What He Bargains (What He Wants, Book Nineteen) (91 page)

“Winters, you fucking pussy! Miami’s going to crush you. Fucking Green Bay exposed you, asshole!”

“Okay, buddy. Whatever you say,” Chase told him, opening his door now.

As he stooped down to climb inside, one of the two threw a beer bottle. Faith heard it shatter against the outside of the car just next to Chase, and then he straightened up and went after the two men, who were already running away.

Faith screamed, as Chase managed to grab the slower one by his coat. He literally picked the man up off the ground, flipped him upside down, and then let him drop on his head.

She screamed yet again as she saw the man hit the pavement and his arms and legs spasm like a beetle that had just been crushed underfoot. She had to close her eyes at the sheer brutality of it.

A moment later, Chase was back in the car and pulling out, and then they were leaving the bar behind them.

“Oh my God,” she said, covering her mouth as they sped off.

Chase glanced at her, turning on the radio. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She stared at him. “They threw a bottle at you and then you dropped that person on the ground head-first.”

Chase laughed. “Nobody got hurt,” he said.

“That looked like he was hurt to me.”

“He was fine. I saw the guy getting up as we were leaving. I just gave him something to think about.”

She was calming down as they continued driving. “That was scary.”

“Life is scary,” Chase said, glancing at her again.

“I’m not cut out for that sort of thing,” Faith said. “I hate violence. I hate fighting and I don’t even like yelling. I had enough of that growing up to last me a lifetime.”

The car got quiet and she realized that she hadn’t intended to reveal that particular detail about herself just yet.

But there it was. She’d said it.

“So it wasn’t just me who had a fucked up childhood,” he said, softly.

“No,” she replied, swallowing. Suddenly, she was oddly close to tears.

He adjusted his hands on the steering wheel. “Want to talk about it?”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t that bad—not like yours.”

“Don’t do that, Faith.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t downplay it. Don’t compare yourself with someone else, because there’s always somebody who had it worse. But that doesn’t mean your struggles weren’t real.”

She thought about what he said. “I guess that’s true.” And then she thought about her sister, and what it must be like right now for her. “My parents are drunks,” Faith said.

Chase nodded. “They get mean when they drink?”

“Sometimes. They fight a lot with each other. When I was little, my Dad screamed at me a lot. He never hit me though. Never laid a hand on me.”

“Lucky for him,” Chase growled. “If you told me he hurt you…I don’t know what I might do to him.”

“That’s not necessary. And besides, you can’t use force to deal with every situation.”

“Not everything,” he said. “But I will set a fool straight that so much as looks at you cross-eyed.”

Faith had to laugh. “Calm down, big fella,” she said, patting his muscular shoulder. “Take it easy.”

He laughed along with her. “Shit, I must be getting hyped up for the game already.” Chase shook his head. “Sometimes I’m too competitive for my own good. And it gets me in trouble.”

“Yeah, that must be it.” Faith smiled at him. And then her smile faded.

It gets me in trouble.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, seeing her expression.

“I was just thinking about Club Alpha,” she told him. “And I don’t know. I guess I got scared.”

“Listen,” Chase said, his voice earnest, “I let them know I won’t be using their services anymore. And I also let them know that you’re strictly off-limits. Have you heard anything from them?”

She explained to him what had happened with her boss getting slapped around, and the promotion, and the phone call to her from that creep named Max.

Chase listened and when she was done, he spoke calmly. “But all of that was the same day we had our fight.”

“Yes,” she said, feeling a slight relief.

“And they never got in touch with you after that, did they?”

She shook her head. “No, but—“

“That’s because I spoke to them later that night and told them to end it,” he said. “It’s over, Faith. I’m not going to let anybody mess with you like that again. You hear me?”

“Yes.”

“You believe me?”

She thought about it for a long time. And then she answered him.

“Yes, I believe you,” she said, surprising even herself with this admission.

A moment later, Chase had parked, and then they were getting out of the car and headed back into his home in Beacon Hill.

“I want to tell you something,” he said, as they walked inside, and he turned on the lights and then locked the front door behind them.

Faith looked up at him, feeling his nearness now, and realizing that there was still the intense electricity between them—a connection that only seemed to grow more and more intense with each passing moment.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing something like concern in his dark eyes.

He smiled, reaching out and putting his hands around her waist and pulling her towards him. “I wanted to tell you the reason I was following you tonight.”

She looked down, her face flushing. “Oh, right. I almost forgot you did that.”

“Ever since the last time I saw you, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I was fucking up during practice, and that never happens to me. But I couldn’t stop wondering where you were, what you were doing, wanting to see you again.”

She felt her breath leaving her. “Then why didn’t you try and call me until tonight?”

“Because I really don’t want to hurt you or fuck up your life.”

“Then just don’t do it,” she said simply. “Be good to me.”

“I intend to be,” he said, his strong hand grabbing her behind the head as he leaned into her, his lips closing in on her lips. “I tried my best to stay away from you, Faith.”

“I tried, too,” she admitted. “I tried to forget you, pretend it never happened. And I couldn’t do it either.”

“I think we’re stuck with each other,” he whispered, and then he began kissing her, and she could feel the desperate intensity of his need.

They kissed for a long time that way—just standing in front of the door, their bodies close, hands exploring each other’s bodies, breathing each other’s air as if it was all either of them needed.

Chase pulled away and broke off the kiss and then took her by the hand. “Come on,” he said softly, leading her up the stairs and into his bedroom.

Something in his demeanor was different this time than it had been previously, as he led her to his bed, and Faith stood beside it, looking up at him.

“Would it make you nervous if I told you that I have serious feelings about you?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “No. At least—not in a bad way.” She smiled hesitantly. “It’s the good kind of nervous.”

He touched her cheek and then kissed her again, as his hand trailed down to her waist. “I want you so fucking bad right now,” he murmured.

“I’m right here,” she told him, her pulse quickening.

They started to undress one another. Faith had never felt anything like this. She was staring into his eyes as he looked back at her, unflinching, completely as ease. And despite the butterflies in her stomach, Faith wasn’t scared to be vulnerable with Chase.

They stripped down, and now she was just in her bra and panties, and Chase was in his boxers. His chiseled body was like a thing of beauty—an eighth wonder of the world. How could God have even created such a perfect human specimen?

She allowed herself to run her hands over his massive chest, and then she couldn’t resist kissing his skin, licking his nipples, and moving down to where she could feel his hard cock bulging out of his boxers. She sucked on the head of his cock through his shorts and he groaned.

And then suddenly, he was picking her up off the floor, like she weighed less than a pillow, holding her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed his face into her breasts and began sucking her nipples through her lacy bra.

His tongue was sweet and rough and arousing, as he flicked and sucked her breasts. And then he allowed her body to slide down a fraction, so that their faces were opposite each other.

Chase looked into her eyes. “I never thought somebody like you even existed,” he said.

Being held by him was like nothing she’d ever imagined either, and in that moment she simply wanted this feeling to last forever.

“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.

C
hase 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.”