Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (37 page)

Chapter
Seventeen

"Just
give me a few minutes to settle up and we'll get out of here," Chase says,
squeezing my hand and then leaving me in the motorcycle showroom as he follows
the owner into the office to pay for his bike repairs.  He still hasn't told me
where he's taking me later, and I have to admit to feeling a bit nervous. 
Yesterday's skinny dipping session really was one of the most risky things I've
ever done, and I was actually relieved that he didn't try to have sex with me
in the pool.  I was embarrassed enough.  But after our swim we barely made it
into the kitchen before Chase took me right there on the floor.  Clearly the
idea of doing risky things was a turn on for him.  Honestly, I was pretty hot
as well.  The only annoying part was how quickly we had to get going again. 

Chase
had another quick meeting back at the hotel with his agent, forcing us to eat
our lunch in the car on the way back.  He led a very active and busy life, and
I wasn't quite used to it yet.  Harry and I were more likely to sit around in
our pajama pants and watch TV than to be constantly on the go.  I don't miss
doing that as much as we did, but I wouldn't mind if Chase would stop for at
least one day and spend some time at his place just chilling.

As
if summoned by my thoughts, my phone began to ring and the caller ID said it
was Harry calling from Toronto.  I hadn't heard from him in a few days, my
anger dissipating enough that I felt I was ready to talk to him.  Briefly.

"Hi
Harry," I answered.

"Lila. 
Hi.  Thanks for answering."  There's a silence on the phone.  I don't
really know what to say.  "So, uh, how ya doing?"

"I'm
okay.  Look, Harry..."

"I
know, I know.  I was a dick.  I know.  I guess I just... I wanted to
apologize.  Sometimes I just get carried away in the moment..."

"You
hurt me, Harry.  You offered me up as a prize in a poker game."  I thought
I was mostly over it, but being with Chase so soon after it happened likely
just distracted me from the pain.  The pain of feeling like I was worth so
little to Harry, but also the pain of losing our relationship even though I
knew it was over even before we got to Vegas.

"I
know.  I'm sorry.  Can we get past this?"

I
walk towards one of the bikes on the showroom, running my hand idly along the
leather seat and up to the chrome handlebars as I talk.  "Not in the way
we were.  We're done, you understand that don't you Harry?  It's not just about
the poker game.  It wasn't working before that."

"I
know."  I hear a sadness in his voice, a resignedness to the way things
are now that I didn't hear last time we spoke.  "I'm just hoping me can still
be friends."

"In
time.  We can talk about it more when I get back."

"Do
you know when that will be?  What are you doing out there anyway?"  That
second question isn't one I want to answer, so I focus on the first.

"I'm
not sure.  But when I'm back I'll give you a call, okay?  We can talk about
things then."  By then maybe I'll be ready to talk about Chase.  By then I
might understand myself where this is going.

"Okay. 
I'm really sorry, Lila.  I'll always care about you, you know that,
right?"

"I
do," I say.  My anger toward him is gone, and so is the love I thought I
once felt.  But I don't wish him any harm.  He'll always be a part of my past
even if he isn't part of my future.  "I feel the same way, Harry.  But I
gotta go now, okay?  We'll talk soon."

I
hang up, happier that I took the call than I thought I'd be.  It was good to
get a bit of closure with him.  I feel like he gets that it's over now, and he
accepts it.

"Ready
to go?"

My
head snaps around to see Chase standing in the door to the office.  I'm not
sure how much of that conversation he heard, if any.  His face gives nothing
away, as usual. 

I'm
hunched forward with my arms locked around Chase's stomach as the motorcycle
thunders down a desert road.  I have no idea how fast we're going, but I'm
absolutely certain it's faster than the speed limit.  It's also faster than I'm
sure I've ever gone on land.  I'm terrified, but at the same time exhilarated. 
My blood is pumping quickly, pushed through my veins by a pounding heart, and I
would need a crowbar to loosen my grip.  But at the same time, it's exciting. 
And the vibrations of the bike coming up from between my legs is achingly
distracting, making my thoughts turn to Chase and whether or not our ride will
end at a place where I can fuck him silly.

We
continue racing through the desert, a cloud of sand forming behind us in our
wake even though we're technically following a road.  After a while we begin to
pass a few signs that whip past me before I even have a chance to read them,
but they lead us to a small little airport before Chase begins to finally
slow.  As he pulls us to a stop I'm finally able to focus on where we are.

