In Deep: Chase & Emma (All In Book 1) (18 page)

I’d found myself with
some time on my hands. And Chase’s words on my mind. I’d taken a
nice, long shower and guess what? The hotel had a detachable
showerhead nozzle. I’d had quite a time, letting myself fantasize,
getting lost in just how good it would feel to finally have him
inside of me, finally feel him come in me deep.

But I didn’t come.
He’d told me to wait and crazy as it sounded, that turned me on
even more. Maybe it was because he wasn’t an asshole. I’d dated
controlling guys who’d treated me badly and let me be the first to
say, it was not sexy. It sucked. But Chase, who seemed to delight in
being around me, treating me with consideration and kindness and
showing just how solicitous he could be to my needs? When he got a
little bossy, it made my panties wet.

Now I wasn’t even
wearing panties, and Chase was working his way down my body,
infuriatingly skipping my ass and going right to my legs. But it did
feel so good the way he stroked my legs, using that oil, rubbing my
calves and hamstrings and finally, finally up to tease my buttocks.

He started cupping my
ass, using light strokes, adding more oil. I couldn’t help it, I
started to sneak my hand under my hips. Surely he wouldn’t mind if
I touched myself a little. I needed to. I’d let him watch.

Swat, his hand came
down playfully on my ass.

“Not until I say you
can,” he reprimanded me. My pussy clenched in response, feeling his
control. I whimpered in frustration as I pulled my hand away, leaving
it dutifully by my side.

“How wet are you?”
he asked, his silky tone of voice matching the strokes of his hands.
“Open your legs so I can see.”

Holding my breath, I
did as he said, parting my legs and arching my ass up so he could
take a look. It felt so naughty, like confessing a secret. He could
see, without any doubt, how painfully aroused I was, slick and
begging for him. He brought his face in close, but didn’t touch.
Not yet. Instead, he blew lightly on my wet slit, making me moan and
shiver.

“I know,” he
soothed me, running his hands along my ass, parting my cheeks a bit
with his thumbs. “I know how much you want it. But I won’t let
you have it yet. Do you know how many times I wanted to touch myself
while you massaged me? How many times I got a raging hard-on while
you rubbed me with warm oil, and then left the room?”

“But I’m your
physical therapist!” I whined.

“Not now, you’re
not. Flip over,” he ordered, giving my ass a smack that I felt
directly in my pussy, making my clit throb. I turned over, lying on
my back, quivering as he once again dialed it back, starting slow
down at my toes. I clutched the sides of the table, bit my lip and
tossed my head to the side as he started moving up. I didn’t think
I could stand much more. He might make me come just by massaging me.

“Chase!” I cried
out, leaning up, hand gripping his arm as I felt my pussy clench.
“Chase, I can’t take it!”

“Yes, you can, baby,”
He pressed my shoulder back down, demanding. “For me, Emma. Lie
back and take it a little more. For me. I want to play with you some
more. But don’t worry, I am going to fuck you.”

I groaned, lying back,
submitting to the sweetest torture I’d ever experienced. I had no
idea where the man got his iron will, his capacity for self-denial,
his ability to delay gratification…oh wait, Olympic-caliber
athlete. I guessed those character traits carried through to all
aspects of his life. I was just the tortured beneficiary.

Trailing his fingers
lightly along my stomach, he circled my breasts as I panted.

“See how beautiful
you are? I want you to look.” I opened my eyes, only just realizing
I’d had them squeezed shut, trying to stay still, keep it together.

I glanced down and it
didn’t make me any less aroused, seeing him cupping my breasts in
his large hands. He brought his mouth down and licked around my
nipples.

“Not…fair,” I bit
out, fisting the sheet on the table. I’d never used my tongue. I’d
wanted to, but I hadn’t gone there. Or, wait, I had, hadn’t I?
The other day, when I’d taken him deep down my throat.

He sucked in my nipple,
groaning as he did it, like it was the most amazing feeling in the
world. He trailed his fingers down my stomach, between my legs, and
finally, finally pressed right against my swollen clit. Under his
expert attentions as he stroked and licked, I came completely apart,
an orgasm crashing over me as I arched my breast up into his hungry
mouth.

