Escape (Part Three) (3 page)

“I was looking for you earlier,” he said.

“I went out for a walk, ran into Evie and Jennifer.”

“Did she manage to keep her hands to herself?”

“Barely,” I said.

The corner of Chace’s mouth lifted into a faint smile. He was showered and dressed – khaki pants, bare feet, and a loose button down - attractive as ever in the gold glow of the lamp. I forced myself to look away, focusing instead on the shadow of his profile outlined on the wall.

“She can call off the paparazzi,” I said.

“Of course she can, but she won’t do it because she’s a spiteful bitch.”

“Maybe you can try talking to her.”

Chace scoffed. “I have nothing to say to her.”

He leaned against the wooden post of my bed, his shoulder pressed against the column, one foot hooked behind his leg. His hair was unkempt, pulled every which way by his fingers nervously tugging the thick strands.

“I’m worried about you,” I said.

“Don’t.” He plopped on my bed. The mattress sunk beneath his weight as he leaned back. “Come here,” he said, a small grin spreading across my mouth.

That familiar tug in the pit of my stomach drew me to him. Our knees knocked together as I stood between his parted legs. He stared up at me. I leaned forward, hovering over him with both hands on either side of his head until I dropped to my elbows, arms sinking into the mattress. His hands reached up and touched my cheeks, skin against skin as I craned my head and caught his lips with my own.

My door was closed but not locked. Anyone could barge in and find us as we kissed, his palms flat against my bare back, exchanging heat through skin as he snaked his tongue into my mouth. A small moan floated from my throat and he swallowed it, his tongue pressed against mine as he pushed my hips flush against his.

I gladly fell atop him, his cock hardening between my legs and pressing against me.

His hands pushed beneath my blouse, warm palms sliding up my back, his fingertips dancing across the band of my bra. My hands gripped the sheets as he unhooked it with a snap, straps falling from my shoulders and catching on my sleeves. He hiked up my shirt and I pulled away from his mouth to lift it over my head, a small pile of fabric forming at his feet - my shirt, my bra. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and he hoisted it over his head.

Chace sat up, my breasts pushed against his chest as he wrapped his arms around my waist. I was straddling him, knees pressed to either side as he captured my lips, his tongue licking at my bottom lip.

Do you remember
, I wanted to ask as his tongue swept across the healed skin of my split of lip, but I didn't want to disturb this. His fingers curled against my spine, dull nails scratching at my skin as my fingers found his hair and tangled themselves in the dark strands.

A thin layer of sweat covered our bodies, a welcome heat rising in the room, our chests bumping against one another. Chace removed his mouth from mine and lowered his gaze to my breasts, my nipples hard with pleasure as he angled his head and sucked. His tongue looped around my right nipple, then the left, teeth lightly grazing each pink bud, drawing a soft moan from the back of my throat. My nails traced his scalp, starting from his crown to the back of his neck, a pleasurable groan passing through him and vibrating against my skin.

“
I need you naked,” he said, words ghosting across my breasts, sending a small shiver down my spine.

“
I could say the same thing,” I said.

He dropped a kiss to my mouth. “Then say it,” he said, kissing both corners of my lips. “Say you need me naked.”

A blush of red crawled up my neck. “I need you naked.”

Standing inches from one another we climbed out of our pants, throwing them in the same pile as our shirts, our underwear following suit. I would always be taken by the sight of Chace’s body, thick thighs topping off strong legs, his chiseled torso and chest the perfect mantel for his gorgeous head.

He was staring at me when he said, “You're absolutely gorgeous.”

I blushed from my hairline, down to my toes and he saw it all.

“
Not like you,” I said.

Chace smirked. “No one likes a girl with low self-esteem.”

He crossed the small space between us.
His hard, thick cock, swinging between his legs, pressed against me as our bodies aligned. A pool of wetness filled between my legs as he blindly led me over to the bed.

The backs of my knees knocked against the mattress and I laid on my back. In tandem we climbed towards the head of the bed, our mouths missing one another for a small moment before connecting again.

