Chad's Chase (Loving All Wrong Book 2) (34 page)

Saskia Day looked exactly how you’d expect someone sitting famously on top of the world would: glimmy, glammy, glowing, in a rebellious, all-black kind of way. This girl—remarkably beautiful, with envious curves, striking cat-gray eyes and wild blonde curls—I never really had the leisure of following her career to know who she was fucking, where she bought her panties, or where she had lunch on a normal Monday afternoon, but I did own a few of her albums because she sang some seriously kick-ass songs. Some were a bunch of sappy, lovey-dovey shit that I didn’t care for, but her best works were her bass-pumping rock songs.

Ignoring me altogether, JK narrowed his gaze on Chad, while his wife narrowed hers on me.

“We need somewhere to crash for the night,” Chad said without apology.

“Is there a reason why you’re staring at me like you want to throttle me?” I asked the famous superstar, lost on me how she could immediately dislike me without even knowing me… “Oh, I get it, this is about me grabbing JK’s dick, isn’t it? Just so you know, I didn’t—”

“Whut?” the superstar snapped out, full-on glaring now, her British accent lathery thick. She turned to her man with a scowl. “Whut’s she talking about, love?”

Oops
.

Slowly shaking his head, JK transferred his glare from Chad to me, and held up an open palm. “Five.”

“Five?” What the hell did that even mean?

“Yeah,” he said, voice low and unkind. “I liked you as a ten before, but now you’re a five.”

“Huh,” I hummed, turning my mouth down at the corners. “That’s comforting, considering I don’t like you
at all
. On any scale or on any level.” Forming a circle with my thumb and forefinger, I gave him a saccharine smile before I mouthed, “Zero.”

Glare vanishing, JK’s golden eyes smiled at me, and as one corner of his lip began pulling up, he quickly bit down on it.

The superstar folded her arms and glowered at her loathsome husband. “Is there something going on that I need to know about, Jahleel?”

“Breathe easy, Sassy. We’ll talk on the way,” he returned in reply. “Why don’t you go wait in the car. I’ll be there in a min, okay?”

“
No
,” she said, intractable. “I want to know whut’s—”

JK hooked her around the waist and she fluidly drew up to him like he was magnet and she was steel. Then he kissed her deep. And hard. And long.

Chad and I exchanged side glances, shifting uncomfortably, waiting for the inappropriate tongue-locking to wrap up.

Chad folded his lips. I looked at my boots.

After a millennium and two centuries, the couple s-l-o-w-l-y eased apart. JK stroked his thumb over his wife’s lower lip and whispered, “Breathe easy.”

And just like that, she was all liquid eyes and dreamy sighs, her irritation and curiosity gone. Without another distrustful “but”, she did as her husband asked and left to wait in the car.

Smooth. Real smooth.

To Chad, JK gritted out, “It’s your place, so I can’t tell you no, but I can tell you I fuckin’ hate this.”

“We knew you would,” Chad offered.

JK gazed jiggled between Chad and me. “Ahh, so this was a unified attempt to piss me off.”

I rubbed my palms together and grinned like an evil villain. This made Chad laugh.

Jahleel seemed more irritated now than angry. “Know what, fuck both of you.”

“Yeah, we’ll definitely be fucking each other,” I shot back. “Over and over.”

Eyes resizing to tiny slits, he held up three fingers at me. “Three.”

“Still zero for me, buddy.”

Eschewing me, he looked to Chad. “Can I trust that when I come back from dinner with my innocent wife I won’t find the house on fire, the windows shattered, bullet holes in the walls, or marrows splattered on the ceilings?”

Chad twisted his lips to the side, as if pondering on it, then he eyed at me. “You feel like killing me tonight?”

I drifted my eyes heavenward, thought about it for a single second, then answered with an exaggerated shake of my head, “Nope. Just horny.”

Chad sucked in a hissing breath. “Same here.” Then to JK, “There. You have our word.”

JK glanced between both of us again like he wanted to punch us each squarely in the face. But then he just wagged his head, got out of our way and went to catch up with his wife.

