Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (34 page)

Chapter Eleven

It
took me a while to fall asleep and so it didn't surprise me that it was so late
in the morning when I finally woke up.  Sleeping in hotels is always so much
easier because of the blackout blinds.  I've never been able to find something
as good for my room at home.

It
takes me a few moments of yawning and stretching before I realize I'm alone in
the bed, and this time there's no smell of coffee to let me know that Chase is
still around. 

"Chase?" 
There's no sound coming from the other room, so I slip out of bed, just as
naked as when I went to sleep last night, and chance a peak outside the bedroom
door.  The room is deserted, but there's a plate with a chocolate croissant
sitting on the coffee table by the couch and a bottle of water.  I walk quickly
through the rest of the suite, but Chase isn't there.  He didn't mention having
a tournament to play, but perhaps he just left on an errand. 

I
pick up the croissant and eat it on my way to the bathroom.  I'm hungrier than
I thought, so it's gone in minutes.  Not surprising since I slept right through
breakfast.  

I
have a quick shower and when I come out, Chase is sitting on the bed smiling at
me.

"You
have an incredible body," he notes, his eyes taking as much of it in as he
can as I scrub a towel through my hair to dry it.

"Sorry
I slept so long.  What have you been up to?"  I finish drying my hair but
I don't cover my body.  I like how much he seems to be admiring it.  His
attention makes me feel sexy.

He
takes a moment before answering, his eyes distracting his mouth as they feast
on my still damp body.  "I didn't want to wake you.  You looked so
peaceful.  I just went downstairs and had housecleaning do me a favor." 
He nods toward the door where I see my clothes from the night we met cleaned
and in a clear plastic bag, hanging over the doorknob.  "I had them wash
them this morning.  One of the perks of pretty much living here."

"Oh
god, thank you," I exclaim, smiling at the thought of finally being able
to put on my own clean clothes.  "That was very thoughtful of you.  I
guess I should take that as a hint that you want me to get dressed.  Is that
really what you had in mind?"  I walk forward playfully so that I'm within
reach of his arms, and he doesn't waste time grabbing a handful of my bare
flesh and pulling me forward onto his lap.

"Actually,
I have a couple of things in mind, and neither of them require you to get
dressed..." he grins as his hands brush against my breasts.  "But
honestly, I thought maybe we'd pop over to my place today?  Maybe have some
lunch there?"

"Really?"

"Don't
look so shocked!  You'll see that there's no big secret, I just hardly spend
any time there.  The casino is much more interesting."

"When
do we leave?"

"As
soon as you're ready."  His hands close on my nipples, rolling them in his
fingers.  "Unless you want to stay for a bit..."

I
squirm out of his grip and spin off of his lap and onto my feet.  "I can
be ready in 10 minutes.  I'm not giving you a chance to change your mind. 
There'll be plenty of time for that later."

Chase
flashes me his version of puppy dog eyes, but I respond by sticking out my
tongue.

"I
can think of something you can do with that tongue," he quips.

"So
can I, but later!"  I call back, disappearing into the bathroom.

True
to my word, I'm ready in ten minutes and we're in his private car in twenty.

"Nice
neighborhood," I mutter as we pass mansion after mansion.  I can't imagine
having a house like this and not wanting to spend all of my time in it.  Chase
is quiet, staring out the window as we pull up to a broad Spanish style
bungalow on what seems to be a very large property.  The car pulls around the
circular driveway and up to two massive and ornate wooden double doors. 

"Here
we are."  Chase doesn't seem that excited, but I'm glad he decided to
bring me.  Regardless of how much time he spends here, I'm interested to see
what he calls home.

With
a plastic bag filled with the lunch we picked up on the way, Chase turns to me
one more time.  "Now again, I don't spend a lot of time here so try not to
judge me too harshly."  He turns to the door and presses a code into an
electronic keypad.  Apparently rich people don't need keys anymore.  With a
little electric whir I hear it unlock and Chase pushes the door open, ushering
me inside.