His hand slid behind my head, cradling it as it dropped on my pillow. He positioned himself between my legs and I spread them open, my fingers digging into his hips. My nails formed half-moons in his skin as he slid his hand down my stomach, fingers brushing against my clit before they dipped into the wetness. He pushed his fingers down, finding my entrance and pushing them inside.

A soft gasp passed my lips as he devoured it, tongue dancing against my own as he pushed two fingers out and in. My hands crawled up his back to his shoulders, holding on as he crooked his fingers, a come hither motion moving inside of me, hitting that spot that's so sweet.

My back arched off the mattress and his mouth dropped to my chest, small kisses forming between my breasts as he finger fucked me.

I removed one hand from his shoulder and lapped at my palm before wrapping it around Chace’s cock. A groan formed in his chest as I slowly stroked him, his hard cock pulsating in his hand.

“
I'm going to cum,” I whispered, searching for his lips.

He removed his fingers and an aching emptiness filled me. He pulled my hand from his cock.

“
I don't have a condom,” he said.

I pressed my mouth to his. “Who cares?”

He turned his head. “I don't...” His eyebrows furrowed.
Oh
.

“
I'm on the pill,” I said, cradling his face. Of course he didn't remember. “You're not going to knock me up too.”

A cautious smile spread across his face and he pressed his mouth against mine.

Expertly, he lined himself up, one hand on my hip and the other bracing the mattress. He hovered over me, eyes taking in my parted lips, my heaving breasts and open legs. He focused on my face as he pushed in. My eyes slipped close as he filled me up.

“
You're beautiful,” he said, words barely above a whisper, his forehead pressed against mine as he entered me fully.

My fingers pressed just above the curve of his ass, silently begging him to, “
Move
.”

Chace fucked me hard and slow, pulling out before he slammed back in. Each thrust pulled a moan from my stomach, the noise popping in the air, uncaring of who might walk pass. Chace buried his face in my neck, his groans almost mute against my skin.

His cock built a wave of pleasure in the pit of my stomach, but I wanted more. I licked my hand but he was two steps ahead of me, sticking two fingers in his mouth before he reached between my legs and found my clit. He applied the right amount of pressure, pressing down as he sped up his hips, fucking me faster.

“
Yes
,” I said, gripping his shoulder. “That's it.”

He lifted his head to watch me, my face contorting in a wave of ecstasy.

“I'm so close,” I said, feeling the waves of pleasure begin to spread through my body.

He pressed his mouth against mine, “Come for me,” he said, words ghosting against my lips. “You have to come for me, Alice.”

He didn't need to say it twice.

My orgasm started in my stomach but spread like stars to the rest of my body. I tightened around him but he kept thrusting, moans spilling from his mouth until his hips stuttered and he came inside me.

My hands found his hair as he collapsed on top of me, his cock softening between my legs. He caught his breath, his head resting on my chest, cheek against my breasts until he lifted his head.

“I should pull out,” he said with a lazy grin.

There was a part of me that didn't want him to.

***

The hand on my shoulder shook me awake. My head was buried in Chace’s neck, his arm thrown around my shoulders, our legs tangled beneath a single white sheet, draped over our naked hips. Jonah was standing over me, his mouth and eyebrows twisted up, both hands in his fists at his sides.

A rush of cold air swept through the cracked window, opened by Jonah to let out the smell of Chace and me. My exposed nipples hardened and I tugged the sheet over my chest, pulling myself to a seated position.

Jonah rolled his eyes as if to say, I’ve seen better than that.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, shoving my messy hair behind my ear.

“I’m here to save the fucking day, what do you think?” He leaned over me, two fingers flicking Chace’s cheek. He didn’t stir. “Wake him up for me, will you?”

I shook Chace’s shoulder, much like Jonah did to mine, but he wordlessly curled away from me. His back was exposed in the warm light of my bedroom, a smatter of faint freckles covering his skin.

“Chace!” Jonah barked, like a father screaming for his son.

Chace started, his entire body jumping beneath the sheet. He threw it over his head and Jonah stormed to the other side of the bed, yanking it off. He threw the excess towards me and I caught it in my lap, bunching the sheets around me like a dress.