“Yes, Emma, like
that,” he coaxed me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my
body. Before I’d come down from my high, he picked me up, held me
against his chest and brought me to the bed.

“I’ve never felt
this way about anyone before, Emma,” he confessed, laying my head
down on a pillow.

“Chase,” I managed,
my head still in the clouds, my body like warm liquid. He stripped
off his briefs, his glorious cock springing out hard and thick. He
stood over me, his hand wrapped around its length, stroking it slowly
as he looked at me lying there naked.

“Oh, yes,” I
sighed, watching him, fascinated by his raw, male power, the veins
running his length, the drop of pre-come at the tip.

He turned and walked
away from me and I nearly cried out in protest until I saw him
fishing around in the pocket of his shorts. He pulled out a condom.
The man had thought ahead. I liked that, a planner. He returned,
ready to go, and dropped down over me, kissing my lips, my throat,
his hands in my hair.

“You’re sure, Emma?
I know I’ve been doing my best to make you crazy, but I want you to
be sure this is what you want.”

“Chase.” I looked
at him, dead serious, my hands on either side of his face. “If you
don’t fuck me right now, I will have to report you to the proper
authorities.”

He broke out in a
smile. “And what crime would I have committed?”

“Sexual provocation.”
I didn’t know if that was a real thing, but it sounded legit.

“Well, I can’t have
that kind of a scandal. I’m about to compete in the Olympic Games.”

“Then you’d better
get to it.”

After that, all banter
fell aside. All I was aware of was his body, his kisses, the feel of
his hard, sculpted muscles moving fluid over me. I couldn’t get
enough of touching him, worshipping his warm, toned body trained to
the peak of physical perfection. I opened for him, eager, still
holding my breath as he brought himself to my entrance. He was huge.
I’d never been with anyone that big before and as much as I wanted
it, I had to wonder how it was all going to work down there.

“I’ll go slow,”
he reassured me, clearly sensing my nerves. I nodded and he started
easing his way in, his crown spreading me as he thrust. I groaned,
tossing my head back against the pillow, my hands up, clutching his
massive shoulders. “God you feel so good,” he groaned, thrusting
in again, deeper, then deeper again. My eyes wide, I couldn’t
believe how full I felt, how wide he was stretching me. I grabbed
onto his muscles, panting, wanting but overwhelmed. He wasn’t even
all the way in yet.

He reached down and
started stroking as he thrust, circling my clit, and pressing as he
moved and oh did it feel so good. Moaning, I stopped worrying and
started working with him, taking and receiving, moving in rhythm.

“Ah, Emma!” He
ground into me, his face contorted with pleasure, mouth open, eyes
closed, looking as crazed as I felt. I thrust my hips up to his and
he groaned, looking down into my eyes as he started to move, slowly,
steadily, deep inside me.

“Chase, it’s so…
you’re so…!” I panted, grabbing at him, writhing under him,
hand on his muscular ass as he pumped into me. I’d never felt so
full, so possessed, so consumed.

“I can’t…” he
panted, straining, his muscles taut. “I don’t want to hurt you,
but—”

“Don’t hold back.”
I raked my fingers across his broad back, wrapping my legs around his
waist. “I want you.”

He drove into me,
fierce, hard, and I gasped but clung onto him. I didn’t just want
him, I needed him, all of him. With a growl, he sank into me, mouth
on my neck, hands digging into my buttocks, cock thrusting into me so
deep my eyes widened and my mouth opened as I screamed.

But what came out was,
“Yes! Oh!” as he fucked me, demanding, relentless. I moaned,
sweat glistening, our bodies working together, slick and hot.

“I need you to come,
Emma,” he panted, looking into my eyes as he sank into me. “I
need it.” I could feel it, so close, bubbling up to the top. With
his next thrust I exploded, pleasure pouring over me golden like
honey. He reached it, too, his peak, groaning and fisting the sheets
as he came, shuddering, sweating, losing control.

Collapsing down, he
sank into me, breathing hot and hard at my side, his heart pounding
in sync with mine. What had just happened? I’d had sex before, but
it had been nothing like that. What I’d experienced before had felt
like a little drizzle, a brief interlude that wouldn’t even disrupt
a picnic. What had happened between me and Chase? That had been a
category five hurricane.

