Yeah, with my negative-balance bank account.
“Uh, no.” I cleared my throat. “I’m sure I have something. Just going for Shiv.”
We joined in their drinking game, playing together and sharing a beer because I didn’t understand the rules and didn’t want to get drunk. A few rounds later, I excused myself to use the bathroom. The one on the main floor was occupied by someone throwing up, so Kyle directed me upstairs to the other bathroom.
After drying my hands, I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. A wall of solid muscle with mischievous dark eyes stopped me.
Chase gave me a crooked smile. “Hi.”
“Hi.” My breath caught as he placed his hands on my hips and took a step forward, steering me into the bathroom. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you alone.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?” He closed the door behind him and locked it, then flipped on one set of lights, bathing the bathroom in a dim glow.
“But there are people downstairs.”
“Not sure if you noticed, but they’re all too plastered to even realize we’re gone.” His eyes danced. “Besides, that’s what makes it hot.”
I drew in a breath. “I—”
“Unless you don’t want me to make good on all that teasing.” Warm hands slid under my shirt, fingers digging into my skin. Liquid heat pooled between my legs. “But teasing you gets me worked up too, so between that and the truck, I really need to fuck you. And I’m pretty sure you feel the same way.”
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
Chase backed me up against the counter. “Can you be quiet for me, baby?”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Guess you’re going to have to try.”
With his lips on mine, he leveled me with a demanding kiss. Time sped up, our mouths and hands moving in a blur. Desire crashed over me as I fumbled with his belt, unfastening it and his jeans. His hands slid down the curve of my hips, taking my pants and underwear with them.
Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he set me on the counter and spread my legs. I splayed my hands across his lower back, trying to pull him closer to me, but he stopped short.
He dipped his head, mouth beside my ear. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say fuck me, please. Or maybe I want your cock buried deep inside my pussy. I need specific instructions about what you want me to do.”
The throb between my legs verged on painful. I wanted those things. Very badly. Verbalizing them was another story.
“I can’t say that,” I breathed.
“Oh, I think you can.” He palmed my breasts and squeezed. “Otherwise, we’ll both be left hanging. And I don’t think either of us wants that.”
“I…want you.”
His gaze held mine, predatory and expectant. “Want me to what?”
Breath coming out in tiny pants, I watched him for a beat. He placed his hands on my bare upper thighs, waiting. My heart pounded against my ribcage. I was too turned on to be self-conscious. I needed him.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Good girl.” He gripped my hips roughly and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter, simultaneously pushing inside me. Pleasure instantly surged through my body, going from zero to sixty for the third time today.
“Oh god,” I whispered, arching my back against him.
One hand spanned my lower back, holding me in place, while the other slid up the back of my neck and grabbed a fistful of hair at the roots. I tried to stifle a moan as he moved against me, staying deep and hitting the perfect spot.
“Can I pull your hair a little harder?” he asked, voice low.
“Mm-hmm.”
His grip tightened, tugging in a way that pulled me deeper into him, into the ecstasy he created. At my ear, he murmured, “You take it so well for me.”
Chase thrust harder, changing the angle and sending the pleasure past the limits of what I could tolerate. My vision turned fuzzy, and I buried my face in his shoulder to quiet myself.
As I hit the peak, he angled my face up to his and planted a scorching kiss on my lips, muffling my cries. My nails dug into his skin as pleasure spilled over in a wave. It was bright, blinding, all-consuming. I lost awareness of everything but what he was doing to my body.
Just as it was starting to recede, he thrust into me harder. Both of his hands flew to my waist, and he pulled me against him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Then he stilled, dropping his forehead against mine. Drawing in a shaky breath, I placed my palms on his chest, feeling his heart pound against his ribcage. While not all that risqué, it was the most public thing I’d done—ever. And I’d liked it.
Pulling back, he studied me, biting his knuckle with a grin. “You look freshly fucked, baby.”
“You might want to look in the mirror before you get too cocky there, Carter.”
He glanced at his reflection and laughed. “Good point.”
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CHAPTER 44
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SURE DOES
Bailey
On the way home a few hours later, I curled up against the passenger door, eyelids heavy with looming sleep. But that didn’t stop Chase from grilling me about my run-in with Luke.
As we drove, the streetlights cast flickers of shadows across Chase’s profile. Reluctantly, I gave him the whole story, including the part where Luke called me a slut. The more I spoke, the more his face clouded over with anger. Not just anger—rage. His grip on the steering wheel got tighter and tighter, the cords in his neck tensing to match.
“Then he drove away,” I finished.
“Fuck!” Chase smacked the steering wheel with his open palm. “I’m going to snap his neck like a twig.”
He drew in a breath and let out a low growl. “Maybe break his legs first,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Or his fingers. One at a time. Pull out some teeth with pliers too.”
After his verbal rampage, he fell silent for several moments. I stole a glance at him but didn’t know what to say. He was on a precariously short leash, especially given that he was operating a motor vehicle. It wasn’t that he was flying off the handle. Just the opposite. An eerie, overly quiet calm had settled over him. The kind that meant something lethal was brewing beneath the surface.
“I hope you know I’m not mad at you,” Chase said quietly. “Just at him and what he did.”
“I know.” But part of me felt strangely guilty that he was so upset.
“Has he texted you since I wrote him back from your phone?” His tone was unnaturally even. “I need the truth.”
“No.” Chase’s threats tended to put Luke off temporarily. It just never stuck.
“Are you sure?”
“Promise. I can show you if you want.”
“You need to block him, baby.”
“Good call.” I yawned. “I will now that I’ve moved.”
Chase added, “Better yet, change your number so he can’t contact you from someone else’s phone. And for the love of god, no more attending games alone. Please.”
“Deal. On both counts.”
Getting a new number would be a hassle, which was why I’d been resistant initially, but Chase was right—Luke wasn’t above using other people’s phones to contact me. I knew that from experience. A clean slate was worth the inconvenience.