I
rip off my helmet.  "Are you kidding me?  Skydiving?  You want to go
skydiving?"

Chase
pulls his helmet off as well, a huge grin plastered across his face. 
"You'll love it."

He
wears that grin all through our training session, where our instructors go
through all of the things to know about jumping.  I'm terrified, but unwilling
to give Chase the satisfaction of chickening out.  There are six other people
in our class, but Chase seems to be the only one barely paying attention to the
instructors, spending more time looking at me and smiling.  I ignore him as
best I can, desperate to absorb every shred of information they provide so that
I can stay alive.  I'm not sure at all that I can do this, but it's a relief to
hear that first time divers don't go alone, instead jumping attached to an instructor
who is in charge of pulling the chute. 

Even
after hearing that I still focus on the lesson as if my life depends on it. 
I'm pretty sure it does.

"You're
sexy when you're concentrating," Chase whispers to me, leaning close
enough to my ear that I can feel his hot breath raise the hairs up along my
neck.

"Shut
up and pay attention," I whisper back, not removing my eyes from the front
of the class.  I'm surprisingly disappointed when he listens to me and pulls
his body back away from mine, but it's for the best.  I don't need any
distractions right now.

When
the instructors have finally bombarded us with as much information as they can,
they lead us to the staging area where we get outfitted in jumpsuits and
ridiculous looking goggles. 

"How
sexy do I look now?" I say, turning to Chase with the bug eyed plastic
glasses on my face. 

He's
holding his own goggles, but he laughs and leans forward to kiss me hard on the
lips.  "It would be impossible for you to not look sexy."

I
stick my tongue out at him, still mad that he's dragged me here.  I consider
pleading with him to just put me back on his bike and ride us home, but I want
to prove to him I have a wild side.  Even if it's new.

The
instructors begin to pair off with students and I look around, waiting to see
who was going to be attached to me in what could end up being the final moments
of my life.  No one approaches, so I turn to Chase who doesn't have anyone yet
either.  "Who are we jumping with?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Do
you really think I'd let someone else experience the thrill of this with you? 
That I'd want anyone else's body attached to yours while you free fall at 120
miles an hour?"

Is
Chase telling me that this has all been a practical joke and we aren't going to
jump after all?  I feel something in my stomach, but I'm not sure if it's
relief or disappointment.  Maybe both.

"So
we aren't jumping?" I ask.

He
laughs.  "Oh we're jumping.  Together.  You and me," he reaches
forward and twirls me around, pulling my body against his so that my fabric
covered ass slaps against his hips.  "Locked together in free fall."

Chapter Eighteen

"What?"

"You
don't think this is my first jump, do you?"

My
eyes widen as I spin back to face him.  He looks serious, even though he's
flashing his half grin at me.

"I've
been coming here for years.  I jump on my own all the time.  I'm more than
qualified to take you down.  I cleared this with them yesterday."

"Are
you kidding me?"

Chase
spins me around again, and pulls me back against his body, putting his arms
around me and kissing my neck before he brushes his lips against my ear. 
"This is how close we'll be on the way down.  Do you really want someone
else against you like this?"  His voice is a whisper that makes my knees
weak.

He
knows the answer and doesn't wait to hear it.  "You're going to love
this."

He's
still repeating that same phrase to me an hour later as we stand on the plane
14,000 feet in the air above the desert waiting for the doors to open.  Chase
is strapped against my back, but he's holding my sweaty palm in his own warm
and calm hand and rubbing my arm with his other.  "You'll do fine.  Trust
me.  You're going to love it."

I
can only nod at this point, unsure whether or not opening my mouth would be
such a good idea.  I'm not sure whether I fear screaming or throwing up more,
but in either case, keeping my mouth shut seems wise.

One
of the instructors yanks the doors open and the plane gets immediately louder. 
I watch as one attached couple approaches the door.  The instructor sits with
the student in front of them and then before I know it he pushes off and they
disappear from view, hurtling toward the ground.  My heart skips a beat and I
feel Chase squeeze my hand tighter. 

It's
seeming more and more insane to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

Someone
motions to us and Chase gives me a little push to get my legs moving towards
the opening.  The ground below seems impossibly far and I immediately regret
looking down.  I feel dizzy, but Chase is still holding my hand and keeping me
steady as he negotiates us into a sitting position on the edge of the plane
doorway.  My eyes are shut now.  I'm only happy he's behind me and can't see
that.

Chase
yells something but I can't hear him over the roar of the plane engine and the
wind rushing by our ears.

