Killer: A Bad Boy Romance (7 page)

“What are you studying?” Chase asked, narrowing his eyes at me. “I’ve never seen someone write so goddamn much before.”

“Psychology,” I told him after a beat. “With a focus on early childhood education.”

Chase nodded. “You like kids,” he observed.

“I do,” I admitted. “I love them.”

Chase shot me a long, hard look. “Whatever,” he said. “All girls do, right?”

I burst out laughing. “Not even!” Chase looked surprised.

“I thought it was, like, a requirement of being a chick,” he said with wide eyes. “I always worried about having a bunch of little Chases running around out there.”

The thought of “a bunch of little Chases” made me blush. I knew that Chase claimed to have slept with a lot of women, but I didn’t want to think about just how many.

“A lot of women don’t like kids,” I clarified. “Like, for instance, some of the moms who bring their kids to Dawning Center.”

Chase raised his eyebrows. “Why do they have them, then?”

I shook my head. “I’m not sure,” I admitted. “But women’s healthcare is an important issue, and I don’t think a lot of people around here are very educated about it. I volunteered at Planned Parenthood when I was in high school, and I feel like a lot of women don’t even know that options exist.”

Chase narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, because dudes don’t want their bitches aborting their kids, or sleeping around like sluts,” he commented. Anger boiled beneath my skin. It was really incredible the effect that Chase had on my moods; I could be feeling completely happy and content and he would spoil it with a single remark.

“That’s a horrible thing to say,” I told him with a frown. “What if a woman was pregnant, and she got sick? What if she couldn’t take care of the baby?”

Chase shrugged. “Lacey, come on,” he whined in his gruff baritone. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

I stalked straight ahead and tugged at the passenger side door on Chase’s car. “Let in me,” I said stubbornly. “It’s cold.”

Chase leaned his head over the roof of the car. “Not until you accept my apology,” he grunted. “I mean it. I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m sorry, Lacey.”

I felt a hot blush rise up my neck. “It’s fine,” I said after a beat. “It’s really okay. I don’t mind.” I
did
mind, but I didn’t think this was the time or place to be discussing it with Chase.

“Okay,” he said finally as he got in the car and unlocked both doors. “Do you wanna go home?”

I thought about it. “Probably,” I admitted. “Do you have business to do?”

Chase’s face darkened. “A little,” he said. “But it’s gonna have to wait, unfortunately. I can’t do anything until tomorrow.”

“That sucks,” I said flatly. Suddenly, I remembered something. “Do you want to get food?” I asked. “I don’t really have anything at home. We could get takeout, or we could go grocery shopping.”

“I have a dick, I don’t shop for groceries,” Chase snapped. He drove out of the college so quickly that the back tires skidded on a patch of ice. I clutched the dashboard breathlessly while Chase laughed at me.

In the end, he drove to a McDonalds. We got a few bags of cheeseburgers and fries and took them home. I was pretty disgusted with the idea of eating fast food for a few days, but what else was I supposed to do? Chase wouldn’t let me out of his sight, and he refused to enter the grocery store with me. This was turning out to be a bigger pain in the ass than I’d thought.

“I have to study for my last final,” I told him when we got home. “If you need anything, I’ll be in my bedroom.”

Chase glared at me. “Yeah, you’re real good at giving me what I need,” he said finally. I was confused; I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. I knew it was possible that he resented me for having to protect me, but there was a part of me that thought he secretly enjoyed it. I could tell he wasn’t used to being around women, but there was still something comforting and safe about him.

I locked myself in my bedroom with a couple of cheeseburgers and nibbled at my dinner when I tried to study. Even when I stared at the textbook in front of me, I couldn’t concentrate at all. The words and phrases swirled in my mind, meaningless, like bird tracks on paper.

When I stood up to stretch and eat my second cheeseburger, I realized it was dark outside. It was only a little after 5:00, but it seemed as dark as midnight. Instinctively, I shivered and pulled my sweater a little more tightly around me. I had a nagging feeling that someone was watching me, even after I closed the blinds in my room.

“Hey,” I said to Chase, walking out into the living room. He was watching reruns of
24
on my laptop, and his focus on the screen was so intent that he didn’t even look up until I’d called his name three more times.

“Hey, yourself,” Chase greeted me, grunting and rubbing his tattooed neck with one of his thick hands. “Study your brain out yet?”

I shook my head. “I had the weirdest feeling that someone was watching me,” I admitted. “I know I’m probably just being paranoid, but…”

In an instant, Chase was on his feet. I watched as he methodically moved from room to room, looking out the windows in every direction. His heavy footsteps pounded against the carpeted floor, making the apartment shake slightly. When he came back to the living room, he shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone,” he told me. “But I’ll keep an extra eye out.”

I sat down on the edge of the couch. It smelled like
man
, like spicy, sweaty, musky man. I took a deep breath and blushed, imaging Chase laying his head down where I was sitting.

“What’s with you?” Chase demanded, looking at me with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting all jumpy.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “Do you want to watch a movie? I could use some distraction.”

Without saying anything, Chase pulled up Netflix and put on one of
The Fast and the Furious
movies. I made a face; I hated action movies.

“Do you want me to heat up some fries?” I got up and walked towards the kitchen. Chase didn’t reply, and when I pulled open the fridge I saw that it was empty. “What the fuck, Chase? Did you already eat everything we bought today?”

He gave me a guilty smile. “Yep,” he drawled, using the toothpick from his Swiss army knife to clean his teeth. “Do you want a pizza?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I’m starving.”

