Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (52 page)

Chapter Forty-Seven

With
Chase on my left, his wife on my right and his step son across from me, I feel
like I
’
m eating in a daze,
barely aware of how delicious the food is.  Mirana and Chase are talking to
Diego, and I get the feeling they're letting me catch up at my own pace as I
come to terms with everything I've just learned and how I'm feeling about it
all.

If anything, I'm overwhelmed and
exhausted.  The gamut of emotions I've run through over the last hour has left
me drained.  It was horrifying to learn of Chase's marriage, and that led to
anger.  First at Denise, but quickly shifting to Chase.  Then fear,
embarrassment and shame after talking to his wife and believing that I was
contributing to the destruction of their marriage.  Finally surprise and shock
at learning the truth. 

So many secrets were being covered up with
lies, half-truths or omissions.  Faking a marriage to get a Green Card means
they were even breaking the law.  It's not even a law I agree with, and who
knows how much longer it will even be an issue now that the USA is opening up
relations with Cuba?  Besides, sometimes the end justifies the means.  If it
was the only way Chase could keep Mirana and Diego safe from Juan, who am I to
judge?  And I can't really blame him for not telling me about it even if it did
break my heart
. 
But Chase was right, it
wasn't only his secret to break and, if discovered, the repercussions to Mirana
would be
considerably worse
than to Chase
.
  The United States
government does not take breaking its laws lightly.

Maybe Evelyn was right.  Not all lies are
equal.  I was burned by Harrison and his betrayal, but he’s a much different
person with much different motives.  The old poker player I'd met in Macau was
right as well.  Even when Chase isn't completely honest, he has a good reason
for what he’s doing.  I just need to learn to trust him.

I look over at him and he sees me turn,
giving me a smile and reaching under the table to grasp my thigh.  I put my
hand on his and squeeze him gently as a sign that everything is okay.  His
smile deepens as he gets the message.

"This is delicious," I say,
turning to Mirana.  She beams a smile back at me.  "And you have a
beautiful house."

"Chase's house," she nods.

"Yours as long as you want to
stay," he corrects her.  "I've told you that many times."

"He's very generous," Mirana
seems to be embarrassed.  "He lets us live here and never takes
rent."

Chase shrugs.  "The house belonged to
my father.  It became mine when he died and it’s all paid off.  Why would I
take money for it?"

Mirana shakes her head and sighs but I
just smile at her.  "If there’s one thing about Chase I've learned in the
brief time I've been with him is that he’s generous with his money and there’s
really no point in arguing it.  He's very stubborn."

Mirana laughs.  "You
do
know him well after all."

"Uh, I'm right here," he
protests with his own little grin.

The little bit of humor breaks the tension
I've still been feeling and all of a sudden our conversation begins to flow
much easier.  We talk through the rest of the meal before Diego leaves to go
play in his room.

"He's a nice kid," I note as he
politely excuses himself and runs off.  "It must be hard to raise him on
your own."

Mirana nods.  "It's easier now that
he’s in school.  I have my days to myself again.  Mostly, anyway."

"So what do you do with your
time?"

"Oh, it always seems to get
filled," she shrugs.

"Mirana volunteers at a woman's
shelter," Chase says.  "She helps a lot of people."

His wife shrugs again, looking
embarrassed.  "I just try to help women who were in the same situation as
me.  I know how hard it is to leave.  I couldn’t have done it without Chase,
and if I can give back by helping other women then it’s my pleasure."

"That’s wonderful!"

"Chase got me in there; it’s another
thing I owe him."

"Now wait, that one isn't completely
altruistic, you know that."  He looks over at me.  "It's really on
the job training as far as I'm concerned."

"How so?"

"Poker players are always looking for
a cause," he says, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of wine
before continuing.  "Once I realized how hard it was for Mirana to get
away from Juan, it got me to thinking about other women in similar situations. 
I couldn’t help all of them the way I helped her, but there are ways I can make
a difference.  So I got some of my colleagues together and we started a
foundation.  We're opening up a women's shelter next year, and Mirana is going
to run it once she gets her G
reen
C
ard."

