Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I think you’re melting my brain. You’re making me crazy. I need inside you.”
I thrust up into his mouth. “I need that too.”
Chase pulled off, slowly fondling my cock as he reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the lube and a condom. He tossed the rubber onto the bed and let go of me long enough to squirt some lube onto his fingers, then traced my hole.
A shiver rocked through me. I pulled my legs back, and he growled again, pushing a slick finger inside me.
“More,” I begged, and Chase obliged, pulling out, then working two fingers in.
“So sexy. Christ, you don’t know what you do to me.”
Chase worked me open, and fuck, it felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I didn’t need all the prep. I needed him. “Fuck me.” I pushed against him, riding his fingers. “Fuck me, Chase.”
He ran his hand down my chest, my stomach, and I arched up into his touch. “Holy fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, then pulled his fingers free.
He ripped open the condom and rolled it down, squirted more lube onto his shaft, and then he was leaning over me again, our eyes locked as his cock stretched my hole, past the first ring of muscle. I melted against him, savored the growing feeling of being full as he continued to work his way in deep.
Chase.
Chase, who knew I loved him and was still here.
Chase, who wanted to be with me, who wanted to tell Griff about us.
Chase, who said he didn’t want to lose me.
The Chase I’d loved my whole life and didn’t think I would ever have.
The truth swelled inside me, radiated through every inch of my body as Chase fucked into me. He called me his baby boy and told me how good my hole was for him, how much he loved being inside me, and it was almost like an out-of-body experience. Like my mind was fuzzy and all I was made up of was feeling.
Of Chase inside me, and on me, and God, I loved him so much.
“Hey…you okay?” he asked, his cock lodged in deep.
“Yes. Unless you’re going to stop fucking me. Then I won’t be okay at all.”
Chase smiled and kissed me. He lifted me, his dick still in my hole. My legs wrapped around him as he maneuvered his way onto the bed. It wasn’t smooth, and eventually he fell out, but then he knelt in the center of the mattress, arms around me, the backs of my thighs on the tops of his, and pushed back in.
“Best hole I ever had,” he said, and then he was fucking into me hard. Our breathing picked up, and my whole body shook. We were sweaty and holding each other, our eyes locked as Chase took me. My balls were full and tight, and each time he thrust into me, precome spilled from my slit.
“You gonna come for me, baby boy? Think I can make you spill your load without a hand on your cock?”
“Fuck yes,” I replied because damn it, I was already there.
He slid one hand to my hip and pressed against the tattoo there, rubbed it as he kept thrusting into me, and then he smiled, and Jesus, he looked so happy, so fucking gorgeous, that when he pumped his hips again, fucking me just right, my eyes fell closed and color exploded behind my lids. My body shook and broke apart as I shot all over my stomach.
Chase’s hold on me tightened, his teeth went into my neck as he thrust up and trembled, and I knew he was coming too, wished he was spilling in my body instead of the condom.
Later, after we got rid of the condom, we lay naked in bed together, Chase’s fingers traveling up and down my spine. “I need to be the one to do it…to tell Griff.”
I turned so I could look at him. “We can do it together.”
“If you want to, but I really think it should be me alone. I know Griff. He needs to hear it from me.”
“Okay.” I nodded, trusting him.
“I’ll ask him to go fishing with me next weekend and tell him then.”
I kissed Chase, not wanting to talk about my brother, just wanting to savor this moment between the two of us.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Chase
Kellan was in love with me.
The thought hadn’t left my brain since he’d told me the night before. He was in love with me, said he had been, well, since he was a kid. I couldn’t stop thinking about how it must have felt when I’d left him all those years ago. When I’d run away, because that was exactly what I had done.
Yes, I’d had plans to go into the Marines already. I’d wanted to do something with my life and knew I never would if I didn’t leave Havenwood, but there was no sense in trying to fool myself into believing I hadn’t run from Kellan. If that night hadn’t happened, I would have kept in touch with him too and I would have come home to visit.