“Fuck,” I moan and rock my hips. Chase buries his head in my breasts, as his hands run up and down my back. He takes one of my breasts in his mouth, teeth gently nipping my flesh.
I lean forward, throwing a hand out to catch the wall and keep from tumbling off, and thrust hard against Chase. We bounce on the ball, driving his cock deeper into me. I moan and Chase bucks his hips, then starts fucking me hard and fast. My breasts bounce in his face and his fingers dig into my waist.
“You are so fucking hot,” he groans and my muscles tighten. The orgasm starts from deep within, exploding within me and making my toes curl and ears ring. Chase presses me against him, breathing hard as he comes, and feeling his cock pulsing inside me is so hot I almost come again. Panting, Chase lowers us to the floor.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I meant to pull out.”
“I didn’t think about it either,” I confess. Pulling out has been our method of birth control the last week or so. “I like feeling you come. Is that weird?”
“Fuck no. That’s hot.” Chase brushes my hair out of my eyes and kisses me.
“I have a doctor’s appointment next week to get back on the pill. I tried to get her to just phone in the script but I’m due for my annual so I have to go in.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Loads.” Thunder echoes outside and rain falls down hard against the roof. “Oh, shit,” I say and sit up. “I opened the bedroom windows to let in the breeze and never closed them.”
Chase gets to his feet and grabs his boxers. “I’ll close them.”
“Thanks.”
He steps into his boxers and rushes downstairs. I take my time getting up and moving downstairs, going straight to the bathroom to clean myself up.
“Want to take a shower with me?” I ask Chase. “Before the storm hits.”
“You can’t shower in a storm?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You could get electrocuted that way if the lightning hit.”
“That sounds like an old wives’ tale.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s true,” I say and turn on the water. “So we have to hurry.”
“You’re lucky I already fucked you.” He comes into the bathroom and runs his eyes up and down my body. “You are beautiful, Sierra.”
We get in the shower and wash quickly. Since Chase had planned on staying the night with me, he brought clothes. We change into PJs and go into the kitchen.
“I have homemade cheesecake from my parents,” I start and open the fridge. “Do you want any?”
“Yeah, sounds good.”
I pull the dish from the fridge not a moment too soon. Thunder booms and the power goes out.
“Hang on,” I say and feel my way to the kitchen sink, dropping down and opening the cabinet beneath it. I turn on a flashlight and use it to locate my candles.
“Those lanterns come in handy,” Chase says after we stick candles in them throughout the house.
“I know, right? I’ve been told I have too many as decorations, but look at this. So practical. The cats won’t get into the flames this way.”
The wind is blowing against the back of the house, so we take our cheesecake and a blanket to the front porch. We sit close together on the bench, eating in silence as we watch the storm rage on around us.
I look at Chase as lightning flashes, illuminating his handsome face. Lisa is wrong. There is nothing off about him. At all. And if there were…I don’t think I’d care.
Chapter 20
Chase
“The twins are measuring a week ahead. Melissa is getting induced Friday unless she goes into labor before then,” Josh tells me. It’s Monday night and the bar is slow, as expected. The regulars are all here, drinking away their problems like usual.
“Is that a good thing to measure ahead?”
“It’s not bad, and actually matches with what we thought was the original conception date.”
“You remember the day?”
Josh lets out a snort of laughter. “Unlike you, I wasn’t getting it every night. Dakota went through a phase of only falling asleep if she was held and would end up in our bed. Melissa and I didn’t get many opportunities. We took what we could get, and it resulted in identical twins.”
“They weren’t planned?” I can’t help but ask. Accidental pregnancies might be on my mind.
“Eh, not really, but we knew we wanted another kid someday. It happened sooner than we expected, though with pulling out being our lazy way of preventing, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”
His words hit me and I feel the blood drain from my face.
“Y’all too?” he laughs. “What the fuck are you thinking? You know that shit doesn’t really work. I’m surprised Sierra lets you—nope, don’t want to go there.”
And now I’m laughing. “I can’t even fucking think about it.”
“I hope you don’t have to, but seriously, did you miss sex ed in school? Or maybe you’re hoping for a little Chase. You and Sierra would make nice babies.”
“Not fucking funny, dude.”
“Oh it is. To me.” Josh turns and goes to another customer, and a group of middle-aged women come in the doors making a beeline to the bar. One sees me, smiles, and keeps walking, but the other two come to a standstill. Smiles realizes her friends stopped, and turns, wondering what’s going on. They shake their heads and look at me, trying to warn Smiles about something. She rolls her eyes and comes up, ordering three beers.
Now that she’s in front of me, I recognize her as one of the waitresses from Suzy’s cafe. Her hair is down now, and she has quite a bit of makeup on. I bring them their drinks and move away, wiping up spilled whiskey. Over the music, I can hear the women talking.
“Sierra Belmont is dating him,” one whispers.
“How did he land a Belmont?” another quips. “I mean, he’s good-looking, but—” Her voice is cut off by laughter coming from the opposite end of the bar.
“Sierra’s a smart girl, if she feels safe around him, we should too,” the waitress says firmly, and I wipe the same spot over again just to listen. They turn their conversation to the upcoming Fourth of July festival. I move on, and the night goes by slowly. Around ten o’clock, Melissa calls Josh and says she’s not feeling well. Apologizing more than once for making me close by myself, he leaves in a rush and texts me an hour later to say they think Melissa is in labor and are headed up to the hospital now.
I’m happy for my brother and excited to have two nephews that I’ll know from the start this time around. By eleven-thirty, the bar is empty except for the local drunks, and after finding them rides home, I close down and am upstairs by midnight. I text Sierra, not wanting to call and wake her up, then get in the shower.
I check my phone before going to bed. Sierra hasn’t texted me back, leading me to assume she’s sleeping. Thinking about her lying in bed, eyes closed, looking innocent yet still sexy as fuck at the same time brings a smile to my face.
With the image of Sierra on my mind, I open my voicemail. Sierra and I have a good thing going. I need to delete these messages and pretend it never happened. Or maybe I should listen to them one more time, commit them to memory so I don’t fuck up again.