“Come in,” Chase says. “And be quiet.”
“Why?” the guy asks, stepping into the living room. Early morning sun illuminates his face. He’s almost as tall as Chase, and just as built. His dark hair is cut short and he has a fresh bruise on his cheek. I step out of the doorway and into the hall.
“Chase?”
“Oh,” the guy says, eyeballing me. “Fuck you, Henson. If this is your inbred cousin, I’m jealous.”
Chase rolls his eyes. “This is my girlfriend, Sierra. Sierra, this is Jax, an old friend. He’s going to stay for a few days until he gets something settled.”
I’m by Chase’s side now, and he puts his arm around me. I stare at Jax for a few seconds, trying my hardest not to stereotype. He shares few characteristics with Chase apart from being tall and muscular. Where Chase is good-looking, Jax is harsh. Weathered. Chase’s hazel eyes soften when we speak and are full of emotions. Jax’s are dark, and void of anything you could mistake as a feeling. He has a look about him that makes me not want to trust him, that makes me think he’s trouble. A criminal.
“Why are you here so early?” I ask.
“I’d love to know the same,” Chase echoes, holding me closer to him, like he doesn’t want Jax to go near me.
“It wasn’t as long of a drive from the airport to here as I expected,” Jax tells us and sets his suitcase down. He takes a minute to size up the apartment, then goes to the fridge. Aware that Jax has stared at my breasts more than once in the minute we’ve met, I go into the bedroom to put on a bra. Chase follows me, closing the door behind him.
“Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think he’d be here now. He called last night and said he was on his way to Miami and was going to stop by. I assumed he was driving and wouldn’t be anywhere near here until much later. I meant to talk to you about it today.”
“It’s okay. He’s your friend. You don’t have to explain it to me.”
“I feel bad about it.”
“Don’t.” I yawn and stick my bra inside my top, sliding the straps up over my arms.
“Go back to bed,” Chase tells me. “You have to get up for work in a few hours. I’ll rub your back to help you fall back asleep.”
“I’m not tired right now.” I check the time on my phone. “We could go out for breakfast soon. Just let me shower and get dressed.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Yeah. You know I like breakfast, and I’m sure Jax is hungry if he came in from the airport.”
Chase looks at me for a second before smiling, but his eyes don’t convey the happiness. He takes me in his arms, muscles tense. I hook my arms around him and he relaxes, resting his head against mine.
Then he suddenly kisses me, hard, fast, and desperate.
“I want you to know,” he whispers, pulling back just enough so he can talk. His forehead rests against mine. “How happy you’ve made me.”
His words sound like a goodbye as if he’s preparing to go off into battle and we might not meet again.
“You make me happy too,” I say and then it hits me. Hard. So hard I’m gripping Chase as if my life depends on it. I close my eyes, bracing for the familiar sinking feeling. I’ve grown so used to the sinking below the surface, the air on my skin sends a shock through my system as it hits me.
I’m no longer drowning.
Chase has been my life preserver, and so much more than that. He brought me back. Lifted me from the murky depths of the darkest water and breathed life back into me. Tears spring to my eyes and I need to kiss Chase again.
Not want, but need.
“I honestly didn’t think I’d feel happy again,” I confess, voice hardly a whisper. “And I am.”
“I always hoped you’d get a happy ending,” he replies. His words don’t make sense, but I’m not going to overthink it. Not now. We kiss again and fall back onto the bed, with Chase between my legs. His cock starts to harden against me and everything wells up inside. All the emotion. All the pain. It’s too much. If we don’t find an outlet we’re both going to explode.
Chase pulls my shorts off and I yank down the waistband of his boxers. His dick is against me, wet tip rubbing over my clit. I shudder with pleasure and feel even more desperate to have him inside me. His eyes meet mine, conveying everything I’m feeling, as he pushes inside, driving that big cock deep.
I let out a moan then bring my hand to my face, muffling any sounds coming from my lips. We’re not alone, and the fact that we both had the sudden uncontrollable urge to fuck turns me on even more.
And makes me realize just how far I’ve fallen for Chase.
He thrusts in and out with unrelenting strength, and the bed frame hits the brick wall behind it. Neither of us do anything to quiet it because that would mean stopping and if Chase stops, if he takes his cock out of me before I come, there’s a good chance I’ll spontaneously combust and die.
I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight, and angle my hips up. Chase’s breathing quickens and I know he’s close to coming. He suddenly flips us over so I’m on top, and once situated, I start rocking my hips, pushing him farther and farther into me. He grabs my hips then slides one hand down, thumb finding my clit.
The sex is hard and fast, but it’s so much more. We’re both desperate for a physical release, but intertwining our bodies transcends anything I’ve ever felt before, and as I look down at Chase, I know in that very moment he walked into my life at the exact right time.
We were meant to meet so we could do this, and I don’t mean epically fuck.
My orgasm hits me suddenly, and I have to use both hands over my mouth to keep quiet. Chase comes right after I do, groaning out loud as he finishes. I fall forward onto him, and he folds his strong arms around my shoulders.
“That was intense,” I pant. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast before, and that’s including the times I’ve done it myself.”
“That’s one hell of a compliment,” Chase says with a chuckle. He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. “And I’d say same for me, but that first night we spent together when you shot me down…I took care of business myself and it was pretty much instant.”
I laugh, feeling his cock inside me as my body moves. “I think that’s a compliment, right?”
“It is.”
“That wasn’t the first night we spent together,” I correct and move off of him, trying to lay flat until he brings me a towel to clean up with. “The first night was right in here, actually.”
“But I was on the couch. Fuck. Speaking of the couch…I almost forgot Jax is here. What the hell are you doing to me, Sierra?”
“Just the usual Black Magic love spells. It’ll only be a matter of days before your soul is mine and I can use your reanimated corpse to do my evil bidding.”
“As long as you keep fucking me like that, I’m fine with it.”
I act like I consider his words. “I suppose I can work in a spell or two to preserve your body. It would be a shame to waste this.”
Chase laughs and gets up, grabs a towel from the bathroom, and hands it to me. “Still want to go out to breakfast?”