boa seductively.
Chase dropped the pieces of his costume on the floor and started to make his way over, only slightly hampered by the way his pants were bunched around his legs. One glance at his boxers told me how much he appreciated the way I looked. I let him back me into the nearest wall and push my dress up over my hips.
“Don’t mess up my damn makeup,” I warned as he started to get aggressive.
Chase yanked my panties down. “Leave these off tonight. And I’m gonna mess up a lot of things.” He backed away a few inches, smiling ruefully. “But not right now. Right now I’m taking you out and showing you off. I’ll glare daggers at any man who dares to glance at you but you know what? It’ll get me harder all the time and then, when I can’t stand it another minute, I’ll f*ck the living hell out of your sweet *.”
I still couldn’t believe some of the filthy language that came out of Chase’s mouth. Nor could I quite believe what it did to me. I was so ready and I wanted him right then, but I loved the idea of getting him so excited he broke.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt and I ran my hands over his chest, over the small scar on his lower abdomen and up to the words tattooed across his upper chest. Vivo pro hodie. Live for today.
“Every day,” I whispered.
Love me every day. Fuck me every day. Do it all.
Chase nodded like he knew what I meant even if I hadn’t said it all out loud. He pulled one strap of the dress over my shoulder and pushed his thumb into my bra, feeling the hard nipple. His voice was coarse with feeling. “You’re my fantasy, Steph. You know that?”
We teased each other a little while longer and then left, taking my Buick. Mill Avenue was beyond crowded. We had to park near A Mountain, a small butte that overlooked ASU and sported a gigantic painted A on the side. The bars were all packed to the point of being uncomfortable so we leaned against a nice brick building at the end of the street. Sometimes we made out. Sometimes we just watched people pass. The costumes were running somewhat themed. The boys were trying to look silly and the girls were trying to look sexy. My heels started bothering me so I slipped them off and let Chase give me a piggyback ride back to my car.
“Let’s go trick or treating,” he said, starting the engine.
“Is that really a euphemism for a sex game?”
“It can be,” he said, absently reaching under my dress to stroke me briefly, or maybe to remind me that I wasn’t wearing panties.
After we crawled through the downtown Tempe traffic I examined my heels with distaste. “I don’t get the appeal,” I admitted. “I haven’t worn shit like this since high school and I’m out of practice. They just seem like medieval torture devices.”
“Well don’t torture yourself on my account,” Chase laughed. “I like you just fine in your sloppy sneakers.”
“You’re sweet,” I told him, suddenly in a serious mood as I reached over and touched his cheek.
“You’re mine,” he said with utter sincerity, pulling the car into a parking spot close to his apartment.
We pretended to be trick-or-treaters and Saylor answered the door with a bowl full of candy. She pouted a little when she saw it was just us instead of a bevy of cute children dressed like Disney characters.
“What are you thinking?” Chase asked as he grabbed a Three Musketeers bar. “There’s nothing but college kids around here, Say. Not real kids.”
Saylor shrugged moodily. She was dressed in a long black gown and cape. I guessed that the plastic fangs in her mouth made her a vampire.
“BAH!” Chase screamed as Cord rounded the corner. “Now there’s something scary!”
“Why’s that, junior?” Cord challenged, pushing his hand into Saylor’s candy bowl and hunting around until he found a bag of M&M’s. He tore open the bag with a smile. “You mean because I can beat the shit out of you with one hand tied behind my back?”
Chase looked like he was aiming to head butt his brother while Cord circled him and I started feeling like I was in the middle of a National Geographic scene. Saylor took my arm and led me to the living room.
“Boys,” she sighed as the Battle of the Gentrys began in the hallway. “Don’t worry, those two will knock each other around a little but they’ll come out laughing.”
Saylor motioned for me to sit beside her on the couch. The wall shook behind us as one of the brothers body slammed the other.
“Get your fat head off my balls!” Cord shouted.