"Wow.  That’s amazing Chase."

He shrugs.  "Mirana will be doing all
the work.  I just gathered together the money to get it started."

"You did more than that," she
adds. 

"A little bit.  There’s work involved
in the foundation itself aside from the actual shelter.  But once everything is
setup and the shelter is operating, it’s all yours to run.  That’s why you have
to soak up as much knowledge as possible while you're volunteering."

Although I don't doubt the cause or
Chase's desire to help women by opening the shelter, I suspect a lot of the
reason he’s doing it is to ensure that Mirana will have  secure employment. 
”Anyway, let's help you clean up before Lila and I get out of your hair so that
you can put Diego to bed."

The three of us clear away the plates from
dinner and help Mirana wash them.  It's very hard not to like the woman, and
I'm very happy that Chase helped her get away from that bad situation.  The man
continues to impress me at every step.

"Thank you so much for dinner." 
We're standing outside the house and Mark has pulled the car up into the
driveway to wait for us. 

"I was happy to meet you,"
Mirana says, honesty showing through her smile.  "Chase deserves someone
like you.  He's spent too much time alone or with... the wrong people."  We
both know who she’s talking about.  "Come back soon.  Both of you."

Chase gives her a hug and then leads me to
the car where he slides in next to me.  His arm slips around my shoulder and I
lean against him, much more content now that I'm not angry with him.

"Where to?" he asks.

"Wherever you're going," I say
as I snuggle against his warm body.  "That’s where I want to be,
too."

Chapter Forty-Eight

The
ride back to Chase's hotel is quiet.  We're sitting in the back of the limo and
I'm happy to just hold his arm tightly against my body.  Relief and fatigue
after a day of travel have led both of us to exhaustion and now that I no
longer have anger pumping me full of adrenaline, I'm ready to collapse.  I can
tell by the way Chase is riding with his eyes closed that he feels the same. 
By the time we get back to the room, we pull off our clothes, stumble into bed,
and fall asleep immediately.

But hours later I wake.  It's the middle
of the night, and I'm disoriented after dreams of Chase and I being ripped
apart, quite literally, by a Denise like demon.  I reach out and find his
chest, rising and falling in sleep but then stirring at my touch.

"What's wrong?" his voice is
heavy and groggy but I'm happy to hear it.

"Nothing," I whisper back. 
"I just needed to feel you near me."

"I am.  I always will be."  His
voice is getting stronger, more alert.  His hand comes up to mine and closes on
it, giving it a little squeeze.  I appreciate it, but I need more right now. 

Rolling to face him, our lips find each
other in the dark as he pulls me into a warm embrace.  Our kisses are shallow
and quick at first, and soon Chase breaks away to kiss along my cheeks and neck
before returning to my mouth.  He takes one of my lips within his own, sucking
it into his mouth and then finally his tongue presses forward and our kiss
deepens.  I sigh against him as his hand skims along my back and up into my
hair, pulling me closer against him as he pushes in deeper.  His cock is laying
against my thigh, and without looking I can feel it harden.  It stiffens even
more as my fingertips lightly brush against it, but neither of us make any move
to get there yet.  Our kisses are all consuming at the moment, and their
urgency is leaving us both gasping for quick breaks as we seek out each other's
neck or shoulders before continuing.

Chase's strong hands are rubbing the back
of my head, massaging my scalp and neck and pulling a shudder of relaxed
pleasure from my body.  I pull my lips away again and wrap one of my hands
around his head, pulling his lips back to my neck.  He responds by covering it
in light kisses and then biting gently, not stopping until I'm covered in goose
bumps and moaning in excited pleasure. 

