Giving Chase Read online Riley Hart (Havenwood #1)

Categories Genre: Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Havenwood Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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Because it means more to me than it does to you. Because I didn’t want to go. Because you still see me as a responsibility.

“You can say it, Chase. That’s what we did. We fucked. We fucked, and then I left because there was no reason to stay. I called Josh, and as you can see, I’m fine. I didn’t get lost along the way or anything.”

He groaned, dropping his head back against the seat. “Of course you called him.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means you can call him, but you can’t ask me. You don’t mind him being there for you, but I’m a prick if I want to? Excuse me if I think it makes me a nice guy to bring someone home—someone who doesn’t have a car with them, I might add—after I sleep with them.”

Oh, this was rich. How did he not get it? I felt like I was on a merry-go-round. “Because Josh is there for me for completely different reasons than you are! He’s my friend. It’s a give and take. He doesn’t think I’m helpless or someone he has to look after. Get a clue, Chase. He wants me around.”

I was breathing heavily, half regretting what I said but half proud as well, as we sat there staring at each other. It seemed like hours passed, but it likely wasn’t even a minute.

His eyes darkened. His jaw was tight, a tick in the right side of it, before he opened his mouth and said, “I want you around, Kell. If you haven’t noticed, I want you too much.”

He wanted me too much? That definitely wasn’t possible. My brain short-circuited, unable to process the words. I mean, I was a good fuck, but this sounded…different, like he wasn’t just talking about being inside me. His words had slid across my skin like a caress, and I could still feel them there, lingering, pleasuring.

And then…then Chase Hawthorne grabbed me, pulled me toward him, and crushed our mouths together.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Chase

I was pretty sure Kellan Caine fried my brain. I couldn’t be around him without making stupid decisions, but when we touched, it was easier to forget all the reasons we shouldn’t. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he moaned before sucking on it. His hand tightened in my hair as he pulled me closer yet somehow crawled over and onto my lap at the same time. It was a tight fit because of the steering wheel, but I didn’t care. It made me closer to him, and damned if I didn’t want that. Maybe even needed it.

Our clothes were wet and uncomfortable, made worse when my cock swelled beneath him, but he was rocking on me and kissing me like his life depended on it, and yeah, everything else went haywire, my synapses misfiring, and all I could think was Kellan, Kellan, Kellan. My hand roamed down his chest, around his body, as I tried to sneak it down the back of his wet jeans.

A roll of thunder rocked across the sky, and suddenly it was as if that had woken us both up. Kellan jerked his mouth away, and I cursed because what the fuck was I doing? I was mauling the guy in my truck, in the parking lot of the store I’d arrested my father in.

“Realization hit that you’re kissing your best friend’s brother again?” Kellan asked with what sounded like bitterness in his voice.

“No, actually. Griff was the furthest thing from my mind, which I’ll remind you, makes me an asshole. I remembered the fact that I’m an officer of the law, and that I was about ready to strip you bare and fuck you in the parking lot of Grant’s Grocery.”

“You want to fuck me again?” Kellan asked, and I shook my head. Damned if I could keep myself from smiling too.

“That’s what you focus on?”

“It’s a good thing to focus on.”

I grabbed his hand and made him cup my hard cock. “Feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside you,” I admitted. See? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I couldn’t seem to help myself where he was concerned, and I was tired of trying.

Kellan sighed, then climbed off my lap and back into his seat. “I want you again too,” he said softly.

“Then why’d you leave?” I hated the vulnerability in my voice. It had no business being there. Having sex was supposed to make this craving for him go away.

“I told you why I left.”

“Bullshit. I don’t see you as a responsibility. I thought we were friends, and the fact that I hated waking up to an empty bed means I still want you. I wanted you that morning, and I want you now, and I’m not sure what in the fuck to do about it.”


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