And Rob? Well, fuck. Imost definitely didn’t want anything to do with him anymore.
Just as I was about to make my peace with the whole situation, an evil seed planted itself in my brain. Why not use Chase as a pawn in a little mind-fuck with Rob. Turn around was fair play, right? And it wasn’t like Rob didn’t deserve it.
A small voice whispered from somewhere in my head,And Chase does?
For whatever reason, I choseto ignore it. He was here with Rob, after all. That was enough reason for me to use him in my little ploy.
As it took root, I made my way back down the stairs, through the crowd as they YMCA’d all over the dance floor, past Rob, silently seething at the bar as he looked about the room for his long lost date.
Yet somehow, by the time I made it out to the parking lot, the anger I’d felt momentsago faded away. Like the faint echoes of the music pulsating from inside, my emotions had dulled. As I approached Chase, all thoughts of Rob faded. All that stood before me was a gorgeous man in a fine-ass tux, wearing a crooked smile that could melt the clothes off anyone. A man who, I knew I couldn’t betray, no matter how much hatred I harbored for Rob.
“So, I take it you and Rob are familiarwith each other?” he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words as they fell from that lopsided smile I wanted to kiss off his face.
“He’s the asshole ex,” I responded plainly, tipping my head over to a gazebo to the side of the lot. We walked in silence, only the sound of gravel crunching under our feet accompanying us. We settled onto the old, wooden bench, careful not to get too many splinters.Facing the star-filled sky, I chewed on my words in my head. Who was I to Chase, after all? No more than a one-time fuck. That’s all it boiled down to. Whether I felt a connection to him or not, it didn’t matter. Yet, despite knowing I had no right to ask, I asked, “Why are you here with him?” And the second the words were out of my mouth, I regretted speaking them. The less I knew about Rob, thebetter.
But before I could take back my words, Chase answered my question, only muddying the matter even more. “I have no clue,” he muttered, running his hand through his messy hair. The silence settled around us, but it was an easy one. Only the sound of Chase speaking cut through it. “Do you think about that night?” he asked, his voice paper thin.
At even the slightest mention of it, my bodysat on edge. Did I think about it? Only every night. But there was no way in hell I could tell him. Shrugging, I answered, “Not really,” sounding not the least bit convincing.
Chase heard the change in my voice, the raspy neediness I’d never be able to conceal when I thought about him touching my body. “Really?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, his lips pulling into a wickedly crookedsmile. “Never?” he taunted, nudging me playfully with his shoulder.
Even the slightest touch from his body had heat racing all over my skin. “No.” The word stuck in my throat, amplifying my neediness beyond all reason.
In the blink of an eye, he moved from his seat and stood in front of me. Wedging himself between my legs, his placed his hands on my thighs. My muscles twitched under the not-so-gentlecaress of his fingertips. “Not even at night? When you crawl into bed all by yourself?” he asked, moving his fingers up my thighs with every word, inching his way closer to my hardening cock. “When you can’t fall asleep because you’re thinking of me, you don’t touch yourself?” He pressed his body into mine. His dick pressed against mine and a fire of heat flashed across my body. “You don’tstroke yourself? Eyes closed? Thinking of me? Pretending it’s my hand on your dick instead of your own?” His mouth was so close to my ear, his breath cascaded over my skin, making me shiver with need. “You don’t come, your body shaking, with my name on your lips?”
On his last word, he nibbled on my earlobe, forcing a groan to rumble from my chest. But my pride got the best of me. “No,” I lied.
“Liar,” he accused, before pulling away from me.
It could’ve been a game for all I knew, but I sure as fuck didn’t care. My fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back to me in a hard crash. “And you?” I asked, my lips no more than a centimeter from his.
His eyes searched mine as if he actually needed clarification. Swallowing hard, he said nothing which offered me the perfect opportunityto toy with him, just as he’d toyed with me.
“Do you think of me when you jerk yourself off? Wish it was my mouth instead of your hand?” Letting the few drinks I’d had earlier take over my good senses, I nipped at his neck. But just as I’d feared, one taste of Chase would never be enough. “You don’t crave my body?” I asked, my words heavy with the desire I’d been carrying around, a burden likeno other, for the last few weeks. On a coarse whisper, I asked, “You don’t want my body again? The way I want yours?”
His body melted into my touch. Leaning into his neck even more, I inhaled his scent, needing it to be part of me more than the oxygen filling my lungs. “Just tell me,” I spoke, my lips moving against his skin. “Tell me to stop. And you can walk right back in there tohim,andI’ll leave you alone.”
His head fell backward, exposing more of his neck to my lips and teeth. And who was I to deny him what he wanted? Digging my hands into the flesh of his ass, I pulled his body against mine, grinding my cock against his in what was far too close to reckless abandon for a public space.
“I can’t,” he rasped, leaning into my kiss. “With you…” He groaned, his breathlessnesssetting me off like nothing ever had. “With you, I just can’t.”
“Thank fucking God, because I can’t keep my hands off you for another second.” His words were all I needed to take his body. The way he rolled his hips into mine let me know I wasn’t taking a damn thing; he was giving it to me. All of it. He was mine and I was his.
In all my life, I’d never experienced anything like this with anyone.I didn’t know Chase nearly as well as I should. Fuck, I didn’t know his favorite meal. I didn’t know where he grew up. Or when he learned to ride a bike. Fuck, I didn’t even know his favorite color.
But what I did know was that when the two of us crashed together, there was no pulling us apart.
And that was something. Hell, in this fucking moment, it was everything.
Our lips moved togetheras if they’d always belonged next to each other, as if they’d always been searching for each other, wading through a sea of potential suitors, always finding the wrong one.
“Chase.” I moaned his name, running my hands up and down his back, longing for the naked skin waiting for me under his tux.
“I know,” he answered, holding my face in his hands. “But not here. Not like this. I can’t. I wantyou,” he admitted, finally catching his breath. “But I dealt with that fucking limo once already.” Nearly laughing, he pressed his lips to mine, nipping my lower lip between his teeth. He laughed, pulling his hand away from my face which instantly felt cold in his absence. “And I already have at least five splinters from this fucking bench.”
Though laughter bubbled from my chest, it didn’t breakthe mood. What did was realizing there was no way in hell I’d be able to leave the wedding. Chase pulled back at the change in my body language. “I have to go back in,” I admitted, letting the disappointment ring out, loud and clear in my voice. Tilting my head back toward the reception hall, he knew he’d have to go back, too. And clearly, we couldn’t walk back in together.
“Right,” he said,adjusting himself as he moved back to his seat at my side.