My hand wraps around his cock which is
completely erect now, but his other hand closes against me just as I start to
try and guide him between my legs.  He stops me and then moves his hand between
them instead, searching out my hot core and honing in immediately against my
clit.  A sound escapes my lips as my legs open wider.  Chase wastes no time in
slipping against my moistness and pushing in with his fingers, and I grind
against him as he does.  It's not ultimately what I want, but it’s a great way
to warm up.

His fingers continue to rub and my ass is
grinding against his bed in response.  His touch is quick but not rough, and
his mouth has left my neck again to return to kissing me deeply.  I'm breathing
heavily into his mouth, and my hand is wrapped tightly against his cock.  It's
throbbing in my hand, and hotter than I remember it ever being.  I want to rub
it and give him some extra stimulation, but his fingers are too distracting. 
It feels wonderful, but I need the closeness of his body on mine.  I want to
feel him fully inside of me, and not just with his fingers.  I tug him again,
breaking away from his mouth again so that I can whisper against his ear.

"I want you inside of me,
Chase."

He nods, knowing immediately what I'm
talking about.  He reaches across me and grabs a condom from his side table,
ripping it open and slipping it on in record time before rolling over on top of
me.  The heaviness of his body against mine, even as he rests most of his
weight on his elbows, is immediately comforting.  My hands drop down to his
firm ass and I squeeze his cheeks while pulling him forward at the same time.

His cock enters me easily, the moisture
from my insides providing a slick and ready passage. 

We both let out a groan as his hips touch
mine and he bottoms out.  I'm stretched by his girth.  It almost feels as if
he’s bigger today than ever before.  Maybe I'm just more sensitive, but I think
he feels it too, and his body slides slowly back and forth as if he’s savoring
each inch of stimulation as he draws his shaft along my wet flesh.

Chase pulls my leg up by the knee, raising
my behind off the bed just enough so that he can push even deeper into me with
each thrust.  I let out a satisfied moan as he does, and then another as I feel
his hand slide down along my ass and squeeze it.  His chest is sliding along my
nipples and I wonder if he can feel how hard they are.  To me, it feels like
they're little diamonds, trying to cut through the hardness of his chest.  Each
movement of his body stimulates me in a different way, and yet another moan of
pleasure is only cut off as his mouth descends back onto mine to resume our
earlier kiss.

The whole experience is an assault on my
senses and I'm happy to let myself be overwhelmed by him.  I can taste the
masculine flavor of Chase's tongue as it works against mine.  I can smell the
sweat of his body as he pulls and pushes against me.  I can hear the grunts
coming from low within his throat, and I love watching him move up and down
against my body.  But most of all, the feeling of him inside of me is what I'm
focused on the most.  The merging of our bodies, the complete invasion of his
cock within me, the sensations have taken me away to a world of pleasure that I
have no desire to escape. 

The feelings today are different than they
ever have been, with Chase or anyone else.  What we're doing isn't just trying
to get off.  We aren't just two strangers or casual daters trying to fuck and
make each other come.  This time isn't about having sex.  This time is about
making love.  And each time Chase looks down at me, I can see in his eyes he
feels the same way.

His blues are shining, and he tilts his
head a bit as he gives me his little half smile right before kissing me again. 
His speed has increased, and the pleasure within my core is at its height. 
There is a tension within me that I can't hold back any more.  I let out a
scream and my body tightens around Chase.  I wrap my bent knee up and around
his body, pulling him deeper against me. 

Chase goes with it, only pulling back a
couple more times against my grip before unleashing a roar of his own.  His
hips slap against me and push deep as he shudders with his own release.  I can
feel the tension in his back with my arms that are also draped around him,
hugging him close, but after a few more twitches I feel it relax.  He finally
sinks down onto me, and I pull him even tighter.  I don't want him to roll off
just yet.  I want to feel his weight just a little bit longer.  I want to feel
his cock inside of me for just a few more moments.

"Wow," he breathes into my ear. 
His breath is hot and fast.

"Wow," I agree.