Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (31 page)

Chapter
Five

"Suck
my cock, Lila," he growls.  My mouth is already full of him, so I take it
as a request to go deeper.  I reach under my chin for his heavy balls, rolling
them in my hand as my mouth slurps in as much of him as I can fit. 

"Holy
shit, Lila."

I'd
smile if I could, but settle for just humming an acknowledgment since I know
that will add to his pleasure.  He has a beautiful cock, but as much as I would
love for him to come down my throat right now, I need him to fuck me again
instead.  That's the release I need at the moment, which means this act is just
a means to an end.  Much like my entire motivation for being in this room in
the first place.

"That's
so fucking good," he groans.  "My god..."

His
hips are starting to move and his hands have slid into my hair, so I know it's
time to stop before he gets carried away. 

"Fuck
me, Chase," I say when my mouth is free of him.  "I need you to fuck
me as hard as you can, okay?"

Our
eyes meet and I can tell he knows I'm serious, can read the desire from my gaze
or hear it in the quiver of my voice.  In a moment our positions are reversed
and he's on top of me, reaching across to the side table to grab a condom. 

I
pull the wrapper from him and tear it open, sliding it along his hardness and
pulling him forward much faster than he would have been able to do on his own. 
In moments I'm filled with him again, and my hands and nails are digging into
his muscled back, urging him forward as fast and as hard as he can manage.

Chase
responds in the way I need, thrusting into my core while my cries of ecstasy
urge him forward.

"You're
so fucking hot," he pants.  "I love how much you want me."

I
can't remember needing a fuck as badly as I do right now, and Chase's cock is
more than enough to satisfy my craving.  Sex with Harrison had always been
okay, but never so powerful.  Never as animalistic.  I rarely came from Harry's
cock alone, but now I'm on the verge of my second orgasm from Chase.  Part of
it is probably just situational.  Something about the almost anonymity of this
gorgeous sort-of-maybe-famous stranger with the thick and heavy dick pounding
into me.  I can't discount that.  But there's another part of it.  Chase is
sensual.  Powerful.  Something in his eyes and his little half smile. 

It
probably gets him laid all the time. 

"Fuck,"
I breathe heavily into his shoulder as he pushes so deeply into me that he hits
a spot that hasn't been stimulated in months. 

"So
tight," he groans back.  I imagine everyone seems tight around the monster
he's packing.  My nails dig harder into his back and he lets out an even louder
noise.

"Fucking
come," I whisper.  "I want you to come."  My own orgasm is on me
as my eyes roll back into my head.  Waves of pleasure rock through my body and
all I want is for Chase to join me in his own hot release.  I squeeze tightly
around the fleshy intruder between my legs, pulling him forward with my legs
around his back.

Chase
responds, his tattooed back stiffening with tension even as his cock releases
spasms of sexual fury inside of me. 

The
weight of him as he collapses down in exhaustion is a welcome shield to the
emotion beginning to well up inside of me.  I've let the sex and Chase and this
hotel room and everything else distract me, but I can't ignore the feelings any
more.  It's one thing to know that my relationship with Harrison is finally
over officially, after all I haven't been blind to its looming demise hovering
over us for weeks, but it was another to see how callously he cast me aside on
a whim.  Obviously the choice to follow Chase up here was mine, despite what
was agreed upon by the men at the table, but just the fact that Harry would
even offer me up like that was devastating.

I
bury my face against Chase's shoulder, hoping to hide the tears.  He stiffens
again, and then pulls me closer into a tight embrace, as if knowing exactly
what I'm feeling.  Maybe he felt the wetness against his skin, or the gasp in
my breath as I tried to hold in a sob.  In any case, he understands what I need
and I'm grateful not to have to hide it anymore, so I bite back any shame I'm
feeling at breaking down so completely and begin to sob.  My chest heaves and I
gasp, letting the tears run down my face until they meet his skin, the contours
of his muscled shoulder carrying them away.  In response, Chase only wraps his
warm embrace around me even tighter without saying a word.

He
lets me cry for a while, holding me against him and running his hand up and
down my back and through my hair.  It's peaceful, and feels more intimate than
it should, given I just met the guy an hour ago.  More intimate, even, than the
sex.  But it's what I need, and he seems to know it.

That
cry was born of more than just tonight.  Frustration over the last few weeks,
months even, knowing that the end was coming.  Harrison and I had a
relationship like the final firework on the fourth of July.  Hot flame started
us off and we shot high, and the big explosion made us feel wide eyed and
happy.  But as soon as it started to fade, disappointment settled in.  For me,
at least.   I kept waiting.  Looking around for more explosions of passion that
never came, trying desperately to replace the memory burned into my head of
what was. 

Tonight
is me finally realizing that the show is over, and I'm not interested in
sitting through the next show.  I don't want another one time explosion of
passion that I'll have to try to cling to for months. 

Chase's
hand rests on my back, no longer running up and down my skin.  The sound and
rhythm of his breathing tells me he's asleep.  He held onto consciousness long
enough to wait for me to stop sobbing before letting himself fall asleep.  He
might not be as much of an ass as I first thought, but he's still just a
rebound.  A convenient distraction from my immediate pain.  In some ways it would
have been easier if he was an ass.

He's
still cocky, though.  He still made a gamble to get me up here, and like a fool
I went for it anyway. 

I
should leave now, but my eyes are heavy and I really have nowhere else to go. 
I repeatedly promised I wouldn't sleep with Chase, but actual sleep seems
pretty tame compared to what we just finished doing. 

But
in the morning I really need to get the hell out of here. 

