“Church, to watch your niece in the children’s choir. One of my nieces is in it too. Maybe they know—”
Chase kisses me, and my heart skips a beat. “Sorry. I’m failing at resisting you.”
I keep my face close to his so that our noses are touching. “I don’t mind that one bit.”
“What do you wear to church?”
“Most people our age dress rather casual now,” I explain. “The older crowd still puts on ‘church clothes,’ and I usually wear a dress. But I wear dresses because they’re comfortable. You could get away with nice jeans and a button-up shirt. If you want to be safe, wear dress pants with that shirt. No tie needed.”
“Sounds good. I’m not a morning person.”
“I’m not either. If we each set an alarm, we’ll be safe.”
“I’m going to be tempted to hit snooze and stay in bed with you.”
I groan, feeling heat spread inside me. “I can be easily swayed, you know.”
“Nothing about you is easy, Sierra. And I like that.”
I rest my head on his chest again, listening to his slow, steady heartbeat.
“Are you tired?” he asks.
“I should be, but I’m not. You?”
“Same. Even if I was, I’d stay up.”
I close my eyes, feeling my heart swell in my chest. Chase is everything I ever wanted in a man, even before Jake. The things he says, the unapologetic way he lets me know how I make him feel, the way he’s honest with me, his patience and understanding of my harrowed past, how he makes me laugh…
“I think I hear the chupacabras in the distance,” he murmurs.
“I do too.” I sit up, turning to the window. “Sounds like they got a kill. We can go onto the screened-in porch for a better listen if you’d like.”
“I would.”
We move to the back porch, and Chase takes my hand, listening to the coyotes yip and howl for several minutes before moving on, and the chorus of crickets and katydids envelope us in the night.
“It’s so loud yet so relaxing.” Chase turns his gaze from the dark yard to me.
“I love it. I missed it so much when I was at college I’d play those relaxation soundtracks at night so I could sleep.”
“If I was used to it, I’d miss it too.”
I bite my lip, staring into Chase’s eyes. His words echo in my mind, about how he never stays in one place for a long enough time for it to feel like home, and I’m hit with a sudden desperation for him to stay. I hesitate, scared he doesn’t feel as strongly as I do in this moment. I close my eyes, inhale, and slowly let my breath out.
Three…two…one…
“Maybe you will get used to it.”
He steps in, angling his body to mine, and rests his hands on my waist. I hook mine over his shoulders.
“Maybe I will.” He rests his forehead against mine, and everything stands still. He gently kisses me, then breaks away, takes a fistful of my hair and pulls it to the side, moving my head over and exposing my neck right where I like to be kissed. He bites and sucks at my flesh, and a shiver travels through me. I bring my hands down to his hips and he takes them both, bringing them behind my back. Holding my hands hostage with one of his, he plunges the other hand inside my shorts, deft fingers sweeping across my hot center.
I moan, wriggling against him, and try to free my hands. His grip tightens, and he puts his lips back to my mouth, kissing me like his life depends on it. He rubs my clit and my breath hitches as desire winds tighter and tighter inside me. Unable to move my hands and touch him, my need for a release doubles and I’m panting, desperate for more.
Chase circles my clit with his finger before pushing it inside me, making me gasp. He presses against my inner walls again and again, then moves his fingers back to my sensitive clit, making my knees weak. I’m getting wetter by the second, and when my muscles start to contract, Chase releases my hands. I grab onto his shoulders, keeping myself upright as the orgasm runs through me.
Chase doesn’t let up, and it’s almost too much to handle. He hooks his free arm around me, keeping me from falling to the floor. I loudly moan and curl my fingers into his bare flesh, legs trembling. Not giving me a moment to catch my breath, he closes the distance between us, and his hard cock presses into my belly. I groan again, still feeling the effects of the orgasm running rampant in my body.
His arms go around me and he lifts me up, carrying me back a few paces and setting me down next to the hammock.
“Take your pants off,” he instructs, voice deep and full of lust.
My fingers tremble and I look right into Chase’s eyes as I pull down my fabric shorts. I’m not wearing underwear, but Chase already found that out when he finger-fucked me. Still, the sight seems to take him by surprise and I think he’s going to lay me down and have his way with me right now.
Instead, he has me sit on the edge of the hammock and he drops to his knees, putting my legs over his shoulders.
“Lay back,” he orders, and my heart starts hammering away the moment I do. The hammock swings forward, bringing my core to Chase’s face. His tongue lashes against me and I cry out. Twisting the ropes of the hammock in my hands, I lift my head and watch Chase. Minutes later, I toss my head back as I come again, so hard it makes my vision blackout.
This time, Chase settles next to me, gently stroking the inside of my thigh until my heart stops racing and I can breathe again. I twist in the hammock and kiss him. We’re laying sideways on the hammock, with our legs dangling over the edge. I slide my hand down Chase’s stomach, pushing the elastic band of the pajama pants out of the way. I pump his cock in my hand a few times before I move over, straddling him.
Chase keeps his feet planted on the ground and his hands on my waist to steady me as I position his cock under me. We lock eyes as I move down, pushing his hardness into me. Chase lets out a moan, which turns me on all over again. He slides a hand up under my T-shirt, thumb circling my nipple.
I lean forward onto him, trying to fuck him but not flip us over in the hammock at the same time. My movements are more of a grind than a thrust, but I don’t think Chase minds. His breathing quickens and suddenly he picks me up and moves us to the ground, where he lays over top of me and drives his cock in and out of me hard and fast until he comes.
His head drops against mine. Both panting, we lay there for a minute trying to catch our breath. My wind chimes ring out around us as a cool breeze blows through the night.
“That was fun,” I pant, curling my legs up and giving his ass a squeeze.
“I’d do it again.” He gives me a cheeky grin and gets up, grabbing my shorts and tossing them to me. I clean myself up the best I can before I stand. We go inside and into my bedroom. Chase sits on the bed while I use the bathroom, emerging in a new pair of pajamas.
“Now I’m tired,” I say, sitting on the bed next to him.
“Me too.”
“So,” he starts, putting his arm around me. “I came inside you. Twice.”
“Oh, yeah. Um…” I stopped taking birth control after Jake died. There was no point. I’ve never had a regular cycle, and keeping track of when my period is due has fallen to the wayside with everything else going on. But I do know it’s been at least three weeks. I should get it soon. Fuck. I hope so. “I don’t have anything. And the chances or getting pregnant are against us, right?”