A Commitment to Love, Book 3 (33 page)

“Bishop’s Avenue. An abandoned mansion on Bishop’s Avenue.”

“I have friends that have properties there.”

“You would.”

“I’ve been reading his journals. And for once, I actually know more than everyone else. At least everyone but your mother.”

“Stay away from her.”

Chase sighed. “She’s going to be a problem, Jasmine.”

“What are you saying?”

“We don’t have time to talk about that,” he insisted. “Touch yourself.”

“I’m getting ready to go.”

“Are you sure? I have a whole lot more information. Wouldn’t you rather be in the light, instead of the dark?”

“I’m in the dark right now.”

“What are you wearing?” he asked.

“Jeans and a shirt.” I set the flashlight upright on the floor. “What else do you have to tell me? Hurry up.”

“You’re the one that needs to hurry.”

“Fine. I’m touching myself right now.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am.” I smiled.

“Tesoro, I know how your voice sounds, when your fingers are on your pussy. Do it, baby. Touch her for me.”

“Stop.”

“Does she miss me?”

“Yes.”

“Touch her.”

“Benny could come back.”

“Fuck him. Touch yourself, tesoro.”

Arousal moved inside of my chest and then dove straight to the middle of my thighs. “Chase, I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Baby.”

“Hurry, tesoro.”

“You’re insane.”

“You love that about me.”

“Do I?” I leaned against the door, unbuttoned my jeans, and slipped my hands into my panties. Sparks rushed up my body. As soon as my fingers met my hungry flesh, I’d given all control over to him. “Now what?”

“Awww. Now you’re touching her. I can tell. It’s in the tiny hint of sensuality added to your voice. Say something else.”

I circled my clit and licked my lips. “Chase is a lunatic.”

“Oh yes, tesoro. You’re definitely touching her now. How wet are you?”

“So wet.” I guided my fingers to my opening and pushed one finger inside. “I miss you so much.”

“You miss me or my dick?”

“Both.”

“And my tongue?”

“Every night.” I pushed another finger inside and moved them in and out. Wet sloshing sounds filled the space. I groaned with lusty excitement. “I dreamt about you last night.”

“Did I have my face buried deep between your thighs?”

“No. You were Hades and I, Persephone.”

“That’s depressing.”

“Mmmhmm.” I stuck another finger inside and imagined that it was Chase’s thick cock pushing inside of me. “God I miss you.”

“Are you fingering that sweet treasure right now?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I promise you this … tomorrow, before the day ends, my mouth and cock will be kissing every place that you touch.”

My nipples hardened under my shirt, and I wished he stood in front of me to assault them with his tongue.
Damn you, Chase.
I increased the pace of my fingers, slipping and sliding into my warm tunnel and bumping my palm against my wet clit to get me to ecstasy faster. My body had been starved, my flesh dehydrated and barely holding on. This touch would only be a drop of water, and I feared that after this call I would be worst off, rather than better.

“Rock that pussy, tesoro.”

Just those freaking words had me close to coming.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Are you rocking into your hand?”

“Yes, baby.” I ground my center into my fingers. With each bit of pressure, my pulse soared, my hormones heated, and my body came close to eruption.

“I wish I was there.”

“Chase.” A soft whisper left my lips. I moved faster, needing to reach that point that helped me escape the craziness of reality. “Oh.”

“Come for me, tesoro. Just this once. And tomorrow, you’ll come for me again.”

I imagined Chase inside of me. Right in front of my face.

His eyes half closed.

His tongue traveling along my lips as he forced himself to hold on.

The passion in his eyes.

His low groan.

The urgency in his fingers as he squeezed me to him, his fingernails digging into my skin, but never hurting, just telling me how bad I made him lose control.

I remembered it all.

The squeak of the bed,

and the boom of the headboard crashing into the back of our wall.

My pussy, so wet, tired, and hungry.

He would take my nipples into his mouth and suck so loud that I’d moan out his name over and over, bouncing on his cock, doing a dance with my pussy.

I remembered it all, as I toyed with my moist flesh and moaned his name over and over.

“Yes, tesoro.” Chase’s voice traveled over the thick line with lust. “Come for me.”

“I am, baby.” I no longer stood against the wine cellar’s door. “Are you touching my dick?”

“My cock was out as soon as you said my name. I’m abusing him right now.”

“Don’t hurt him.”

“It can’t be helped. I’m picturing me inside of your naughty little mouth.”

The image flashed into my mind—me on my knees. Naked. My pussy exposed. Wet and throbbing, just craving Chase to caress the folds, gather my juices on his fingertips, taste his hand, and groan.

“Your flavor’s in my mouth. I’ve licked you until you screamed my name,” he whispered. “But I’m so damn mad at you for leaving that I’m about the ram my cock into your mouth.”

“Do it.” I toyed with that throbbing body inside of my panties. “I’ve been so bad.”

“I’m fisting your hair and guiding that beautiful mouth onto me.”

“Show me what you want, baby.”

“I want you to take all of me. Go so deep you choke, so that you remember not to leave again.”

“I won’t choke, baby.”

He moaned. “No, tesoro. You won’t.”

“Give it to me, Daddy.”

“Daddy?” he whispered.

