Crazy Love - Krista & Chase (25 page)

Instead, she once again reached for the edge of his pants. He was so far gone that there was no way he was going to stop her this time. He watched, his arousal growing intensely with each passing second, as her delicate hands unbuttoned then unzipped his jeans. Then, hooking her thumbs in his boxers, she pulled out the elastic waistband so it cleared his erection and then pushed both his jeans and boxers down his hips. When she did, her nipples grazed his abdomen and a clear bead of moisture appeared on the head of his shaft.

“Mmm,” she said as she brushed her finger over it, spreading his arousal along his length as he stepped out of his pants.

His hands fisted at his sides as he waited for her next move. He didn’t know how much longer he could take this, but he liked where this was going, and payback was going to be fun.

Straightening back up, she curled her slim fingers around his manhood, and he felt a surge of release shoot through him. Closing his eyes, he tried to think about anything but how good it felt to have her hand wrapped tightly around him. How sexy she looked sitting naked before him. How desperate his burning need for her was. He tried to fill his mind with chords and song lyrics, anything to distract him so that this wasn’t over before he was even inside her.

He felt her move her hand down slowly, her fingers gripping him at the base of his dick as she let out a soft groan, and he had to open his eyes. When he did, he saw her positioning the engorged tip of his penis against the slick opening of her sex.

His eyes shot up to hers.

She spoke quickly, apparently finally ready to get this show on the road. “I’m on birth control and the last person I had unprotected sex with was you.” Once she’d gotten on birth control in their teens, they’d stopped using condoms.

Even with the hurricane-force arousal whipping through him, he had to let out a little laugh at just how damn cute she was.

“You are the only person I haven’t used a condom with and I get checked every six months to maintain my personal insurance policies. I’m clean.”

A knowing grin spread across her face. “Well, then I think you deserve a kiss.”

His heart felt like it stopped beating. He was
sure
he’d stopped breathing. And time felt like it was standing still. Krista slowly moved forward, pressing his swollen head just inside her opening as she brushed her mouth softly against his, back and forth, teasing him with each swipe of her soft lips against his as her body accepted more of him, taking him slowly, inch by inch.

He remained still, letting her run things until he felt her tongue sweep across his bottom lip. That was the sexual straw that broke the camel’s back. Covering her hips with his palms, he wrapped his large fingers around to her ass and pulled her towards him as he thrust deep inside of her.

At the intrusion, her head fell back and she cried out, begging him to keep going. Keeping one hand in place to control the movements of their connected bodies, he threaded the other in her hair, fisting it at the nape of her neck. As he did, her inner walls clenched tightly around his length.

Tugging her hair firmly, he pulled her so he could capture her mouth with his. Again, her body pulsed around his rigid column of flesh. He drove into her hot, sweet pleasure as his tongue mimicked what his body was doing. His strokes, like his kiss, were ruthless and demanding.

Soon, he felt her arms grasp securely around his neck as her body began shaking against his. He continued plunging in and out of her tight, wet sheath until her body slumped against his, her arms falling limply around his shoulders. Then, in one final surge, his body soared to a higher level of sensual sensation until he finally groaned in blissful agony, finding his release in the most intense orgasm of his life.

He had no way of knowing how long they stayed joined together, holding each other after their climaxes. After an undeterminable amount of time, he picked her up off the counter and strode purposely towards the bedroom.

She giggled. Probably because he was still hard and still buried inside her.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she happily held on for the ride.

“It’s payback time,” he said as he stepped into his room, slapping her playfully on her backside.

With a huge smile spread across her face her hands flew up in the air as she exclaimed excitedly, “Yay!”

Chase loved this girl. He had missed her more than he could ever tell her in words. So tonight, he planned on showing her.

“A
re you sure you don’t want one of us to take you to the airport?” Haley asked as all four sisters sat in the front room helping Becca fold her clothes.

“Hey, if you want to volunteer, that’s all fine and dandy, but leave ‘us’ out of it,” Jessie said as she pulled socks from the hamper that held all of Becca’s freshly laundered clothes.

Becca smiled and shook her head as she neatly packed a stack of her pants into her suitcase. “It’s fine, really. You guys go to the parade. Have fun. Brian’s taking me. I think he needs the distraction.”

“How’s his dad doing?” Krista asked.

Her heart went out to Brian. He was probably the closest thing she had to a little brother. Growing up, Becca and Brian had been inseparable. She had been a little on the tomboy side and he hadn’t minded playing with dolls, so no matter what mood had struck, it seemed that they had always found a way to have fun.

Earlier this summer, Brian’s dad had had to undergo triple bypass surgery and Brian, who was a student at NYU film school, had come home from the Big Apple to help his mom, who was wheelchair bound, with caring for his dad and his younger siblings.

Becca shrugged. “Every time it looks like he’s on an upswing, there is another complication. It’s been really hard on Brian and his mom.”

“So is he taking a semester off?” Jessie asked as Becca folded a pair of socks.

Nodding, Becca placed them in her suitcase. “At least one. Maybe more. It all depends on how things go.”

The girls were all quiet as they each folded the pile of clean clothing in front of them. It reminded Krista of when they were younger, except no one was fighting over whose clothes were whose. That had been a big issue in a house with four girls who could all, more or less, fit into each other’s clothes.

Haley sniffed and all three of the sisters looked up to find her wiping tears from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jessie asked, not so much in concern, but more in confusion.

Haley smiled through the tears that were slipping down her cheeks. “It’s just been so good to have you two here this summer. You know, The Quad Squad all together.”