The
house is spacious inside, with Spanish arches separating an open concept area
that includes a well-designed kitchen that flows into a family room.  It’s
furnished exceptionally well, but everything looks like it was purchased out of
a catalog and barely ever used.  As we walk through, I'm surprised by the utter
lack of personality.  "Where's all your stuff?"

"What
do you mean," he asks, looking around.  "There's a couch, TV-"

"No,
you're stuff.  Pictures.  Knickknacks.  Personal belongings?"  I walk
through a hallway and find the master bedroom.  It's just as barren as the rest
of the house.  It has a big and gorgeous four poster bed in the middle of the
room, some dressers and side tables, but nothing personal at all.

"I
dunno, I'm not really into material stuff.  Everything important to me is at
the hotel.  I have a few boxes of other stuff in storage, but I never really
felt the need to unpack any of it."  He shrugs, looking sheepish. 
"Like I said, I don't really spend time here."

"Then
why do you have such a big place?"  I walk over to the window and look out
across a well-manicured and fenced in yard.  There's a huge pool, glistening in
the midday sun with a waterfall cascading against rocks behind it.

I
hear him sigh and I turn back towards him.  Chase is looking sullenly at the
floor.  I suddenly feel guilty for giving him a hard time about this place
after he warned me.  I pushed him into bringing me, I shouldn't be so
judgmental about it.  "I'm sorry," I say, approaching him. 
"It's a beautiful place.  I guess I just come from a different world.  I
can't imagine having this much space and not wanting to fill it up with my
stuff and spend every minute here."

Chase
looks up at me, the blue of his eyes sparkling at me.  "I guess I wasn't
expecting to have an empty house forever.  It's just depressing to have a big
place all for one person.  At the hotel, I'm at least surrounded by other
people."

"I
get it," I nod.  I sort of do.  I can see how living here alone would feel
very empty.  Of course, I probably wouldn't have bought such a big place for
myself in the first place, but then again, I don't have millions of dollars.

"Let's
go eat lunch," he said, pulling my hand as he tries to guide me out of the
bedroom.  I pull back and he looks at me quizzically.

"Hold
on," I say with a grin.  "I believe I promised you the use of my
tongue..."

Chapter Twelve

Chase
doesn't last long, leaning against one of the posters of his bed while I kneel
in front of him, pulling every inch of his hardness between my lips that I can
fit.  I'm hungry for his cock, hungry for his hands gripping my hair and hungry
for the sound of my name uttered repeatedly as he fills my mouth with his hot
essence.   

When
he's done, we move to the kitchen and dive into the Chinese food we had
brought, using paper plates and plastic cutlery supplied by the restaurant so
that Chase won't have to clean any dishes.

"I
really do like this place.  I just think it needs a more personal touch.  But
it's gorgeous, and has a great layout." 

"Yeah,"
Chase nods, looking around.  "It
is
nice."

"How
long have you lived here?" I ask after swallowing a mouth full of Kung
Pao.

"Not
long," Chase replies, still looking around.  "I really don't even
think of this place as home since I never really spend any time here.  So what
do you want to do tonight?"

I
pause with another mouthful of food as I look at him.  He's now paying closer
attention to his own meal than is necessary, so I know he is deliberately
trying to change the subject.  Not only does he not like living in this house,
he seems to hate talking about it as well.

"Not
sure."  I have my own house waiting for me back home.  Apartment, anyway. 
Whenever I'm there it's comfortable, and when I'm away I miss it.  But today I
feel bummed at having to return so soon.  "I leave tomorrow, you know.  My
flight's at noon I think.  So I'll have to be at the airport around ten."

Chase
looks up at me, his cool blues probing into mine as he searches for something
behind them.  "That means I still have you for one more night," he
finally smiles.

"Whatever
are you going to do with me?"

"I
can think of a lot of things I'd like to do to you, but all of those are things
that have to be kept private and I was thinking you might want to go out
again.  Party it up on your last night."

