Trust (10 page)

"What?"

"You don't think
this is my first jump, do you?"

My eyes widen as I spin
back to face him.  He looks serious, even though he's flashing his half grin at
me.

"I've been coming
here for years.  I jump on my own all the time.  I'm more than qualified to
take you down.  I cleared this with them yesterday."

"Are you kidding
me?"

Chase spins me around
again, and pulls me back against his body, putting his arms around me and
kissing my neck before he brushes his lips against my ear.  "This is how
close we'll be on the way down.  Do you really want someone else against you
like this?"  His voice is a whisper that makes my knees weak.

He knows the answer and
doesn't wait to hear it.  "You're going to love this."

He's still repeating that
same phrase to me an hour later as we stand on the plane 14,000 feet in the air
above the desert waiting for the doors to open.  Chase is strapped against my
back, but he's holding my sweaty palm in his own warm and calm hand and rubbing
my arm with his other.  "You'll do fine.  Trust me.  You're going to love
it."

I can only nod at this
point, unsure whether or not opening my mouth would be such a good idea.  I'm
not sure whether I fear screaming or throwing up more, but in either case,
keeping my mouth shut seems wise.

One of the instructors
yanks the doors open and the plane gets immediately louder.  I watch as one
attached couple approaches the door.  The instructor sits with the student in
front of them and then before I know it he pushes off and they disappear from
view, hurtling toward the ground.  My heart skips a beat and I feel Chase
squeeze my hand tighter. 

It's seeming more and
more insane to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

Someone motions to us and
Chase gives me a little push to get my legs moving towards the opening.  The
ground below seems impossibly far and I immediately regret looking down.  I
feel dizzy, but Chase is still holding my hand and keeping me steady as he
negotiates us into a sitting position on the edge of the plane doorway.  My
eyes are shut now.  I'm only happy he's behind me and can't see that.

Chase yells something but
I can't hear him over the roar of the plane engine and the wind rushing by our
ears.

"What?" I yell
back.

Instead of an answer, I
feel Chase push away from the plane and my stomach jumps as I flail around,
trying to find something to anchor onto.  There's nothing there but emptiness,
and I finally let out the scream that I had been holding back.  I'm sure it's
loud and embarrassing, but I barely hear it over the rush of wind in my ears. 
All of a sudden Chase's arms wrap around my body, holding me close and
reminding me that he's right there behind me.  The thought relaxes me
appreciably and I'm grateful that he's the one back there.  I'm still terrified
and keeping my eyes screwed shut, but I no longer feel quite as alone and
disoriented. 

Chase's mouth is next to
my ear, yelling at me to open my eyes.  How did he know they were closed?

Taking a deep breath to
try and calm myself, I do as he asks.  The ground below looks the same as it
did in the plane, instead of hurtling toward me menacingly as I had expected. 
In fact, I don't even feel like we're moving at all.  It's beautiful, though. 
Chase was right, and I'm immediately glad he talked me into it.

A few seconds later his
lips press against my ear again.  "Hang on!"

Before I know what he's
talking about, I see the chute fly out from behind us and open up above, right
before I feel our bodies jerk hard.  The wind in my ears immediately stops
roaring as our fall turns into a float.

I take a moment to enjoy
the sudden quiet and peacefulness.  The wind is now pushing us along instead of
roaring past us, and it gives me the feeling of floating.  The sense of relief
that I feel now that the chute has opened successfully is tremendous, although
the adrenaline is still rushing through my veins.

"Amazing, isn't
it?"  Chase's voice surprises me, but it's comforting being reminded one
more time that he's still there.  At least he no longer has to scream, but his
mouth is right next to my ear. 

"Utterly beautiful,"
I reply.  The world below us looms slowly larger as we continue to drift.  I see
the airport, and the area where we're supposed to land, but it still feels like
a long way off.

"Welcome to my
world," he says.  His lips touch my neck and I lean my head back into it
with a little purr.

"Thanks for inviting
me." 

"I can't imagine
anyone I'd rather be strapped against as I leap out of a plane."  His
mouth nibbles on my ear now and he puts his arms around my waist, squeezing
me.  I feel a bulge press against my ass.