Chace was naked and exposed as Jonah clapped his hands in front of his face. “Get up, asshole,” he said.

“Fuck you,” Chace muttered, spilling onto his back. He threw an arm over his face, his half-hard cock curved between his legs.

“Chace,” I said, touching his shoulder again. “You should probably get up.”

He peeked beneath his arm, blue eyes sparkling in the shadow of his skin. I gave him a small smile and the corner of his mouth lifted to a smirk.

“Shit,” he said, sitting up. His cock shifted between his legs. He looked at me. “You’re naked.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re naked too,” Jonah said, grabbing Chace’s pillow and throwing it over his lap. “And you’re a fucking idiot.”

It took a moment for the full picture to appear before his eyes: the red walls surrounding him, the bed beneath his feet, Jonah with a sharp scowl etched into his face.

“What time you did get here?” Chace said to Jonah.

His brother narrowed his eyes. “Does it matter? You never called me.”

Chace kicked his feet to the floor. “I was going to. Can you hand me my boxers?”

“I’m not handing you shit,” Jonah said. “Except for this.”

He shoved his phone in Chace’s outstretched hand. It was the size of a small tablet. Chace fixed his eyes on the screen, blinking once, then twice, before scrolling through an article.

“What does it say?” I asked, carefully looking over Chace’s shoulder.

Jonah snatched the phone from him.

“It says that Jennifer – You remember her, Chace? Your crazy ex-girlfriend? – has been feeling,” Jonah glanced down at the screen, “
increasingly pressured to terminate her pregnancy.
” Chace dropped his head, burying his face in his hands. “What the fuck did you say to her?”

“He didn’t say anything,” I said.

Jonah whipped his gaze towards me. “Am I talking to you?”

Chace looked up. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

A humorless laugh crawled from Jonah’s throat. “What the fuck did you say?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” said Chace.

Another laugh ripped from Jonah’s stomach. “You’re unbelievable you know that? I’m here to help you, and you’re trying to police my tone?”

“Alice has nothing to do with this.”

Jonah’s eyes widened. “Alice has --- what? Alice has
everything
to do with this? Jennifer wouldn’t be so pissed if you hadn’t started fucking your assistant.”

Chace buttoned his lips. He wouldn’t look at me as his hands curled into the edge of the mattress, shoulders slumping forward beneath the weight of the truth. He passed a hand over his face. “I don’t even remember when that started,” he said.

Jonah glanced at me, a fire burning in his eyes, red and orange flames licking around dark blue.

“Go take a shower,” he said, kicking Chace’s boxers to his feet. Chace shamelessly stood, unconcerned with the pillow falling on the ground, exposing his cock. Jonah looked away, stuffing his hands in his pockets as Chace dressed. “When you get out, you’re going to tell me everything,
everything
, you’ve said to that girl.”

Chace tugged on his shirt. “What if I can’t remember?”

Jonah’s eyes flickered towards me. I ducked my head.

“Why wouldn’t you be able to remember?”

Chace shook his head. “Something’s going on and,” he looked at me. “We can talk about it later.”

Jonah nodded. He opened my bedroom door, ushering Chace out with a wave of his arm. We exchanged one last glance, a small smile passed between us before Jonah slammed the door behind him.

He waited, hand on the knob, ear pressed to the wood, listening out for Chace’s bare feet scratching against the floor, down the hall and around the corner, out of earshot.

“You told me you were gonna tell him,” he said.

A small lump formed in my throat. “I was –
we
were - after he saw the doctor but he can’t – he won’t – come out and see him.”

Jonah threw out his arms. “So what, we’re just gonna let him remain in the dark?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Aren’t you supposed to figure this out?”

Jonah twisted up his mouth. “You’re right, that’s my job. But I’m a little concerned that you’ve forgotten how to do yours.”

I clutched my sheet closer to my chest. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re his assistant first and his fuck-buddy second. Your job is to assist in getting his memory back.”

My jaw tightened. “I’m trying.”

Jonah spit out another laugh. “You aren’t doing anything but lying on your back while you get fucked.”