I
shrug.  Last night's party was more than enough excitement for me.  I don't
think I could handle another run in with any more of Chase's past.  Not to
mention all of the fans that seem to hound him.  "Does it sound lame if I
say I'd rather stay in with you?  Just watch a movie or something?"

Chase
reaches out and touches my hand, running a fingertip up along my knuckles, past
my wrist and then back down again.  "Not at all.  I would love a quiet
night in with you.  We can order room service for dinner and not leave for
anything."

I
sigh, blowing a strand of hair out of my eyes and returning my gaze to my
meal.  Of course to him that means back to the hotel even though we're already
here at his actual house, but I'm not going to push the issue.  It was enough
that he brought me here at all.  His hotel room makes more sense anyway.  At least
there I don't feel like I'm inside an expensive home decor catalog where I
can't even sit on the couch for fear of creasing it.  He probably doesn't even
have any movies or cable set up anyway.

"Sounds
great," I say, pausing to take another bite of lunch.  "Maybe there
will be time for some of those private things you wanted to do to me,
too."

"Oh
there'll definitely be time for those.  In fact, I think that from the time we
get back to my room until you have to leave tomorrow, you shouldn't be allowed
to wear a stitch of clothing."

I
throw my head back and laugh at that suggestion.  "What about when they
deliver the room service?"

"Well
that'll save me having to tip..."

I
giggle and swat his shoulder.

"You
can hide in the bedroom until they leave."

"Wait,
aren't you going to be naked, too?"  I can't help but glance down between
his legs as I think about Chase Anderson sitting around naked for a whole day. 
He's certainly succeeded in raising my enthusiasm at the prospect of going back
to his room, at the very least.

"I
never said that.  Someone has to let the waiter in, like you said.  Seeing me
would almost be the exact opposite of a tip.  I'd have to pay extra for PTSD
therapy."

"No
fair," I protest. 

"Finish
up and we can discuss the terms on the way back to the hotel."

I
stick my tongue out at him and he darts forward, quickly kissing it before I
can pull it back into my mouth.  I'm just as quick, though, and before he can
pull his head back I wrap a hand around it and pull him back in for a proper
kiss.  It's just getting good when my phone beeps with a new message,
distracting me long enough for Chase to pull away. 

"Hey,
I wasn't done," I protest.

"We
should finish up and get going, there will be plenty of time for that at the
hotel."

I
make a dissatisfied grunt as I reach into my purse for my phone.  It's Harrison
again, asking me about the flight tomorrow.  I shove the phone back into my
purse, but while I'm in there I verify that my passport and ticket are both
safely tucked away.  I'm glad I was paranoid enough about the security at our
cheap hotel to carry those around with me.  Harry trusted his to one of the
pockets of his suitcase. 

I
still haven't picked up my bag, but I'd packed light anyway.  I've almost
convinced myself that losing a couple sets of clothes and a new bathing suit
are worth not having to run into Harry again before I have to leave. 
Especially now.  Chase has changed things for me, but I'm not even sure how.  I
certainly don't want to discuss it with Harrison though.

Chase
has already finished his meal and is putting all of his garbage into the carry
out bag we'd brought.  "If I leave this here it'll attract ants.  I'm
never around on garbage day.  I don't even remember when it is."

I
roll my eyes at him and scarf down the rest of my meal.  Normally I'd be
annoyed at the feeling of being rushed, but after the plans we'd just discussed
I'm as anxious to get back to the hotel as he is.

"Come
on," he says, holding his hand out for me as soon as I'm done.  I reach up
and take it.  His warmth and strength surrounds me and I don't want him to let
go.  Thankfully he doesn't, as he leads me out of the house and back to his
waiting car.

Once
we're seated he scoots next to me and holds me tightly against his body.  I
smile and turn to see him watching me.

"I
can't take you to the airport tomorrow," he says.

"Oh." 
I know I can't expect him to, and I wasn't going to ask, but part of me had
hoped that he would have wanted to see me off.  "That's okay, I can take a
cab."

"No,"
he shakes his head.  "I can't take you because I don't want you to go.  I
want you to cancel your flight.  Stay here with me."