"Well hello
there," I say, slipping my hand behind us and giving his cock a squeeze
through his jumpsuit.  As elated I am at how beautiful the world looks right
now, I suddenly can't wait to land.

"Fuck, fuck,
fuck," I moan, pressing Chase's face against my hot core as he continues
to lick all the best spots.  After the adrenaline rush of the jump and then the
vibrating motorcycle ride home, I almost couldn't make it to the room before I
was practically begging Chase to lick me.

His skillful tongue draws
a shuddering orgasm from me within minutes, and then he scrabbles to roll his
condom on while I wait impatiently.  I let out another string of curse words as
soon as I feel his cock spreading my folds and sinking him hip to hip with my body.

"Fuck me.  Do it
hard and fast, don't slow down."

He practically growls as
he begins to comply, his hips slamming hard against me with each powerful
thrust.  My fingers pull along the tattooed skin of his back, trying to draw
him in even deeper.  His breath is hot and frantic against my shoulder, he's
concentrating too much and moving too violently to even kiss me.  I reach
further down his body, filling my hands with his hard ass and squeezing, still
pulling him forward with each thrust. 

Within minutes his body
stiffens with release, a groan fills my ear and his hands slip behind my back. 
He hugs me forward as he pushes deeper and then rolls me on top of him while he
stays buried inside of me.  I rest my head on his chest as I wait for his body
to relax.

"I love the feel of
your weight on me," he whispers.  I let out a satisfied little hum in
response.  I only lift my head as much as I need to in order to see the clock. 
It's not even five, but a day full of over stimulation has left me exhausted. 
I don't mean to sleep, but the next time I open my eyes the clock says six
thirty.  Chase is no longer next to me, but I can hear his voice in the other
room.

I push myself up,
wondering if he's ordered dinner and talking to the waiter.  I walk to the door
and listen, not wanting to expose myself in case he isn't alone, but his voice
is the only one I hear.  By the pauses in the conversation, I can tell he's on
the phone.

"I don't know how
much time I have, so it'll have to be quick."

Pause.

"Because I don't
know how much longer she'll sleep for, it's already been almost two
hours."

Pause.

"Don't be like that,
Denise."

Pause.

"Okay, I'll see you
downstairs in a few."

By the time I pull my
clothes on and get down to the lobby, I'm not sure if I'll even be able to find
Chase or Denise.  I don't want them to see me, so I can't simply stomp through
the lobby looking for them.  Part of me doesn't even want to find them,
though.  In the back of my mind I've been waiting for something to ruin this
relationship.  It's been too good, Chase seems almost too perfect.  I've almost
expected something like this to happen, and now that it has I almost don't want
to find out any more.  As if not knowing will keep it from being real. 

But if he is fooling
around with Denise still, it's better to know now before I get even more
invested.  It's been less than a week, after all.  Despite spending almost
every moment together since we met, I still feel like I can get away from this
relationship relatively unscathed.  I mean, it will still hurt.  Especially
because it's Denise.  What does he see in that bitch anyway?

As the elevator doors
slide open, my heart begins trying to pound its way out of my chest.  I have to
steady myself along the wall of the hallway that leads to the lobby for fear my
anxiety will bring me to my knees.  It's foolish to be this agitated.  It's
only been a week. 
Get a grip!

I make it right to the
end of the hallway that opens up into the lobby when I see them.  Chase and
Denise are standing by the front door, talking and smiling at each other.  
She's carrying her purse as well as a bigger satchel type bag, and is dressed
and made up as immaculately as the other night, looking just as sexy meeting in
the middle of the day as when she's at a club.  Whether she always dresses like
that or is just doing it because she's meeting with Chase I haven't a clue.  I
feel an immediate urge to march up to them and demand to know what's going on,
but I squelch it.  I'll just end up looking like a fool, especially if the
meeting is innocent.  Besides, barging up to them isn't going to force them to
tell me the truth.  They'll never admit it if something is going on.  My best
bet is to watch them.

