Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (33 page)

Chapter Nine

"Ex,"
Chase corrects her quickly.

Denise
throws her head back and titters with a shrill little laugh.  "Of course,
ex, ex.  I'm just teasing Lila here."  Her eyes meet mine as her head
comes back but they show no sign of mirth.

Denise
looks older than me, probably in her early thirties.  Her hair is pulled up
into an expensive and professional looking updo and her eyes are framed with
more than a hint of eye shadow.  She purses her full red lips as she looks me
up and down.  "Lila," she says my name again slowly, making it sound
as if both syllables are separate words.  "You must be a new... friend...
of Chase's?  He hasn't mentioned you before."

"Funny,
he hasn't mentioned you either," I respond.  I get more of a reaction from
that statement than she did, which satisfies me.  There's a flash of anger in
her face, but Chase is quick to step in.

"Ladies,
ladies, let's be civil here.   Lila, Denise and I have been broken up for a
while but we're still friends.  Denise, Lila and I just met but I really like
her and would love it if you two could at least act friendly to each
other."

Denise
laughs again, putting her hand on Chase's chest and letting it slowly slide
down.  "Of course, I'm just teasing, you know me.  Why don't we all get
acquainted over a drink?"

Chase
looks over at me and I force a smile onto my face.  "Sounds great."

He
turns and hands me the drink he had originally left to get.  From the corner of
my eye I can feel Denise watching.  Judging.

Before
any of us can say another word, two men approach and step between us, rudely
separating Chase from Denise and I.

"You're
Chase Anderson!" one of them accuses.  "No fucking way."

"We
watch you on TV all the time!"

Great. 
More fans.

"So
you're Chase's new distraction?"  Denise has taken Chase's diversion as a
chance to launch a new attack.

"Excuse
me?"

"Oh
don't be so sensitive, darling.  I'm sure you know that a man like Chase doesn't
stay around long.  There are always plenty of younger, prettier things to
distract him.  The dangers of trying to tie yourself to a celebrity."

I'm
caught off guard by the accusation and I don't even know how to respond, so she
continues.

"Trust
me, Chase is a free spirit.  You won't be able to drag him to the alter no
matter how good you are in bed."

I
can feel the heat in my face and wonder whether the night is hiding my flushed
skin or if the club lights are betraying me.  "What are you talking about?"

"Please,
honey, you don't think you're the first weekend tourist to try to win the heart
of Chase Anderson, do you?"

"I
didn't even know who he was,"  I protest, before I can hold my tongue.  I
shouldn't even respond to this woman, she's obviously just trying to get a rise
out of me.  Not to mention that I had planned to leave in the morning anyway. 
Monday at the latest.  I have a flight, after all. 

"Oh,
of course," she says sarcastically.  "You just happened to flirt with
a famous, wealthy millionaire without a clue who he actually was."

"He
picked me up, I didn't even want to go with him."  I have to stop
explaining myself to her.

She
pauses at that and a look of anger passes quickly across her face, almost too
fast to recognize.  But it makes everything clear to me immediately.  "He
dumped you, didn't he?"

This
time she doesn't mask her emotion.

"You
think you're better than me, you little slut?  Mark my words, you're nothing
special.  Chase will move on within a week and you'll go back to whatever
little hick town you're from, and he and I will still be here in Vegas, living
the high life."

"Oh,
I get it," I say slowly.  "You actually think he's going to get back
together with you eventually, don't you?"  I shouldn't be continuing to poke
her with a stick, but she's a bitch and deserves it. 

Her
mouth opened to reply, but I cut her off by turning to Chase and speaking over
his fans.  "Can we get out of here?"

"Definitely,"
he immediately agrees.  "Sorry guys, gotta jet.  But yeah, give me those
and I'll sign them for you."  Chase takes something from the men and turns
to the bar to give them an autograph.

"I'm
so sorry you have to leave so soon," Denise smiles at me, the lie coming
easily to her lips.  "The party is just getting started."

"That's
okay, I'm sure you'll have plenty of fun all by yourself," I reply. 
"Besides, I think Chase and I are going to have a lot more fun at our own
private party back at his place."

Denise's
eyes narrow.  "You mean his hotel room, of course?  I'm sure he isn't
taking you back to his house."

"Wherever
he and I can be alone is fine with me."

"Oh,
I understand.  Men always keep their girlfriends at hotels.  Oh wait, no,
sorry, I'm thinking of hookers.  They always keep their hookers at
hotels."

I
feel the heat rise against my face again.

"Ready?" 
Chase is standing beside me now, the two fans having finally left him alone.

"Absolutely."

He
turns back to Denise.  "Have a good rest of your night.  We're going to
head out now."

"Of
course," she smiles.  I can already tell how fake her smile is and I've
only known her for a few minutes.  "And I'll let you know about
tomorrow."  After she says that she turns her smile toward me. 
"Lila, such a... pleasure."

I
nod noncommittally and turn quickly away, unwilling to even give her a fake
smile of my own.  Chase's hand on my back leads me through the crowd, back
inside and then out the door.  He's on his cell phone, calling his car to come
back and pick us up.

If
I wasn't so annoyed I'd be impressed at how quickly it arrives.  I wait until
we're inside and away from other ears before I turn my gaze to him.  I know
it's none of my business, and I have no plans to see this man after Monday, but
the fact that she said it in front of me was clearly meant to piss me off and
the fact that it worked pisses me off even more.  Since I can't hold my tongue
any longer, I at least try to sound nonchalant.  I have no idea if I'm
successful.

"So...
you're seeing Denise tomorrow?"

