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Larke smiled inwardlyas Chase dragged her behind him and through the door. Inside, she saw the “reformed psycho” McNair and the brown-haired girl standing together at a window. Both turned at the click of the door closing behind Chase.
McNair blushed with apparent embarrassment. As he should, after his disgusting behavior. Larke wasn’t sure what to say with both pair of eyes on her. Chase took the task off her hands. She watched as he pinned his gaze on McNair and said in a measured tone, “You remember Larke, don’t you?”
The man’s face turned beet red this time. His girlfriend frowned, her eyes questioning. McNair ignored the girl’s look. “Hi, Larke. Sorry about what happened in the hunting store and all.”
Larke shrugged, realizing a lukewarm apology was as best as it would get. “Old news,” she murmured, not accepting or declining the apology. Abigail introduced herself and she seemed nice enough. Larke figured the girl was around her age also.
“I’m glad I got a chance to meet you,” Abigail said to Larke when the two women were briefly left alone. “Jesse never talked much about the group. When he suggested stopping by, I was sort of apprehensive. He mentioned that Chase wasn’t like the others, but I wasn’t sure.I met him today and he was polite but seeing you at the door... It was surprising and I read the look on your face when you saw me. You thought I was with Chase didn’t you?”
“I did.”
Abigail gave her a sympathetic smiled. “I’m really sorry about that. But I can tell you this. The Chase that I met an hour ago is different than the one who came back inside with you.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He looked miserable, angry. With you he doesn’t. It’s dumb of me to point out since I don’t really know either of you, but it was such a big difference I had to mention it.” Abigail giggled then. “Kind of magical. Anyway. You guys are just really cute together and I wanted to wish you happiness.”
“Thank you, Abigail,” Larke said, meaning it from the bottom of her heart, because shedidfeel magical.
When she was finally alone with Chase as McNair’s car rolled out of the driveway, Larke thought about her very first encounter with him. Perhaps they’d always been destined for each other. Her panicking on the bus and getting off at Lee’s Fortress of all places then coming upon Chase only to land in a sinkhole with him. Were theyforcedtogether? Did some higher power know the only way she could’ve found her way inside his hardened prejudiced heart was for him to have a memory of kindness that had been untainted?
Larke chose to believe so. Her and Chase were perfect together. She sighed as she followed him into the bedroom. Her stomach tangled into knots when his voice, deep and rich hit her ears, making her dizzy.
“Come to me.” Chase stood beside the bed, his gaze intense and pinned on her.
Larke reached him, raising her head for his kiss.I’m drunk with lust.Her knees went weak and her head spun as he squeezed her waist, holding her tight to his erection.
Breaking free of the kiss, Larke traced a path with her lips from his jaw to his neck. With a ragged breath, Chase gently pushed her away then grated, “Take off your clothes,” while jerking the shirt over his head.
Fumbling to remove her clothes, Larke bit back a moan, watching Chase remove his pants and boxers. Oh God. She released a cry at the sight of his penis, big and hard stretching toward her. The crown was red, engorged and glistening with juices. She stepped out of her underwear and dropped to the floor in front of him, unable to think.
Just want to lick. Taste him. Suck.Larke looked up at Chase, then down at his cock, feeling wetness seeping from her mouth. She licked her lips and pushed her head forward, closing her mouth around the slickened crown. Salty pre-cum hit her tongue like a decadent treat, causing her to moan in the back of her throat. Oh my God. How she had missed this! Larke suckled hard, drawing on the slit, pulling, pulling and…
She heard a hoarse yell, felt her head being jerked backward. His penis slipped from between her lips. Her mouth was empty. “No,” she whimpered, tossing her head from his grasp. He’d tasted so good.
“Larke!” Chase was peering down at her. His hand stroked the tip of his cock and his massive chest rose and fell with effort. She stared at him in confusion. “Why did you make me stop?”
Groaning, he took her hand, helping her off the floor. “I told you I wanted to lick your pussy. I’m going crazy here. I gotta taste you now. It’s been too long. Get on the bed and you can keep sucking my dick. We can do both.”
Her body shivered. Of course. They’d done so before. Nodding, Larke climbed on the bed, lying sideways with her head facing the edge. When Chase joined her, she threw her leg over his shoulder, felt his hand dig into her flesh as his tongue lashed between her labia. Her mouth opened on a cry then lowered, closing around his thick shaft. Over and over she suckled, lapping at the tip and laving her tongue up and down his length. Her hips bucked and her body shivered from the feel of his mouth on her pussy.
In response, Larke brought his penis to the back of her throat and held him there. She moaned inside her head as jets of semen arced from his cock, wetting the passage of her throat. Swallowing quickly, Larke felt her entire body tremble from the tongue working her pussy, bringing her to orgasm.
The sound of her own erratic breathing thrummed in her eardrum. Larke raised her head. She stared at Chase while bringing her legs together. He rolled to his back and crooked his finger. She was beside him in an instant, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Same as always?”
His lips slanted into a grin. “Better. Sweeter. Think I tasted candy this time.” He turned and grabbed her around the waist. “Is that what you’ve been eating all this time, cookies, cakes and everything sweet?”
Larke grinned, knowing he was playing. “I had to find a replacement for you,” she murmured, biting her lip as he cupped her ass and squeezed.
“How did that work out?” He shifted his attention to her breast, lowering his head to capture a nipple and suck.
“N-not so good. No replacement for you.”
“Hmm.” He kept sucking at her nipple, stroking her belly. Releasing a sigh, Larke closed her eyes and raked her fingers through his hair, reveling in the feel of his mouth on her breast.
After several minutes, Chase lifted his head. Larke immediately recognized the glint in his eyes. Felt the hardness of his cock prodding against her thigh. “Remember what I said to you outside?” he asked huskily.
She nodded, swallowing hard while casting her gaze downward. Chase was more than ready to make good on his promise.
When he spoke next, it was a terse order. “Hold on to the edge of the bed and open up for me.”
Larke did just that. Hands gripping the bed, she heard the sound of her own cry, something between a whimper of pain and a moan of utter bliss as Chase rammed the length of his cock into her from behind. Craning her neck, she stared at the man pumping deep inside her, his tall, muscular frame, taut with every stroke, pounding at her walls. Her body cried, strung out on pleasure and her heart thumped, beating with love. So much love for Chase and gratitude to whatever power played a role into turning the mayhem of their first encounter into what she knew would be a lifetime of love.
