Being Chased (18 page)

"
Chase, make love to me," she whispered.

Moving away to sit
back on his knees, his eyes burned into hers. “There won’t be any making love, Julia. Only fucking,” he warned, as he reached for his jacket on the chair, finding his wallet and taking a condom out.

Maybe if he kept up this charade, making her think he was still angry, still unaffected by her, he’d get out of this with his feelings still intact, not caring one way or the other about her. Maybe they could actually do this then move on, their lust finally being sated, the tension resolved. Yeah. And maybe the sun wouldn’t rise in the motherfucking east. 

Looking back at her, he smirked
again at how big her eyes had gotten upon seeing his cock. He stroked himself a couple times then opened the condom, rolling it on, and moved back over her, grabbing her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head as he lay back down over her.

"Are you ready for me
?" he asked, his eyes watching her intensely, waiting for her to tell him to stop, his fingers going down to find her so slick, definitely ready.

"Yes." Her voice was breathy with lust. She drew her legs up, her knees against his hips, ready to take him inside.

His fingers went around his cock, lining it up with her opening and he slowly pushed inside, filling her, stretching her, groaning at how good she felt. So damned tight.

Julia
gasped as he entered her, realizing he was much bigger than Josh. At the thought of him, she tensed up for a second turning her head away.

Chase knew she was going to tell him to stop and his anger returned at how things always went that direction with them.
He pulled out a little then moved slowly back inside her and after a couple seconds felt her relax.

At the movement, Julia finally dropped all thoughts of her ex
knowing that he’d been all wrong about her. She wasn't frigid. She'd just needed the right man to bring out her sensuality.

Chase h
eld his position, his hand moving up to grip her by the chin turning her to look at him. “We good?” His gray eyes watched her carefully.

S
he hated that he was still holding on to his anger. “Yes… please…” she whispered.

“Please, what, Julia? Tell me what you want.”

“Please don’t be mad anymore,” she begged then she moaned. “And, please, Chase, oh… God… please… please… just move!”

How could he be mad now that he was finally inside her, every damned fantasy he’d had about her finally coming to fruition?
He grinned at her wickedly, dipping his head down to suck on her nipple, drawing it into his mouth, which made her cry out. He moved to the other, sucking it in just as hard. She writhed beneath him and tried to free her hands from his grip, but he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

“Wanted you for a long time. Didn’t know I was going to have to teach you a lesson the first time, though,” he murmured, moving back to her other breast,
slowly licking a circle around her areola which made her whimper. He moved to the other doing the same thing and she arched up off the bed with a groan, her body begging for more. “Like that,” he told her before taking the nipple inside his mouth, his teeth grazing it, as he sucked hard.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come again!” she screamed as her core clamped down hard on his length, drawing him
deeper inside.

“Fuck,” he
muttered, pulling out of her then thrusting back in hard making her cry out again. "So fucking sweet," he said huskily, pulling out and slamming back inside her again.

"Chase,
" she breathed out, moving her hips to meet his thrusts.

"You feel so good
, Julia. Oh, God, so fucking good."

He drove inside her
over and over, relishing how amazing she felt, how tightly she gripped him, how sleek and wet she was. He finally released her wrists and brushed a lock of hair from her forehead that clung to the perspiration that glistened on it, then kissed her deeply, passionately. God, this was good.

Wanting to watch her, he
turned them to where she was on top now, her knees on either side of him; she put her hands on his abs as she began moving, rising up to the tip of his cock then sliding back down taking him, all of him, deep inside her. He sat up and took the pins out of her hair watching it fall around her shoulders, then lay back to look at her, watching as she moved on him, her eyes closed, her head falling back as she let out a deep sigh. She was stunning. Goddamned gorgeous. His hands went to her hips helping her move as he met her every thrust, moving up to meet her.

"My God, you're beautiful." Chase
watched as her hand went between her legs, which turned him on more than he thought he ever could be and he felt the burn begin in his core. He’d never seen someone so fucking sexy. He turned them so she was under him again and leaned down kissing her thoroughly, his tongue finding hers, then put his hand under her buttocks to raise her hips to him, his body taking possession wholly over hers now.

He moved forcefully in her
, deeper than he’d been, feeling himself ready to peak. He watched her face, learning it, knowing she, too, was getting close. As he pumped inside her, she cried out as she came again and he felt her pulsing around his cock, her core grabbing then releasing him. This threw him over the edge as he drove it home, cursing under his breath as he came hard inside her, slamming in deeply. He collapsed on top of her, a drop of sweat running down the side of his face, as both of them breathed hard.

"That was amazing
," Julia said with a breathy sigh.

Goddamned right it was.

They lay there for several minutes, just basking in their post-orgasmic high. Then Chase moved off of her, but not before kissing her softly, sweetly several times then he went to the bathroom. When he came back, she'd gotten under the covers and now held them out for him to join her. He pulled her into his arms to lay her head on his chest. "Julia," he whispered then kissed the top her head.

"Yeah
." She smiled contentedly, nuzzling into his neck, feeling herself dozing off. This had been so right. She knew it had. 
Everything's going to work out now.
 That was her last thought before she fell into a sound sleep.