I sat back down on the couch and Chase scooted over an inch or two. There still wasn’t very much room, and I couldn’t lean back without my side or my back resting against him. I kept sitting up straight and then falling back against him, blushing and apologizing. After the third or fourth time that happened, Chase clapped a strong hand on my shoulder.

“Just stay there,” he told me, pressing me against his warm torso. I couldn’t believe how much heat was radiating from his body; he was like a human furnace.

“Okay,” I said. I swallowed hard and felt my heartbeat quicken. When I relaxed my body against Chase, I could feel his heartbeat pounding against my skin. The movie played on but I couldn’t pay attention for more than ten seconds at a time. I was too distracted by Chase.

“Quit squirming,” Chase mumbled in my ear. His breath tickled my sensitive skin and I giggled, wriggling against him. The harder I tried to stop, the more I found that I couldn’t stop laughing. Chase reached down and held me in place with a firm grip on each of my arms. I could still feel my sides shaking with laughter and the momentum made me jerk against him. Suddenly, his touch was more gentle. I sucked in my breath and watched as he traced his hands down my bare arms, scraping the skin with his short, ragged nails. I shuddered when they reached my waist. Chase reached around me with one arm and pulled me close to him so I was sitting in his lap. There was already a bulge between his legs and it poked me uncomfortably in the ass. I shifted around, trying to get comfortable, and Chase groaned loudly. He clenched me tightly so I couldn’t move and ground his hips against my butt. I shivered. Weird feelings were running through my body; I found myself feeling both aroused and terrified.

There was a scratchy feeling against my neck and I realized Chase was nuzzling me and shifting my head to the side. I felt him kiss and bite my neck and the feelings of pleasure inside me grew. Between my legs was damp and warm and I shifted on Chase’s lap, trying to turn around. Sensing my frustration, Chase grabbed my waist and turned me around on his lap so I was facing him. He hauled my pelvis close so I was sitting right on top of his erection and then wrapped my legs around his waist. My breath was coming in damp, shaky bursts and I looked into his big green eyes, wondering what was coming next. Chase leaned forward and kissed me, pressing his lips against mine. I moaned softly as I felt him nip at my lower lip with his teeth and slide his tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth wide as Chase explored my mouth with his tongue, licking me everywhere. He tasted like smoke and beer, and I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure as his hands gripped me firmly. Wrapping my arms around Chase’s neck, I pulled myself up so I was pressed against his chest. Under my sweater, I wasn’t wearing a bra and the rough material scratched my nipples. My whole body was tingling with desire, and although I felt confused, I didn’t want to stop. Chase slipped his rough hands under my sweater and yanked it off and over my head with record speed. The room was cold but he wrapped his arms around me and stroked up and down my bare back. The touch of his rough skin made me shiver. I arched my back and Chase’s hands slipped to my front. He tugged and pulled at my nipples, making me shriek and moan with pleasure. The pain that flooded my body from every pinch was instantly turned into pleasure. He was playing me like an instrument, and I couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

Every time I shifted on Chase’s lap, I felt him groan. His manhood was so swollen that I could feel the exact outline through my jeans. It felt especially good when I ground my hips on him and leaned forward, and Chase moaned into my ear.

“That feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” he murmured throatily, tossing his head back and groaning with pleasure. I grabbed his hands and put them back on my breasts, desperate for more of his touch. I’d never been this aroused in my life. Not even when I had those raunchy dreams about Chase the other night and woke up with my hand in my panties. I blushed to think of it now. Chase leaned forward and stuck his pierced tongue out, licking and sucking on my swollen and sore nipples. I practically screamed when I felt his teeth glide along my sensitive skin and clamp down. Chase slipped a hand between my legs and pressed it against the crotch of my jeans. It felt weird and I tried to wriggle away but he held firm, pressing the seam against my labia. He looked at me and I nodded briefly, then he ripped open the fly to my jeans and pushed me off his lap. I stumbled and landed on all fours on the couch. I heard Chase growl and felt his hands at the waistband of my jeans, yanking them down my pale, skinny legs.

I held my breath as he tossed my jeans on the floor and ran a hand down my bare back.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. I spread my knees apart and arched my back further so my ass was sticking far out into the air. Blushing furiously, I realized that someone could be watching us. I knew that the thought should have scared me, but I couldn’t help it; the idea of someone spying on us made me feel even hotter. The crotch of my thin panties was soaked by now, and every time I wiggled my hips, the wet fabric chafed against my labia. Chase spanked my ass and I yelped and tried to move away. He grabbed me firmly by one hand and held me in place as he spanked me again and again. I was intimidated and scared but it felt good, and soon I found myself leaning into his smacks. I pushed my ass against his hand and moaned.

“You little slut, you like that?” Chase whispered in my ear. I nodded my head, blushing furiously. One of Chase’s hands grabbed onto my panties and yanked them upwards in a vicious motion. The fabric slid into the crack of my ass like a thong and Chase tugged at it until he’d spread my labia as well. It felt amazing against my clit and I moaned loudly, squirming my hips and spreading my legs even further. Chase yanked at the material and spanked me again and I felt a spasm of pleasure rocket through my body. He did it once more and I cried out as shockwaves radiated from my pussy down to the tips of my toes. With his free hand, he reached underneath me and played with my nipples, casually yanking and tugging on them until I was crying out in pleasure and pain. I started begging him to touch me. I didn’t even know what I was saying, but the words were spilling out of my mouth in a torrent of desire.