“What does a woman like her see in that repulsive shithead?”

Chad responded with nothing as he ushered me into the house, closed the door behind us, and turned the lock with a snap. When he spun to face me, his expression was sober, thoughtful. “What do
you
see in me?”

Suddenly swaddled in nervousness, with a splash of shyness, I stuffed my hands into my back pockets and glanced down at my scuffed combat boots, then back at him. Straight into his searching eyes so he’d know this was no bullshitting. “Hope. And…my future.”

I
nside the house was everything I expected it would be. Sumptuous, extravagant, clean. A shame no one actually lived there.

Chad wanted to give me a tour, and while I was really, really, fascinated with the villa, I was more fascinated with him—and his dick—now that we were within four walls.

I suggested we take a shower. Together.

He just said okay. He wasn’t getting it. Wasn’t smelling the sex emanating from me.

Halfway down the hall to the guest bedroom, I lost out and launched myself at him.

Trained to detect sudden attacks, he expertly spun and caught me by the forearms, then drove me across the hall until my back was against the wall. Pinning me with his hips, he wordlessly dragged off my jacket and hauled my T-shirt over my head. My bra followed next.

Oh yeah.
Now
he was getting it.

Lips descending on mine, he claimed my mouth in that bossy, dominant manner of his. And as usual, woman to man, I submitted, offering up everything I had.

Between us, his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded, thumbs and forefingers simultaneously pinching my nipples. Primal, more ferocious, hungrier than he’d ever been for me, he was less than gentle.

Gripping the hem of his T-shirt, I yanked it up, and Chad paused for me to pull it over his head.

A clean, white gauze was taped over the stab wound on his shoulder. It took nothing away from his formidability, but instead it made him appear more deleterious, like a boss who could take a beat down.

And that drove me up the fucking wall with lust.

Chad held my face with both hands and reconnected our lips, while I nimbly undid his belt buckle and zipper.

No boxers again. This man seemed to have a vicious hatred for underpants.

I pushed his jeans down his hips, revealing his dragon’s tail, his well-defined V, and his stiff, hard cock that just popped out and up like a jack-in-the-box.

I palmed it, and the weighty thing pulsed in my hand, hot and venous, thick and intimidatingly huge. As I began stroking him, he thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding in and out of my tight fist.

“Ohnnh,” he groaned in my mouth.

Still stroking in synergy with his short hip thrusts, I used my free hand to pop the button on my jeans, but Chad’s hand intruded, slapping mine away and finishing the job.

Shoving my jeans down my thighs, he delved two fingers to my sopping wet core, while his mouth drifted down to my neck, kissing, licking, sucking.

Thumb circling the tip of my clitoris. Around. And around. And around.

“Ohsogoood,” I moaned out in sheer ecstasy.

He sank his teeth to the spot where my shoulder met my neck as he slipped a finger inside me, thumb still circling…circling…circling. So much sensation. So much.

As his finger pumped deliciously in and out of me, I found myself whispering to his neck, “I want you to take me from behind.”

Movements on pause, his body went rigid. “No.”

“Yes,” I whispered, driving my hips upward in a plea for him to continue working his fingers in those magic thrusts and circles unison.

But instead of resuming, he stopped altogether by removing his hand from between my thighs and taking a step back from me, shaking his head. “I’m not doing that, Jhay.”

I took a step forward to reseal the space between us. “It’s what I want.”
I think.

“No,” he pronounced round and firm, adamant.

Why was I pushing this? I didn’t know. I didn’t know. All I
did
know was that I wanted him, Chad, to remake me. Eradicate all my horrible memories, and fill those gaps with himself. I wanted him to make sex from behind not something I feared, but something I welcomed, enjoyed immensely, looked forward to. And nobody could do that for me, but him. Blood.

Squeezing my fingers into a fist, I held his gaze and subtly snuck my fist up, then drove my knuckles downward to the gauze on his shoulder.

