“Do you like it when I touch you like this?”
“Mm-hmm.” My eyelids drifted shut, and I whimpered again, hips tilting against his hand. I could barely stay upright, let alone dirty talk back to him.
Pressure built between my legs as he continued to tease me in the most exquisite form of torture. I leaned back against the counter, letting out another moan.
“Fuck. I love when you make sounds for me.”
I grabbed his hand, hips arching against his touch. I was so close to an orgasm I could practically see it. Could almost reach out and touch it. Chase slowed down, keeping me on the verge, and a growl of frustration escaped the back of my throat in response.
“Not yet.” His warm breath fanned across my neck.
I peeked up at him. “But I’m right there.”
“I know.” Chase grinned. “You have a tell.”
I do?
“What is it?”
He shook his head, deep brown eyes gleaming. “Can’t give away all my secrets. I just know.”
I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingers slid against me again, holding me on the edge without release. Another growl of frustration followed.
“You’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
“Oh my god.” I whimpered. “You’re mean.” I wasn’t used to being bothered in this way, either. Before Chase, it had been the frustration of trying to capture the ever-elusive orgasm. Now he was purposely keeping it away?
“You can say red and I’ll stop teasing you. I’ll let you have what you want right now. Otherwise, I’m not letting you come until I say so.”
“When’s that going to be?”
“When I fuck you. Later.” He kissed me on the cheek. “But we should probably get going. I want to stop by my house to change.”
I blew out a breath. How was it possible to be turned on and annoyed at the same time?
“I think I might hate you right now.”
Chase smirked. “No, you don’t.”
“Let’s swing by the liquor store,” Chase said, signaling and making a left turn as we pulled away from his place.
“But you’re driving.”
“Not planning on drinking much. Just have a policy against showing up places empty-handed.”
Minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot and scanned the rows of parking spaces with a frown. They were all occupied, probably because of the movie theater in the same commercial complex. Finally, he found a vacant spot nearly a block away.
The radio cut away from the sports talk show we were listening to.
“Breaking news on the sex tape scandal for NHL player Matthew Stevens,” the announcer said. “Stevens allegedly recorded a second unidentified woman without her consent while they were engaged in sexual activity. Criminal charges are now pending.”
Matthew Stevens was an up-and-coming hockey prodigy one year older than Chase. He was on track to be the next Sidney Crosby in terms of his skill and style of gameplay. Now it looked like his career might be over before it started.
“Yikes.” I turned down the volume quickly. Definitely didn’t need to think about that right now. Or ever.
“No kidding.” Chase grimaced as he pulled into the lone vacant spot. “Something like that could end his career.”
And hers too—whoever she was. The news was keeping her identity anonymous for now, but if criminal charges went ahead, it would be revealed eventually. Then his lawyers would probably drag her name and reputation through the mud any way possible.
Not to mention that everyone she knew could go to PornPlace—or whatever it was called—and watch her most intimate moments. Horrifying.
A prickle of anxiety crept back into the corner of my brain. I’d pushed the sex tape blind item to the back of my mind until now, but I was getting paranoid again.
There was no way that had anything to do with me.
Couldn’t.
I hoped.
Fifteen minutes later, Chase pulled up in front of a blue two-story house in a newer development. It wasn’t as impressive as the one he lived in with Dallas and Ty, but it was still nicer than the average college student accommodations.
He parked against the curb and killed the ignition. Unbuckling my seat belt, I shifted in my seat, moving closer to him and placing a hand on his thigh.
Payback time.
“Before we go in,” I said, “tell me more about your truck sex fantasy.”
His gaze fell to my hand, then lifted up to my face. He gave me a devilish smile. “What about it?”
“Where would this take place?” I slid my palm higher up his jean-clad leg. “I mean, in theory.”
“Lots of quiet areas out where my mom lives. Maybe around Thanksgiving, we could take a little detour…”
“Mmm,” I hummed, moving higher. “We should definitely do that.”
Chase shifted his weight, drawing in a breath; now I had him going.
“Dammit.” He shook his head.
“What?”
“You know what. You’re making me horny before we have to go inside.”
“Call it payback, Carter.” I gave him a look. “Besides, you’re always horny.”
“Of course I am,” he said. “Look at you.”
Everyone was bombed by the time we showed up. Dallas and Siobhan had gotten drunk on expensive wine at dinner with his parents—Shiv in particular, and she was talking so loudly I could hear her from the next room. And reportedly, the majority of the guests had been playing beer pong for a good portion of the night. Based on the noise level, it showed.
Chase steered me into the kitchen and quickly introduced me to Kyle Penner. He had wavy, reddish-blond hair and didn’t look familiar to me, but a lot of the guys looked different off the ice.
But the girl with him did look familiar. Dark hair, very pretty, petite. She was the girl hanging off Chase at the rink after the game against Callingwood. Kristen. I wasn’t her biggest fan, and there was definitely history between her and Chase.
After an awkward exchange, we headed into the living room where a group of people was playing a drinking game with cards. Tyler and the girl he’d brought were making out on a couch in the corner while his hand crept dangerously high underneath her short skirt. I had to avert my eyes to avoid seeing straight up it.
“Bailey!” Shiv squealed, waving us over. We squeezed onto the couch beside her and Dallas. “Are we still going shopping for the gala this weekend?”
Right. The gala. In the chaos of the move, I had forgotten. It was a big charity event that the hockey community put on for the Children’s Hospital Foundation. We were sharing a table with Dallas and Shiv, Ty and his date, and another couple.
It sounded nice—and fancy, which was a slight issue for me in terms of the dress code. But I would figure it out. Maybe via Zara or Noelle’s closet.
“Yup.”
By we, I meant I would accompany her and watch while spending zero dollars.
“I can’t wait,” she said. “I love dress shopping.”
Dallas chortled. “You love shopping, period. Even grocery shopping with you is an event.”
Shiv rolled her eyes, taking a sip of beer. “You have more shoes than I do, Dal.”
Chase nudged me. “Are you going to buy something sexy for me?”