“You’re…” Chase
murmured, nuzzling my neck, holding me close. “That was amazing.”

“It’s…I’m…”
He’d managed a full sentence. That seemed beyond me as I snuggled
into him, kissing his chest, his throat, his lips. How could words
describe that kind of intense connection? It went beyond anything I
could manage, and I liked to fancy myself a writer, or at least a
blogger. Good thing I never wrote sex scenes. At least with a blog
you could always just rely on a good visual. For that? It would have
to be a GIF of fireworks.

The second time we made
love, we went slower, building steady and hungry, drinking each other
in as if memorizing every move. I never wanted it to end, never
wanted him to stop, never wanted another partner for the rest of my
life. It was Chase, Chase who filled me up and made me want so badly
I never thought I’d get enough. But when we came together a second
time, crying out and groaning and clinging to each other, I got it,
the feel of ultimate satisfaction, in his arms, a blissed-out smile
on my lips as I drifted off to sleep until morning.

§

The next day, our
second-to-last in Atlanta, it felt like everyone wanted a piece of
Chase. And they were getting a lot more access than I was. I realized
I was growing more protective and possessive. I didn’t like how
people prodded at him all the time. His coaches rode him
relentlessly, yelling at him to do this, stop doing that, dial it
back, focus. It made my head dizzy listening to them.

Reporters hounded him,
wanting the scoop. A camera crew arrived, wanting to film another
profile on him, requesting his permission to use childhood video
footage his father had provided. I was starting to eye reporters the
same way he did, feeling suspicious and threatened, wondering what
they wanted and how they were going to try to twist what they found
for the most dramatic effect.

Chase weathered it all
well, keeping so calm. I stopped wondering about why the media
portrayed him as cool and started wondering how he kept his cool
under so much pressure. They all wanted hype and drama. The real
story was how he managed not to lose his mind under all the close
scrutiny.

They didn’t know him
the way I did. They didn’t care about discovering his past for the
right reasons. They just wanted to expand their market with a splashy
story.

Around dinner time, my
phone rang, finally with a call back from Tori.

“S’up girl?” she
belted through the phone. It sounded like she was calling me from a
nightclub. “You scooped the story yet?”

“Where are you?” I
could barely hear her. I mean, I heard her question well enough to
feel a pang of confused guilt stab through my heart. But it was loud
wherever she was, her voice nearly drowned out by background noise.

“You’re going to
love Rio! Holy shit! I’ve been dancing every night!”

“What time is it
there?”

“I don’t know.
Six?” So, about our time. I’d thought Rio was only an hour ahead.
At five o’clock I had just finished up a run, about to take a
shower and change for dinner. Apparently Tori was already going at it
full-throttle.

“Wait, someone wants
to talk to you!” I heard a rustle and some muffled laughter, then a
male voice got on the phone with a thick accent, Portuguese if I had
to guess.

“What you up to, the
lovely Emma? I see you soon?” I could hear Tori laughing in the
background. “I like Tori, your good friend.” Then I heard other
sounds, probably kissing.

“OK, Tori?” I
asked. “Tori, are you there?”

“Let me call you back
in a sec.”

A sec in Brazilian Tori
time meant five hours. My phone rang again later that night, while I
was in the laundry room at the hotel. I’d been avoiding Chase, like
an idiot. But I felt so crazy and confused.

On the one hand, of
course we belonged together. There was no question about it. What we
had between us was amazing.

But then, there was the
stupid blog thing and the more I thought about it the more I knew I
was going to have to have a hard conversation with Tori. I couldn’t
do it. I just couldn’t treat Chase like that.

I’d pursued my job
with the team with that intention, but that had been before I’d met
him. Before I’d fallen for him. I’d thought of Chase like
everyone else, a target, a prized acquisition to pursue. But now,
that made me sick. I hated seeing others treat him like that. And
knowing I’d been one of them—still kind of was since I hadn’t
officially taken myself out of that role with Tori yet? It ate away
at me.

I needed to talk with
Tori and explain, get it off my chest. Then I could talk to Chase and
tell him with a clean conscience, yes, in addition to being a
physical therapist my friend and I ran a blog. The kind of blog that
ran stories about people. And, yes, I had intended to do exactly that
about him.