When he only grimaced at the pain, I hissed, “Fucking do it!”

He just looked at me like he wanted to pummel me into the wall, so I made to knuckle his wound again, but he caught my hand mid-air and roughly flung me around, ticked right off.

Grabbing my other hand, he locked both up above my head and pushed me face first against the wall. Leaving my hands above my head, he smoothly warned, “Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Next thing I knew, he was stooped down and at my feet, undoing the laces of my boots. He took them off, my socks, my ankle holster and .25 Browning. Then he dragged my jeans and panties the rest of the way down, and off. When I tried to assist by lifting my leg, he stopped me with a stinging slap to my bare ass. The sound of palm against flesh echoing and bouncing off the hall walls.

I did as he warned and didn’t move another muscle.

Rid of all my clothing, he glided his hands up the back of my legs, and next I felt his tongue licking up my asscrack.

Hands moving up my inner thighs now, he braked at my sweet point and plunged two fingers inside me.

I moaned, forever loving everything about Chad touching me, kissing me, caressing me, fucking me…I just loved
him
.

While he worked his fingers in and out of my dripping wet core, he used his unoccupied hand to urge my legs further apart. When he was pleased with the spacing of my legs, he withdrew his fingers from inside me and stood up.

Circling one long, strong arm around my waist, he influenced me backward, and like Play-Doh I let him pull me, position me, make me however he wanted. He pressed a palm flat against the small of my back, encouraging it down, until my ass was sticking out.

Pleased with my position, he clasped my hips, and poked his head at my entrance. But there was a lengthy pause, like he was hesitating.

“Just do it, Ch—”

He drove in. Deep.

My instant reaction was tears. Emergent tears. As it always was when in this position. Tears burned like acidic vapor behind my eyes as the memories flooded in. I bit down hard on my lip until I tasted blood, squeezed my eyes shut, and reminded myself that the man behind me was Blood. Not
him
.

Almost instantaneously, the pricking behind my eyes subsided.

In and out, Chad flexed steadily, slowly, assuring. Yet my eyelids hugged each other, my toes curled under, my legs planted stiff, my brain in deep concentration, focusing so I’d know for sure it was Chad back there.

Chad. Chad. Chad. Not Mr. D.

Hot breath kissed my ear lobe as Chad dropped his mouth to my ear and whispered, “Push back, baby. Let your mind know you’re consenting. That I’m not just taking. You
want
this. You
love
this.”

Swallowing hard, I tried doing as he suggested. But I was still stiff as a ply board, with about as much fluidity as a blow-up doll.

“Avidly,” he breathed against my skin.

Opening my eyes, I sucked in a deep breath and began rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts. And with each thrust, my muscles relaxed, my toes uncurled, and the taunting feeling of fear got replaced with the titillating feeling of something…mind-blowing. Before I knew it, I was swept up and dissipating in pleasure, moaning out louder and louder with each incremented thrust.

“Now tell me,” he demanded, his voice a serrated, breathy thing.

“W-hat?” I asked, floating on a nirvana cloud with a crown of gold on my head.

“Tell me you love bending over for me, just as much as you love opening your legs for me.”

“Ohhhh. God.” This was vociferated, as I rocked back even harder against him and felt my orgasm riding in, whipping around a noose in the air, aiming to sling the damn thing around my neck and end me.

“Tell me!” Chad barked, his pumps increasing in pace, intensifying in depth.

“I love…
Holyfuckingfuck
…I love bending over for you.” The noose slung around my neck and tugged, tightening, squeezing, draining the pleasure out of me, blowing me wide open, decimating me, erasing me, bringing me back and letting me breathe for a teasing second, before tightening all over again with a bastardly laugh, prolonging my orgasm, going on and on like an endless white line on the freeway.

I was still in the throes of my attenuating orgasm when Chad roared out an expletive and pulled out of me. Hot bursts of semen fired out all over my ass as he emptied himself there, one hand gripping my waist either for support or so I didn’t “move a muscle” and ruin his big bang moment.