Chapter Six

The
smell of coffee tickles my nose until I feel awake enough to open my eyes.  As
cliché as it sounds, I almost expect the previous night to have been a dream
and wake to see Harrison staring at me across the bed.  Instead, all I see is a
pillow encased in much nicer cloth than the one at our hotel.

"I
didn't know what you normally eat for breakfast, so I ordered a few
things."

Pushing
up onto my elbows, I spy Chase standing near the closet, already dressed in
smooth black slacks and a dark purple button down shirt.  The top couple
buttons are undone and I see the top of his hard chest.  He was still as good
looking as I remembered.

"You
said your boyfriend's name was Harrison, right?  Does he go by Harry?"

"Just
to me," I nod slowly, letting the sleep fall away from my head before I
correct him again.  "And it's ex-boyfriend.  Why?"

"He's
been texting you all morning," Chase cocks his head toward a table next to
the bed where I'd set my phone down last night.

I
sigh heavily, reaching for it and scrolling through the messages from
Harrison.  He wrote that he is worried sick about me since I didn't come back
to the hotel room last night.  Typical of him not to realize how I was
feeling.  He probably thought I just stormed away in a fit of momentary anger
and would be waiting for him back at the room when he returned.  I throw my
phone back onto the bed and turn back to Chase who is examining himself in the
mirror.

He
sees me in the reflection looking at him.  "You should stay here
today," he turns and looks at me with a smile.  "I'd love for you to
be here when I get back, although it might be a while."

"Where
are you going?"  I haven't forgotten the resolution I made last night
about leaving, but the texts from Harrison have reminded me that I have nowhere
to go.  Nowhere that I want to be, anyway.  I really don't want to see him
today.  I don't want to hear any of his excuses or pleas for another chance.

"I'm
playing in a tournament.  It starts at noon."

I
glance at the clock and am surprised that it's already well past eleven.  There
is a cart next to the bed with a variety of breakfast food, as promised, even
though it's almost lunchtime. 

"Eat
something," he motions.  "Get up whenever you feel like it, make
yourself at home.  There's a laptop in the other room you can use.  Have a
shower, do whatever you want."  He pauses, then adds.  "You don't
have to stay here, but don't go back to
him
."

The
way he says
him
makes it sound like a bad word.  Like he's an evil
monster.  Harry has his faults, and I'm through with him, but Chase doesn't
know him and I have to bite my tongue to keep from defending him again.  It
doesn't matter anyway.  Besides, it's kind of sweet that Chase is trying to
protect me from someone he regards as bad news, even if it's based on a
somewhat misguided first impression.

"Thank
you," I finally say, although I'm still not sure whether I'm going to stay
or not.

Chase
gives me his little half grin and walks forward.  His hand reaches down and
cups my bare breast.  I didn't even notice the covers had fallen away, exposing
me.  His hand is warm and he flicks my nipple with his thumb as he bends
forward and kisses me.  I still feel like it's bold of him, even after last
night, but I kiss him back anyway.  Partly as a reflex but just as much because
I remember how good it feels.

"Stay,"
he whispers as he pulls back.  He can tell I'm still unsure.  "I have a
break at two and I'll come back up."  The way he says it makes it clear
what he hopes to do on the break.  To be honest, the idea is appealing to me as
well.

I
nod and smile, but his eyes tell me he knows I'm still not convinced.  I may
have broken a couple promises to myself last night, but leaving him behind as a
one night stand was one I had really intended to keep.

Chase
straightens, pulling his hand from my body.  I instantly miss the warmth and intimacy
of his touch but I push the feeling away.  I barely know him, and he's already
leaving for another poker game anyway.  He's likely just as much of a
degenerate gambler as Harrison.  I have to stop getting mixed up in shit like
this.

Before
he leaves the room, he grabs his sunglasses from beside the bed and slips them
over on.

He
finally leaves with one more promise to return soon and I settle back against
the pillows, picking up my phone and staring at the texts from Harrison.  I
spend some time formulating a reply that will explain how I feel

11:46
AM Lila: Fuck off. 

It's
a simple enough message, but I know with Harry I need to be more direct.

11:47
AM Lila: It's over. 

He
responds immediately, as if he's been sitting and waiting for me to get back to
him.

11:48
AM Harrison: Lila, let's talk about this.  Come back.  Where r u?

11:50
AM Lila:  There's nothing to talk about.  It's over Harry. 

He
calls now but I don't pick it up.  Harry hates texting and would much rather
talk on the phone, but I won't give him that respite.  If he wants to continue
to bug me, he'll have to suffer through it.  He finally gives up and goes back
to text.

11:55
AM Harrison:  This is silly.  Please let's talk about it.  What about your
stuff?

11:57
AM Lila:  Just leave it in the room.  I don't want to see or talk to you.  I'm
turning off my phone.

I
don't actually turn it off, but I toss it next to me on vibrate and listen to
it buzz as he continues to plead his case.  I just don't even want to read his
excuses anymore.  They're hollow and meaningless, and hearing them again just
makes me angry and tense. 

Turning
my attention to the food on the tray, I pick up some strawberries and push
myself out of bed, popping them into my mouth and then pouring a cup of
coffee.  I don't really want to put on last night's clothes, and since the
blinds are still drawn and I'm alone, I walk naked into the other room to look
for the laptop Chase had mentioned.

I
find it on the coffee table, open and turned on. 

"Okay
Chase Anderson," I say aloud.  "Let's see who you really are."

After
five minutes on Google I'm back in the bedroom, dialing back to Canada on my
cell phone.

"Lila? 
Hi, how's Vegas?"

"Evelyn,"
I say my roommate's name quickly, ignoring her question, "tell me
everything you know about Chase Anderson."