The heat pooling low in my belly becomes a raging fire as he takes me into his mouth.
It’s a slow, calculated descent into madness from there that was designed to ensure that my brain is far too melted to even consider wandering off on me. Even when I close my eyes, there’s no forgetting who is worshipping me right now.
After he’s done torturing me, he decides it’s finally time to start sucking in earnest, bobbing up and down on my dick and sending me careening towards the edge. “So, so good,” I whisper into the now darkened bedroom.
Chase’s warm, wet mouth is euphoric. He hums in satisfaction, the vibration doing terrible things for my longevity. Each pull brings a new level of pleasure. When he swallows around me, I’m done for. “Fuck, look out.” My vision goes hazy and my ears go underwater. Each nerve ending sizzles with lightning as I empty down Chase’s throat.
He rights my clothes and gently guides me down to the floor until I’m tucked into his arms as my mind floats in a state of peace and security. “What about you?” I ask when enough brain cells return to remember some basic decency.
Chase chuckles warmly. “I’m good, Chaos. Blowing your mind and getting to hold you after means I’m the luckiest guy alive.”
“Pretty confident over there, huh?”
He squeezes me a little tighter. “Sometimes actions speak loudly enough.”
I shrug. “I guess I’ll allow it because your actions do back it up pretty well.” When the afterglow wears off, I say it simply to marvel at the wonder, “I love you.”
He says it back, and something in my chest warms drastically. He’s wrong about who is the lucky one in this relationship. If only he knew what it was to be loved by him. But silently, I promise him that I’ll make damn sure being loved by me is a close second.
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A high-pitched scream sends both of us sprinting downstairs at lightning speed. Blakely. Chase swears up a storm as his feet fly across the floor. My heart is pounding with the silent plea for her to be okay.
We find her, beautifully alive, with an opened box at her feet and a hand pressed to her chest by the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard. Brady looks up as we come skidding to a stop, his features grim. My stomach sinks with the realization. “What did he do this time?”
Chase’s fingers brush along my shoulder as he keeps going until he can yank Blakely into a bone-crushing hug. “You scared the shit out of me, Blake,” he admits.
She leans in, letting him support most of her weight. “The box scared the shit out of me first.”
Only then does he release her. We all turn to the offending item. “What did he do this time?” I ask again, eyeing it as if a venomous snake might slither out and attack.
Blakely grimaces. “Well. I think there’s human hair in there, but I’m really fucking hoping the blood is fake.”
The four of us share a look. “Well, is someone gonna get a better look?”
“Not me. I saw enough when I opened it. I’m good with the mystery if that’s what it comes to.”
I take a step back. “Now’s when I’m pulling thehe tried to kill mecard. My vote is going to Brady or Chase.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Chase groans. “If I ever start a tab, you guys are going bankrupt.” He squats down and prods the cardboard warily.
“Would be worth it,” my brother adds.
He’ll get no objection from me.
The three of us take a large step backwards when he pulls the lid off. Chase grimaces at the contents. “Blake, call your cop friend. It’s not blood, but this hair is definitely human. Asher’s, probably. Hell, while you’re at it, call the private investigator. Maybe he can do something with this.”
My stomach drops as a loud buzzing starts up between my ears. Surely he’s not… dead. No way. That kid isn’t dead because of me, right? Because I didn’t care to find him in Boston, and I provoked Aaron by running in the mornings with Blakely. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he was infuriated with me getting away from him again, but it will only get worse if he thinks I’m not afraid of him. Now that kid’s hair is in a box, and someone is going to have to tell his Grandma that her baby is gone after years of never letting him be forgotten.
I think I’m gonna pass out.
Like he heard me, suddenly Chase’s warm hand is pulling me to the floor. “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay. Just breathe for me.” The familiar sound of his voice is soothing and despite the panic in my brain, my body knows it should listen to him. The first inhale burns, but the next one comes a little easier.
When the worst of it passes, I just stare at the floor with my head between my knees and try and focus on the way he overtakes my senses when it all gets to be too much. His voicein my ear, his hand on back, the smell of his cologne in the air I breathe.
I never stood a chance of not falling head over heels for this guy.
Not that I really wanted one, deep down.