“You’re disciplining me.” I slipped my hand under my shirt and freed my breasts from my bra. “I’ve been so bad.”

“But, you always take my dick like a good girl. Tugging on the tip. Milking me.” His words shifted into panted mumbles.

I pinched my nipples and groaned so loud I was sure Benny’s guards or maybe even Vivian heard me.

“Fuck. I grab those beautiful breasts of yours with both of my hands, and I’m rocking my dick into your mouth, letting you own me. They’re soft and full in my hands. Do you see it?”

“Yes, and I want you to come all over me.”

He could barely mutter the words through his heart-wrenching groans. “Such a good girl.”

“Come for me.”

“Let’s come together.”

“I’m so close.”

“I’m about to explode all over my hand.”

“Me too.”

In my head the whole dirty scene played out—his cock moving fast in my wet mouth. My body blazing with energy. Right when he was close to coming, he would slip his length out and spill all over my lips. He’d watch me, his liquid dripping down my chin and placing dots along my breasts.

It would drive him crazy.

And still, he would pump that cock some more, spurting out onto the rest of my face.

Spilling.

Warm.

His weakest moment.

A man naked cock in hands and eyes rolling.

No control.

The breakdown.

“Oh, tesoro.”

A ragged whisper left my parted lips, “Chase.”

My body transported far away. Miles past Benny’s crumbling mansion. Somewhere up in the stars, to a place that held no sound or solid view. Just blurring color bursting in my head—a flood of grass greens and sunshine yellows, blood reds dripping along ripples of blue.

And then, I orgasmed.

“Oh!” The shades merged together. I slumped against the door, humping the shit out of hand and murmuring his name over and over. “Chase. Fuck. Chase. Yes. Yes.”

“Fuck yes, tesoro.”

“Baby.”

He groaned. “Don’t forget daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I rode the last waves of pleasure.

“Argh.”

I laughed at the noise. My hands went slack as my body fell to the ground in exhausted horniness. I’d came, but my hunger hadn’t been quenched.

“You think I’m funny, tesoro?”

“What was that noise?”

“It was the sound of a depraved man jacking off in his plane’s bathroom.”

“I caught you as you were landing?”

“We’ve been here for some time. That doesn’t matter. You’ve lowered me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“I don’t touch myself. If I’m horny, I point and get it.”

Jealousy panged at my heart. “Officially we’re not together, so if you are horny, you have every right to—”

“What? You’re saying officially I can go have sex with other women? Yet, unofficially, if we got back together you would kick my ass?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny—”

“Officially, no other man better touch that body, mind, or spirit. Officially, we are together. Unofficially, we are together. Do we understand each other?”

“Wow. A man can’t touch my spirit either? What if I want to go to church or something?”

“Tell the priest to get the fuck out of your way.”

“I could go to hell for that.”

“We’re together.”

I pulled my hands out of my pants and checked the time. “Fuck. We have to end this.”

“No.”

“I have to go and you have to be careful.”

“So you’ve accepted the fact that I’m involved in this situation, and not giving up?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re a madman.”

“Besides that?”

“You’re stubborn and used to following your own rules.”

“Close, but not yet.”

I swallowed. “Because you love me.”

“There we go.”

“You can’t just come to this mansion. There are guards all over the place.”

“I figured that. Any ideas?”

“Besides staying away from my mother, no.”

“Don’t worry about her. I know more about her than I want to.”

“What does that mean?”

“That’s another time and topic. Help me out here, tesoro. Do you all plan on going somewhere? Has Benny scheduled something for you?”

“Ummm …” I thought about our last conversation in the car. “The Jack the Ripper tour. He mentioned wanting to do that while we were here.”

“Okay. That might work.”

“Be careful.”

“I will, but I’m starting to realize why Benny was always able to stay several steps ahead of us.”

“How?”

“Your mother.”

I sighed. “Explain.”

“When we went to Italy months ago, to check on that old gun, did you call her?”

Rage filled me.

“Yes.” I shook my head. “Yes, I freaking called to say hello to my nieces and nephews. I didn’t say where I was at, but I sat on the phone for twenty minutes at least.”

“Enough time to allow Benny to track the signal.”

“Probably.”

“Definitely. She also has Sherman doing any and everything for her. How up to date with our situation in the past months did Troy keep Sherman?”

“Sherman is the only one that Troy tells everything to.”

“Then Benny’s spy equipment was people. Your mother kept him advised whenever she heard anything and probably let him track us.”

I blew out a long breath. “Now I know how Vivian feels. Here I thought I knew my mother well. Gold-digger and neglectful mom, sure. Behind-the-scenes-mastermind? No.”

“Your mother is about to be out of the game.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not going to kill her, tesoro. But her schedule will be tied up for a few days.”

I gulped in fear. “Okay. Chase, please just—”

“No.”

“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m running this now.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really.” And then, raw anger laced his next words. “You left me.”

My body stilled. “You know why.”

“But you left me.”

“Chase?”

“When I see you, I’m going to teach you to never do that again. Trust, tesoro. Trust in the fact that I will hurt Benny for keeping us separated for these few miserable days. Trust, tesoro, that your mother’s games end today. Trust that Benny’s friends will be writing up a eulogy for their great friend by the end of the week. Trust that you’ll be safe. Trust it all, but most of all—”