I keep my eye on them as
they talk.  So far, although they're smiling a lot, there are no overt signs of
anything physical between them.  No little touches or accidental brushes of
their hands against each other.  I'm watching for it all, at the same time
being painfully aware how much like a stalker I'm acting.  Especially given
Chase's level of fame.  How many times has a fan of his acted like this?  Did
any of them ever spy on us as we spent time in public, hoping and wishing that
Chase would spend time with them instead? 

I shake my head.  This is
different.  Chase and I are in a relationship, aren't we?  We've never actually
defined it, although he did call me his girlfriend the other day when those two
women were flirting with him at the photo shoot.  But then we never talked
about it again.  Did he mean it, or did he only say that because I interrupted
them and he thought I was pissed?  Did he just mean to mollify me?

The two of them now start
to walk out of the lobby, so I continue to follow and watch from a safe
distance.  I totally feel like a stalker now, and I'm just glad that we aren't
in the actual casino with all of the cameras everywhere.  I'd probably be
picked up as a security threat.

They make their way to a
little cafe near the food court and go in.  There's no way I can follow without
being seen, it's too small.  The best I can do is position myself near the open
door and pretend to be waiting for someone.  Once they're seated I can only
make out the sides of their heads over the booth next to them.  I do see Denise
reach down and take something out of her satchel but I can't tell what it is. 
A folder, a magazine, or maybe just some papers.  She's too far away and the
view is too obscured for me to tell. 

So far they haven't acted
like they're secret lovers, but then what are they meeting about?  Chase's
words from the night at the club when I first met Denise ring through my head,
bouncing around mockingly.

...it's not like we hang
out with each other socially.

What the hell is this,
then?

Maybe they're just
talking about her trip to LA.  But again, why the secrecy?  Besides, she was
just supposed to visit some of her friends, why would he be interested in that?

Another couple sits down
in the booth next to them, and now I can barely see them at all.  I'm
frustrated, and become more so the longer I wait.  They're in there for almost
thirty minutes before I finally see Chase stand up, with Denise quickly
following.  She pulls him in for a hug and he hugs her back, but nothing more. 
I duck into a little store so that he doesn't spot me as he exits the cafe, but
he's carrying a heavy plastic bag and walking quickly, not looking around at
all.  He certainly doesn't look like he feels guilty, but Chase rarely shows
any emotion other than when we're having sex.

I have absolutely no idea
what the hell just happened in there, but I'm going to find out.

I wait until he's
completely out of sight and then I walk in and approach Denise who is sitting
down again, just finishing a cup of coffee.

"Are you really
having so much trouble finding a new man that you have to try and flirt with
one that's already dumped you?" I ask, unable to hold back on my anger.  I
have some for Chase as well, but right now Denise is my target.

She looks stunned to see
me, but then I can see the wheels turning in her head and a smug look comes
over her face as she looks back the way that I came.  "Wow," she
says.  "Aren't you turning into the little stalker?  You must be feeling
pretty insecure about this little thing you think you have going on with Chase."

I don't even have a
response to that, because I do feel like a stalker, so I ignore the taunt
completely.  "Chase isn't getting back together with you, so why don't you
just leave him alone already.  Trying to convince him to ditch me so that you
can meet with him in secret isn't going to win him back."

Denise tilts her head
back to let one of her annoying, shrill little laughs loose.  "Oh darling,
you think I'm after him?  You need to get your facts straight, honey.  Chase
called me the other day.  He was the one that wanted to meet privately." 
She looks at me and tilts her head in mock sorrow.  "Oh honey, if he's
already keeping secrets from you, then I guess you two have even less time in
your future than I thought."

I'm not sure if she's
full of shit or not, but the satisfied look in her eyes makes me believe her. 
"What did he want to meet with you about?"'

"Really, Lila, I
don't see how that's any of your business.  If you really want to know, maybe
you should ask Chase?  I'm
sure
he'll tell you the truth.  Aren't
you?"

The sarcasm in Denise's
voice makes me want to punch her in the face, but I resist.  I have nothing
more to say to her.  I turn on my heel and head back to the main lobby
elevators. 

She's right about one
thing.  It's Chase I need to be talking to about all of this.  And if I don't
like his answers then it might be finally time I was leaving Las Vegas.