Chapter Ten

"What
happened between you two?" Chase asks, raising an eyebrow and squinting at
me.  I can see the sides of his lips struggling not to curl up into his little
half smile.  Is he really amused that we were fighting over him?

"You
really dated that woman?  She's a complete bitch."  I'm not sure if he
changed the subject on purpose, but I wanted to get my feelings out about her
anyway and it seems like he wasn't as completely oblivious to the tension as I
thought.

"She's
not so bad," his smile finally breaks through.  "I think she was just
jealous of you."

"Because
she wants to get back together with you?"

He
raises an eyebrow again.  "What makes you say that?"

"Are
you kidding me?  Chase, it's completely obvious.  Why would you think she'd be
jealous if you don't think she still wants you?"

"I
just meant that she was jealous of how beautiful you are." 

I
turn my head to look out of the window, feeling my cheeks get red for what
feels like the millionth time tonight.  I stiffen as I feel him put his hand on
my knee, but I don't move it off.  It feels comforting to have it there. 
"I doubt that's what she's jealous of.  She's gorgeous.  Why did you two
break up, anyway?"

"We
just aren't compatible.  I mean, I know what you're saying about her being a
bitch.  She wasn't that way to me, but she can be that way to others.  We just
weren't a good match."

"But
you like her enough to remain friends?" I turn my head back to look at
him, interested in his response. 

Chase
shrugs.  "We're not as close as she might have led you to believe.  We've
remained friendly, and we talk occasionally, but it's not like we hang out with
each other socially.  It was just a coincidence that I ran into her
tonight."

I
consider telling him what she said about him treating me like a hooker, but I'm
too embarrassed by the comment.  Still, I can't help but feel like there might
be truth to it.  "She knew you'd never taken me to your house..."

Chase
sighs and shakes his head.  "She's just being a bitch.  She knows I don't
spend time there.  She's just trying to get under your skin."

I
can't wait any more so I circle back to my original question.  "So then
what's happening tomorrow?  What was she going to let you know about?"

"It's
nothing, she just said that to annoy you.  A friend of mine has an extra seat
on his jet tomorrow, he's flying to LA for a few days with a few other players
for a tournament.  Denise has friends there so I asked if she wanted to
go."  Chase's hand feels warm as he slides it along my skin, moving up my
thigh.

"Were
you supposed to go to LA?  Was that seat supposed to be for you?"

He
shrugs.  "I can go to LA any time.  I'm hoping to be busy doing something
a lot more fun with someone a lot more interesting."  His hand moves even
further up my leg and his body follows as he leans towards me, coming closer
with each word.  "And gorgeous.  And funny.  And smart-" 

"Just
shut up and kiss me," I breathe.  H's already so close to me I can feel
each compliment brush against my skin.

As
his lips finally touch mine, I melt against him and get lost in the smells and
tastes of his mouth until we feel the car stop.  We make it up to his room in
record time and our clothes find the floor just as quickly.

"I
need to feel you.  To taste you."  Chase pushes me back against the bed
and I have no willpower to stop him.  I want him as much as he wants me.

He
pushes my thighs apart with his hands and then slides forward, keeping them
spread with his broad shoulders.  I'm leaning forward on my elbows, watching
him.  His tattoo covered back swirls with designs I had been too distracted to
examine yesterday.  Today proves no different as I'm distracted once more when
his tongue finds the wet folds between my legs.

"Fuck,
Chase," I cry out.  I close my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure.

"You
taste so fucking good, I could do this forever."  He breaks only to tell
me that and then returns his attention to my body.

"That
would be too much.  Forever." The pleasure is already pounding against me,
my pussy feels swollen and ready to explode against his mouth.  He doesn't
stop, though, doesn't even slow.  Instead, he begins to make hot circles with
his tongue, focusing on the center of my pleasure before dipping down and
pressing into my dark core. 

"It's
too much," I hiss, putting my hands in his hair and gripping tightly.  I
can't bring myself to push him away.

Chase
continues to ignore me.  His expert tongue has found places I'd forgotten
existed in my time with Harrison and now that they've been rediscovered they're
too intense.  There's no more holding back.  I scream as an orgasm is ripped
out of me.  At first I pull Chase even harder against my quivering wetness, but
then I use my grip to yank him away just as the stimulation becomes too much.

"Fuck,"
I pant.  "I need... you to fuck me.  Now."

Chase
doesn't waste time.  He reaches across my body to his nightstand and the hairs
on his chest pull against my engorged nipples.  My hands slip down the contours
of his back and over his hips until I grab two handfuls of his ass.  I only
begin to squeeze before he finds what he was looking for and moves back down
between my legs.  It only takes him a moment to slip the condom on his already
hard cock and then he's positioned at my swollen entrance, his blue eyes
shining down into mine as he thrusts forward to immediately fill me.

I
reach forward, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down and tight
against my needy breasts.  I want to feel his chest pulling against my nipples
again with each thrust of his powerful hips.

"You're
so fucking hot," he moans as his dick pushes deeper.  "I want to fill
every inch of your body with mine."

My
mouth finds his as the stubble from his face burns my chin with each urgent
kiss.  I let his tongue invade my mouth, giving truth to his promise of
invading me fully.  My hands reach down to find his hard ass once more, and I
dig my nails into the flesh just as he thrusts one final time before shuddering
to his own hot conclusion.

His
lips fall away and I feel his panting breath against my neck even as his hips
slow their frantic pace.  They continue to slowly grind against me for a few
more moments before he pulls himself off and slips down next to my body.

I
listen to his breathing slow and then fall into a pattern indicating sleep. 
The clock beside the bed reads well after midnight, which means it’s Sunday. 
Only one more day here before my Monday morning flight. 

All
of a sudden I'm not quite as anxious to get on that plane.