Jessie groaned loudly and let her head fall back in exasperation. “
Please
do not call us that!”

When Becca had been in first grade, they’d all gone to Harper’s Crossing Elementary at the same time. Krista didn’t know who’d started the nickname, but needless to say, it had stuck. Haley had always liked it. She had a very nurturing soul, and anything that united her sisters together, Hales was all about. Krista had never felt strongly one way or the other, and as far as she knew, Becca felt the same as her. Jessie, on the other hand, despised it. No one knew why since Jessie’s emotions were locked up tighter than Fort Knox.

When they’d all attended high school together, the name had transformed briefly to The Bod Squad—which they all agreed they hated. Luckily though, their cousins who were still in town had squashed that very quickly.

Haley sighed in irritation. “I don’t understand why you hate it so much. I think it’s cute.”

Jessie did not answer her sister. In Jessie’s world, she only shared information on a need-to-know basis. Obviously, Jessie didn’t think they needed to know.

Krista changed the subject to something they actually did need to know. “When are you headed back to Boston, Jess?”

“I’m not,” Jessie said simply, not expanding on her statement.

“You’re not?” Haley asked, her face filled with hope and a little concern.

“No.”

After several moments of total silence, Haley broached the subject once again. “What about your MBA? Where are you going to go?”

After earning her Bachelor’s degree, Jessie had decided to stay in the Boston area while she worked towards her MBA. She hadn’t said much about her decision other than the fact that there would have been too many distractions if she moved home.

“I’m still working on my degree,” Jessie explained. “And I’m staying here.”

“Here as in this house?” Krista asked.

Krista loved her sister. She did. But when she and Haley had rented this place nine months ago, it had been just the two of them, so having only one bathroom hadn’t been that much of an inconvenience. Over the summer, sharing the sacred bathroom with three sisters instead of one had been a huge pain in the ass.

“If that’s okay,” Jessie’s said, her tone conveying that it would be insane for it not to be okay.

“Not that I’m not happy about this new development, but why?” Haley looked like she couldn’t quite believe this was actually happening.

“I got a position at SPC in Chicago. I start on Monday,” Jessie said nonchalantly, as if she
hadn’t
just dropped huge news on them.

SPC was a big deal. The fact that Jessie had gotten a job there was
huge
news.

“Do Mom and Dad know?” Haley asked.

“No. I only decided to take the offer yesterday.”

Becca’s shoulders dropped. “Man, now I really don’t want to go back to California.”

“Still worried that you’ll be missing out on something?” Krista teased her baby sister. When they were growing up, Becca had always wanted to be a part of
everything
. Play every game, watch every movie, and go on every shopping trip. She’d hated being left out.

“I
will
be missing out. It’s a totally rational reaction to have.”

“Did you learn that in a fancy psychology course at Stanford?” Krista handed Becca the shirts she’d finished folding.

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I did,” Becca said then stuck out her tongue at Krista.

Krista laughed. In all seriousness, she was so proud of her little sister. Actually, she was proud of all her sisters. Haley’s new lingerie boutique was doing even better than anyone had projected. With the website up and running, people all over the world were able to buy Haley’s beautiful pieces.

Once, Krista had asked Haley if it was weird to think of someone in Jamaica or Iceland wearing a bra and pair of underwear she’d created. A huge smile had spread across her sister’s face and she’d said that it wasn’t weird—it was amazing.

Jessie had graduated with honors from Boston University and it seemed was now employed by one of the top cutting-edge PR and ad agencies in the country. And Becca was pre-med at Stanford.

The Sloan girls had done pretty well for themselves.

A knock sounded at the door just as Becca was zipping up her final suitcase. “That’s Brian. Time to go,” she announced as she stood.

Haley hopped up from the couch and opened the door, letting Brian in while Jessie and Becca hugged each other goodbye. Jessie, who was not one for long, drawn-out goodbyes, patted Becca twice on the back and then grabbed two of the smaller suitcases.

“I’ll help Brian take your stuff to the car.”

Brian said a quick hello and goodbye to Haley and Krista then dutifully grabbed the two larger suitcases, following Jessie back out the door.

Wrapping her arms around her sister, Krista hugged her tight. “I wish I would have seen more of you. I’ve been so busy.”

Becca’s blue eyes sparkled as she pulled away. “Especially this week. You haven’t spent a night here since Monday.”

Krista wasn’t a blusher but she felt her cheeks getting warm. It was true that she and Bear had been spending the night at Abby’s all week. Every night she’d spent there had been better than the last. All week, she’d had a really difficult time getting up for work and concentrating while she was there. All she’d wanted to do was be in bed with Chase.

The last three mornings, they’d gotten up and gone running. Which normally Krista liked doing alone. But everything just seemed better when Chase was with her. Everything was right.

“When’s Abby getting released?” Haley asked, thankfully changing the subject.

“Monday,” Krista happily reported.

A horn sounded from out front and all three of the girls looked through the large bay window in shock. Brian was not the kind of guy to honk his horn impatiently.

“Of course. Jessie,” Haley said as all three of them shook their heads at their sister, who was sticking her hand in the driver’s side window and pressing on the center of the steering wheel.

“I really do have to go,” Becca sighed begrudgingly.

Haley hugged their baby sister and Krista saw tears forming in her older sister’s eyes. “Call or text when you get home. I don’t care what time it is.”

“I will,” Becca promised. “And I’ll be back in a few months for the wedding.”

At the mention of her wedding, a huge smile spread across Haley’s face. “Okay,” she sniffed as she released Becca from her bear hug.