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)
He was so sweet. How could I not love him?
“Yes. That’s okay. So what do we do now?” We were in a strange place, Chase and I, and it wasn’t as easy as deciding to date and doing it. We had Griff to worry about, and this was Havenwood. I had no idea if Chase even wanted to be out here.
“We figure out a way to tell Griff about us. That we’re…hell, dating, I guess? That word feels wrong, but I don’t know how else to say it.”
Jesus, I thought my stupid heart was going to jump out of my chest. “Really? You want to be with me and to tell Griff?”
I hated the vulnerability in my voice, but again, I didn’t know how to not be vulnerable with Chase. It was something that had always been there, my feelings for him a truth I’d always known.
“Is that okay with you? Is that what you want? I don’t want to assume.”
“Yes.”
Any other possible words were cut off by Chase’s mouth coming down hard on mine. My arms went around his shoulders, my hands in his hair, and Chase lifted me as he kissed me. My legs wrapped around his waist, and we kept kissing as he walked toward the porch stairs. His foot caught and he tripped, making us almost fall, and then we were laughing while kissing, and there was nothing in the world that tasted better than Chase Hawthorne’s laugh.
I slid out of his arms and onto my feet. “I think I better walk.”
“You don’t want to try and carry me?” Chase teased, waggling his eyebrows.
“Um…no.”
He unlocked the door and kicked it closed behind us. He reached for me, but I jerked away. He cocked his head as if he was surprised at first, but then I ran toward his room and he started chasing me.
I kicked out of my shoes and jumped onto his bed, and then his body was covering mine. My legs were hanging off the side of the mattress, and Chase was leaning over me, kissing me and thrusting his groin against mine. “God, you feel so good, baby boy. Why do you feel so goddamned good?” He lifted my right leg, and I wrapped it around him as Chase’s hand slid down to palm my ass.
“You feel good too, and I still really like it when you call me that.”
“You like being my baby boy?” He kissed down my neck, then knelt and shoved my shirt up to kiss my stomach.
“Oh God, yes.” There was nothing in the world like it.
Chase unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then tugged them off along with my underwear. I pulled my shirt over my head, and he growled when his eyes latched on to the finger marks on my arm.
“Be good. My cock is right here, and you’re worried about my arm?” I turned his head so he was facing my dick.
That seemed to snap him out of it, and he leaned forward. Instead of putting his mouth on my erection, he kissed the tattoo on my hip. “I don’t know what it is about this thing.”
Okay…well, I’d already told him I loved him, so I figured there was no use in holding anything back now. “It’s because it’s for you.”
His brown gaze caught mine.
“I got it afterward. When you grabbed me and pulled me to your lap? Well, you know I bruise easily, and there was a fingerprint there. I got the heart tattooed over it.” That was embarrassing to admit, how much that one moment had meant to me, how much Chase had always meant to me, but I couldn’t take it back and didn’t want to. My body flushed with heat as his eyes held mine as though they had some magical power over me and I couldn’t turn away.
“Kell… I… What did I do to deserve you loving me that way?” He really sounded at a loss, like he couldn’t understand why he was so special.
I shrugged. “You’re you.”
He rubbed his fingers over the tattoo as if he couldn’t turn away, then leaned in and kissed it again. “You got me all tied up. Not sure I’ll ever be untangled from you.” Chase’s breath ghosted over my sac, making me tremble.
His eyes didn’t leave mine as he licked my balls, sucked one, then the other into his mouth. He still watched me as his tongue made a journey along my shaft, until he got to my crown, which he sucked into his mouth.
“Oh God, Chase. You feel so good.”
He jerked me as he blew me, our eyes never disconnecting. I felt his stare like a touch, the gentlest of caresses all over my body. Chase worked my rod, stroking it and sucking it, my body writhing beneath him. There was nothing like the sight of Chase on his knees for me, my dick in his mouth as he looked at me in a way he never had—hell, in a way no one ever had before.