"What?"
I yell back.

Instead
of an answer, I feel Chase push away from the plane and my stomach jumps as I
flail around, trying to find something to anchor onto.  There's nothing there
but emptiness, and I finally let out the scream that I had been holding back. 
I'm sure it's loud and embarrassing, but I barely hear it over the rush of wind
in my ears.  All of a sudden Chase's arms wrap around my body, holding me close
and reminding me that he's right there behind me.  The thought relaxes me
appreciably and I'm grateful that he's the one back there.  I'm still terrified
and keeping my eyes screwed shut, but I no longer feel quite as alone and
disoriented. 

Chase's
mouth is next to my ear, yelling at me to open my eyes.  How did he know they
were closed?

Taking
a deep breath to try and calm myself, I do as he asks.  The ground below looks
the same as it did in the plane, instead of hurtling toward me menacingly as I
had expected.  In fact, I don't even feel like we're moving at all.  It's
beautiful, though.  Chase was right, and I'm immediately glad he talked me into
it.

A
few seconds later his lips press against my ear again.  "Hang on!"

Before
I know what he's talking about, I see the chute fly out from behind us and open
up above, right before I feel our bodies jerk hard.  The wind in my ears
immediately stops roaring as our fall turns into a float.

I
take a moment to enjoy the sudden quiet and peacefulness.  The wind is now
pushing us along instead of roaring past us, and it gives me the feeling of
floating.  The sense of relief that I feel now that the chute has opened successfully
is tremendous, although the adrenaline is still rushing through my veins.

"Amazing,
isn't it?"  Chase's voice surprises me, but it's comforting being reminded
one more time that he's still there.  At least he no longer has to scream, but
his mouth is right next to my ear. 

"Utterly
beautiful," I reply.  The world below us looms slowly larger as we
continue to drift.  I see the airport, and the area where we're supposed to
land, but it still feels like a long way off.

"Welcome
to my world," he says.  His lips touch my neck and I lean my head back
into it with a little purr.

"Thanks
for inviting me." 

"I
can't imagine anyone I'd rather be strapped against as I leap out of a
plane."  His mouth nibbles on my ear now and he puts his arms around my
waist, squeezing me.  I feel a bulge press against my ass.

"Well
hello there," I say, slipping my hand behind us and giving his cock a
squeeze through his jumpsuit.  As elated I am at how beautiful the world looks
right now, I suddenly can't wait to land.

"Fuck,
fuck, fuck," I moan, pressing Chase's face against my hot core as he
continues to lick all the best spots.  After the adrenaline rush of the jump
and then the vibrating motorcycle ride home, I almost couldn't make it to the
room before I was practically begging Chase to lick me.

His
skillful tongue draws a shuddering orgasm from me within minutes, and then he
scrabbles to roll his condom on while I wait impatiently.  I let out another
string of curse words as soon as I feel his cock spreading my folds and sinking
him hip to hip with my body.

"Fuck
me.  Do it hard and fast, don't slow down."

He
practically growls as he begins to comply, his hips slamming hard against me
with each powerful thrust.  My fingers pull along the tattooed skin of his
back, trying to draw him in even deeper.  His breath is hot and frantic against
my shoulder, he's concentrating too much and moving too violently to even kiss
me.  I reach further down his body, filling my hands with his hard ass and
squeezing, still pulling him forward with each thrust. 

Within
minutes his body stiffens with release, a groan fills my ear and his hands slip
behind my back.  He hugs me forward as he pushes deeper and then rolls me on
top of him while he stays buried inside of me.  I rest my head on his chest as
I wait for his body to relax.

"I
love the feel of your weight on me," he whispers.  I let out a satisfied
little hum in response.  I only lift my head as much as I need to in order to
see the clock.  It's not even five, but a day full of over stimulation has left
me exhausted.  I don't mean to sleep, but the next time I open my eyes the
clock says six thirty.  Chase is no longer next to me, but I can hear his voice
in the other room.

I
push myself up, wondering if he's ordered dinner and talking to the waiter.  I
walk to the door and listen, not wanting to expose myself in case he isn't
alone, but his voice is the only one I hear.  By the pauses in the
conversation, I can tell he's on the phone.

"I
don't know how much time I have, so it'll have to be quick."

Pause.

"Because
I don't know how much longer she'll sleep for, it's already been almost two
hours."

Pause.

"Don't
be like that, Denise."

Pause.

"Okay,
I'll see you downstairs in a few."