The Debt 10 (Club Alpha) (11 page)

“I’m happy,” she whispered.
 

“I want to make you even happier.”

“Then make love to me, Chase.
 
Please.
 
I need you now.”

She’d never even used that phrase
before.
 
Making love.
 
It had always sounded so cheesy.
 
But it didn’t this time, and when Chase
laid her down on the bed, and slowly removed her wet panties, she felt the
opposite of silly.

She felt completely sexy, and languid,
her body ready for him, ready to receive him and give to him all at once.
 
Her skin was radiant, warm, and
glimmering with sweat, and her pussy was juicy, as she spread her legs in
anticipation.

Chase took his boxers off, and then
climbed on top of her, his massive frame hovering above her, like some kind of
majestic mountain.

I
want to climb him all the way to the top
.

He was nothing short of Mt.
Everest—a human being that had completely fulfilled his ultimate
potential.
 
His body was godlike,
his sexuality was unrestrained and unashamed.

She was so wet and ready for him.

“I’m falling in love with you,” he said.

There was a hushed silence.
 
“Oh God, Chase—I’m falling in love
with you too,” she said, as he slid inside her, his huge pulsating member
filling her as her soul was simultaneously filled with the emotion of deep
connection with this man.

His hips pumped slowly against her, as
Chase looked into her eyes.
 

“You’re so beautiful,” he told her.

“Oh…oh…oh my…” she was losing the power
of speech as he slid in and out, stroking her, and slowly stoking the fires
that were already raging to unprecedented levels within her body.

Each new stroke made her come closer and
closer to ecstasy, and Chase took his time, his muscular torso flexing,
completely smooth and graceful and restrained.

But the power of him was like nothing on
this earth.

Her legs stretched and contracted, her
heels hitting his rock-hard ass.

Chase’s stomach slapped into hers now, as
he sped up, his rhythm becoming more driven, more determined.

“I want to make you wet,” he said.

“Oh God, I’m so wet,” she cried.

“More,” he said, bearing down on her now,
pressing into her clit, hitting her g-spot furiously as he slid in and out more
and more rapidly.

Her center was wet, full, and
excited.
 
She spread wider for him,
and wider still, and then, she was gasping, gasping, crying out—as a wave
of furiously intense orgasms ripped through her body, one after another.

She scratched her hands down his back,
pulling him close as she locked her hips against him and allowed him to deeply
penetrate her again and again while she climaxed.

As she was finishing, he groaned and his
hips exploded into hers a half dozen times, and she could feel his cock
expanding as he shot his semen into her, pulling out, spurting and then forcing
it back into her pussy again as he filled her even more still.

“I’m coming inside you,” he said, his jaw
tight, as he fucked her pussy and came like a man possessed.

She loved it.
 
She knew it was risky, impulsive,
stupid.

But she didn’t care.

She didn’t want anything but him, and him
alone.

***

Chase held her the rest of the night, as
they slept in his bed, completely nude, their bodies fitting like puzzle
pieces.

Faith slept more deeply than she’d ever
slept in her entire life.
 
She awoke
as Chase’s alarm went off, and he rocketed out of bed in response to it.

When he came back from the bathroom, he
looked fresh and awake.
 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody get
out of bed so fast,” she told him, laughing a little.

He shrugged.
 
“Habit, I guess.
 
I can’t really afford to sleep in.”

“Where are you going now?”

“Practice,” he told her.

She vaguely recalled him mentioning
practice the night before.
 
“You
practice on Saturday before a game?”

He nodded, chuckling.
 
“Sure do.
 
Only day off for us during the season is
Tuesday, and personally I still do a lot of studying game film and working out,
even then.
 
But today will be a
light day—mostly just going over the game plan.”

Faith started to sit up and prepare to
get dressed so she could be ready to leave with him. “I’m not as quick as you,
but I promise I’ll be ready to go.”

“No,” he said, waving at her.
 
“You go back to sleep.
 
Relax.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look,” he said, stepping into a pair of
track pants.
 
“I’m going to practice
and then I’ll come back here and pick you up.”
 
He went to his closet and pulled out a
shirt and pulled that on as he continued talking.
 
“We stay at a hotel near the stadium
tonight, but I want you to come with me.”

She stared at him open mouthed.
 
“Seriously?”

“Seriously.
 
Unless you have other plans.”
 
He gave her a mischievous grin.

“No, I don’t, but…I mean…is it allowed?”

He laughed, shaking his head.
 
“Yeah, it’s allowed.
 
Some guys have wives and kids with
them.
 
I think you’ll be okay.”

She felt her belly fill with warmth as an
involuntary smile overcame her.
 
“I’d love to go with you.
 
And what about the game tomorrow?”

“Front row seats, girl.
 
Only the best for you.”

Chase got a duffel bag together, came and
gave her a long kiss, and then ruffled her hair, as she tried to fight him
off.
 

“Chase!” she cried out, giggling.

His strong hands tickled her ribs and then
he squeezed her breasts as her nipples stiffened.
 
“I have to warn you,” he said.
 
