Anger simmers in my blood. “Sure. Hey, look, I’m tired. Think we can hang out tomorrow instead?” I fake a yawn to go along with the brush-off.
They’re full of false, syrupy sympathy as they give me air-kisses and make me promise to call if I need anything.
I shut the door behind them and lean against it, closing my eyes. What’s Chaser doing right now? Who is he with?
My gaze lands on the tabloid the girls conveniently left behind.
I love Chaser way too much to lose him.
And I know he loves me, too.
Sighing, I lock the door and toss the tabloid in the trash.
But not before giving it a second read-through.
Please don’t let my blind faith in Chaser be wrong.
Chapter Seven
Chaser
“That fucking piece of shit!” I bellow when Val cautiously explains some tabloid claims I cheated on Mallory. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“I warned you something like this would happen if you confronted him.”
So help me, I’ve never hit a woman in my life, but Val’s begging to be the first. “What was I supposed to do? Let him nail my girlfriend?”
“Maybe there’s a chance Mallory hasn’t seen it. Won’t see it.”
I shake my head and let out a bitter laugh. “Nah, someone will make sure they show it to her soon as possible. Guarantee it.” The three little nosey bitches currently watching the guys’ apartment won’t be able to help themselves. As soon as they see it, they’ll run right up to shove it in Mallory’s face under the guise of ‘concern.’
“Look at it this way, it’s exposure for you and the band. Your name is in the headline. You look like a young, virile, rocking stud in the picture. All press is good press.”
I shoot a glare at her for the stupid stud comment. “Yeah, I hope Mallory sees it that way.”
“We’ll be home in a few days, and you can explain it to her.”
Fuck waiting around for that, I need to talk to her now. But we’re on the fucking road for the next two nights.
I’m a moody, irritable dick all day, every day except for the forty-five minutes we’re on stage and the thirty minutes after the show that I take to meet with fans and sign everything they shove in my hands.
Once we’re done, though, I’m out.
Bloody Revolver doesn’t offer us their private jet on the way home—go figure.
I book the first flight I can, not wanting to wait another minute. I also didn’t want to be on the same flight with Jacob. We may have worked things out to finish the tour, but I’m still pretty fucking pissed at him and don’t know if I’ll be able to resist the urge to toss him off the plane without a parachute once we’re thirty-thousand feet in the air.
The flight’s long, and it’s late when I finally slide the key into the lock. Our apartment is dark. No sound, except traffic noises from outside.
Christ, I hope she didn’t move out.
I drop my stuff inside the door and kick off my boots, before padding through the apartment.
I find my girl curled up on her side of the bed, so achingly beautiful I stop to watch her for a few minutes before heading into the bathroom for a quick shower.
Mallory’s still asleep when I slide into bed next to her.
Needing to bask in her warmth, I gently shift closer. Not gentle enough, because she startles awake. “Chaser?”
“It’s me, little dove,” I whisper. “I’m home. Go back to sleep.”
She rolls over and snaps on the bedside lamp. “Oh, Chaser.” She tackles me, kissing and laughing at the same time. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home, so I could meet you at the airport? Oh my God, I’ve missed you.”
The frost that enveloped my heart the second I sent her home finally melts. “Missed you too. So much.” I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight.
The weight of her soft body against mine wakes another need. To connect and claim my woman in the most primal way possible.
No woman has ever had such an effect on me. I’ve been dreaming of her warmth, the scent of her skin, her uneven breathing when I pleasure her.
My whole body aches for her. I slide my hands under her T-shirt and fill my hands with her soft, full breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
“Oh.” Her breathing hitches, and her eyes close.
The air around us crackles with desire.
I strip off her shirt and fit my hands into the curve of her waist, pulling her fully on top of me. My rock-hard dick snuggles up to her cotton panties. Heat pours off her as I lift my hips, rubbing against her. Showing her how much I want her.
Her fingers slowly slide through my hair, and she stares down into my eyes. “I saw the article. The pictures.”
Well, doesn’t that put our reunion on ice.
“Mallory.” I try to sit up, but she presses her hands against my chest. She straddles me, rubbing her hot, wet center against my cock.
My jaw clenches, my fingers digging into her firm little ass cheeks.
“I know it was all lies. Probably planted by Davey.” She keeps drilling me with that probing stare, searching my eyes. Not for hints of guilt. No, I think my girl wants me to understand how much she trusts me.
It’s a powerful feeling, being so deeply connected to someone else. A few days apart didn’t alter our soul-deep link. If anything, I feel even closer to her.
I press my palms to her cheeks. “Baby, you’re the only face I see every night before I go to sleep. You’re on my mind, in my heart, every day, all day.”
“I know, because I feel the same way,” she whispers.
“I wasn’t with anyone after you left. Couldn’t be.” I grind my cock against her again. “You got the keys to my heart and my dick.”
“Hmm…do I?” She kisses my chest and reaches down, palming my hard-on. “You came to bed naked?”
“Didn’t want to wake you.”
“I like it.”
I’ve missed her, needed her so bad, this performance will be laughable. I’m ready to come right this second.
I reach down, pulling the thin strip of cotton between her legs to the side. Her breathing hitches, and she spreads her legs wider to take me inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” I growl, as her slick heat surrounds my cock. Squeezing so fucking tight.
No random groupie will ever satisfy me. No woman can ever take Mallory’s place.
She eases down, taking me in slowly. Gasps and raises up when she hits bottom. “Easy, little dove. I’m not going anywhere.”
I’m home. My cock’s back home where he belongs—and never wants to leave. So good. Tight. Warm. Wet.
Fuck.
My hands lock on her hips, urging her up and down. Faster. Harder. Her nails dig into my thighs as she detonates. “Ch…Chaser. I’m…uh.”
“I feel you. Come for me. Ride it out. I got you.” I’m not sure that’s true. I’m ready to blow.
She falls down over me, pressing her forehead to mine, our breaths mingle. The sexiest whimpers pass her lips. “I love you.”
Done. Pleasure rocks down my spine. The sensation so strong, every muscle in my body tenses as I release inside her.