“When I come back I’m going to be full
of testosterone and raring to go.
 
My energy before a big game is always high and I might need to work it
out on you.”

She was already getting wet, and she
grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand down between her legs.
 
“I’m ready when you are,” she murmured
into his ear.

His fingers rubbed her pussy and then he
slid two fingers in deep, fucking her slit as she moaned and opened for him.

“You are ready,” he said, his voice thick
with excitement.

“I’m so fucking ready.
 
Fuck me before you go,” she begged.

“I don’t have time,” he said.
 
“I’ll be late.”

“Fine,” she pouted, moving his hand away
and closing her legs.

“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” he said,
grinning.

“Yeah.”
 
She turned her face away, still
pouting.
 
She only half-meant it.

But then suddenly he was upon her,
turning her onto her stomach on the bed, and pulling his track pants down, and
sliding into her from behind.
 
His
body pressed into her as he fucked her, taking her quickly.

Already, she was coming, just from the
excitement of it—the unexpectedness of his power and speed and
aggressiveness.

His cock pushed into her, pulsing,
spreading her as his hips smashed into her butt cheeks and the bed squeaked
beneath them.

He really was aggressive and full of
testosterone, she thought, as he took her from behind and his hands grabbed her
hair and pulled her head back.

His lips sucked on her neck and then he
pushed himself deep into her and they both climaxed together—Faith for
the second time in just minutes.

“Damn,” he whispered, as he pulled out
and got out of bed.
 
“You threw me
off, girl.
 
I need to hit the road
already.”

“I’m glad you took a little time to give
me some attention,” she smiled at him, rolling onto her back.
 

He looked down at her, his eyes still
inflamed with need and hunger and desire.
 
“I gotta watch out for you,” he said.
 
“You’re dangerous.”

Funny
, she thought.
 
That’s
what I think about you
.

But she just smiled.
 
“Come back soon.
 
I’ll be waiting.”

“You bet I will,” he grinned in
return.
 
And then he picked up his
bag and headed out the door.

For some time after she heard the front
door close, Faith just lay in bed smiling, like some sort of loopy maniac who’d
overdosed on happy pills.
 
And then
she rolled over, pushed her face into the pillow and squealed with joy.

For a few minutes, all she could do was
smile.
 
How had this happened?
 
How had she gotten here, in this place,
with this man?
 

He was beyond just being the man of her
dreams.

He was the man of every woman’s dreams.

Finally, she roused herself from bed and
padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower, and waited for the water to
warm up.

As the mirror fogged from the steam,
Faith caught sight of her own grinning face and thought—
I don’t look like me anymore.

The dour, unhappy, pensive expression
she’d always worn was gone.

It was like a miracle.
 
Faith hadn’t even realized just how
unhappy she’d always been, until now.
 
Only now, when she was filled with joy, had she realized the depth of
her previous sadness and discontent.

Once in the hot shower, she smelled his
scent.
 
His shampoo and body wash,
and she picked them up and sniffed each in turn, luxuriating in everything
Chase Winters.

Oh,
thank God we found each other.

She closed her eyes and grinned some
more.

After washing up, she got out of the
shower and dried off, then found one of his discarded t-shirts and put it
on.
 
She liked that it smelled of
him, and also it fit her like a long nightgown, coming down to her thighs.

Eventually, she made her way downstairs,
humming to herself, and rustled up some coffee.

As she was watching it brew, lost in
thoughts about the magic of last night, there came a knock on the front door
that made her jump.

“Fed Ex!” someone yelled.
 
“Need someone to sign for this
package!”
 
The knock came again.

“Shit,” she said, and then ran by the
door.
 
“Hold on just a second!” she
shouted.
 

Running upstairs, she quickly put on her
skirt and blouse and then ran back downstairs as fast as she could, hoping the
delivery man hadn’t left.
 
When she
opened the door, she was already apologizing.

“I’m so sorry to keep you waiting—“
she began, and then the man pushed through the door and past her, and she
realized her error.

“Hey!” she cried out.
 
“What are you doing?”

“Relax cupcake.
 
Where’s my boy?”
 
The man was tall, although not as tall
as Chase.
 
He was older, but with a
cocky stride that somehow made him seem younger than he likely was.
 
His face had deep creases around his
mouth and brow.

“You need to leave,” Faith said, leaving
the door standing open.
 
“I’m going
to call the police.”

The man turned and looked at her, his
face wrinkling into a smile.
 
“He isn’t
here?”

“Please go.
 
You’re trespassing,” she said, “and I’m
going to run outside and have someone phone the authorities.”

“Oh, the authorities,” he said, looking
down his nose at her.
 
“Right.”
 
He scratched his chin and spun
around.
 
“Winters!” he called
out.
 
“Where you at, baby?”

“He’s at practice.”

The man spun back to face her again.
 
He was wearing a sleek leather jacket
that was hanging open, with a t-shirt beneath and gold chains that hung down
around his neck and over his upper chest.
 
His curly brown hair was short, and his five o’clock shadow had flecks
of gray in it.
 
“My boy does have
that work ethic.
 
Always did.”