Shit.
She’d rocked his world when all he’d set out to do was teach her not to mess with him. How’d this keep happening? He should’ve known by now that she’d prove him wrong every damn time. But as he drifted off into a fitful sleep, he thought,
How can this work out without changing everything?

Julia awoke the next morning with a smile on her face, remembering the night before. She stretched, realizing she was sore, but in all the right places.

After she’d drifted off
, her head on Chase’s chest, arm across his stomach, legs tangled wih his, she’d felt happier than she had in a long time as he held her tightly. She’d awakened in the middle of the night after dreaming of his hands on her, bringing her to orgasm, to find herself filled by his cock from behind.

I
t’d felt spectacular. She’d reached an arm behind her, lacing it around his neck, pulling his face to hers to kiss him, all her feelings for him pouring out through it the minute their lips made contact.

“Fuck, Julia, I can
’t get enough of you,” he’d breathed in her ear.

He’
d turned her on her back then entered her again, continuing to make slow and steady love to her, whispering to her the most wonderful and naughty things. When he’d gotten close, he’d run a hand under one of her thighs, moving it behind her knee to stretch her leg up as he drove in deeper causing her to cry out, as they came together. It’d been fabulous.

Turning to her side, she saw that
Chase wasn't there and she frowned, not liking that he’d left her. He was probably in his room showering. It was a little before seven, so she knew she'd better get up and get ready for work.

After she
dressed, she went into the kitchen seeing that he was in his usual spot, leaning against the counter eating cereal. She couldn't help but blush when she came in, but her smile that greeted him was radiant.

"Good morning," she said
, moving toward him to give him a kiss.

"Morning." His tone stopped her in her tracks. It was cool and distant,
just as it'd been the two years she'd tried making him talk to her. What the hell? He didn't even look up at her. Just kept eating those stupid Frosted Flakes. She imagined swinging her hand up under the idiotic bowl knocking it out of his hands to cover his ass in Tony the Tiger splendorificness.

As she put a bagel in the
toaster she looked at him wondering what had changed. She was so hurt by the way he was acting. Bastard. Grow up already, buddy.

"
Chase?"

He knew he was being an asshole. He'd been up since four that morning wondering what to do. He'd left a kiss on
her forehead before he left her room to go to his then paced back and forth, trying to find a way to make this work. Every now and then he found himself on the floor alternating between doing push-ups and crunches trying to clear his head, forcing himself to think of every scenario there was. He wanted to be with her, but he was afraid that if they were together, he'd screw up and he couldn't afford that right now.

"Yeah
?"

"Why are you acting like this?"
 
Oh, God, he regrets that we were together.

"Like what?"
 He set his bowl on the counter, looking down at the floor sucking his cheek in, using his tongue to get something out of his teeth.

"Cold. Uncaring. Like a
prick,” she hissed out, glaring at him. He was infuriating. “What happened?" She wanted to slap him, maybe jarring whatever it was he was trying to get out of his teeth into his throat so he could choke on it.

"Nothing."

"Goddamn it! I'm so sick of this!" Her eyes filled with tears and she turned to go but he reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her to him, then held tightly to both her upper arms.

"Keep it
down!" he hissed then said quietly, "Look, Julia, I'm sorry. This is just, well, it’s tricky." He sighed. "Last night…" He wasn't sure what to say. And being so close to her and remembering last night were doing things to his anatomy that he'd rather they not. Just had to go and cross that line with her, didn’t he? But he also knew that even the 
thought
 of his being able to move on from her now was a ridiculous notion.

"Last night what?" she whispered back, scowling, trying to get control of the damn
ed waterworks that threatened to come gushing down her face. If he said it was a mistake…

"It was amazing. Yet not."
She flinched hard at his saying that. "I mean, it 
was 
amazing but it puts me in a tough position."

"It doesn't have to be so complicated,
Chase. And why are we whispering?"

"Good morning," her
father  bellowed from around the corner.

Jumping away from
Chase, she whipped around to see her father walking into the kitchen. She wiped her face quickly and straightened her jacket. "When did you get in, Allen?" She turned back to look at Chase, confused as hell. He just raised his eyebrows at her.

"An hour ago." He looked at the close proximity in which she and
Chase stood, his brow moving down, eyes narrowing. "And that's 'Dad' to you," he mumbled then looked down at his cell phone.

She gave Chase a “This isn’t finished”
look, got her bagel out of the toaster to spread jam on it then poured herself a cup of coffee leaning a hip against the counter to eat as Chase always did.

“I heard you had some excitement last night.”

She choked on her coffee, causing both men to look at her in concern. When she got her fit under control, she looked at her father. “Excitement?” she squeaked.

“Yes, with Chase?”

Dear lord. Her eyes were practically bugging out as she looked at her bodyguard wondering if he’d filled dear old Dad in on their nocturnal activities. “Wh-what?”

Chase couldn’t help but chuckle at her and decided to step in to help her out. “I told him about what happened with Emma.”

“Oh! Oh, yeah, that was horrible! That poor woman! I know she was just humiliated that her husband showed up.” She cut her eyes at Chase knowing he’d enjoyed her discomfort for a bit as he smirked back at her. Jerk.

“Well, men do stupid things f
or love sometimes,” Allen offered. “Gotta go make some calls,” he said as he left the room heading to his office.

“Thanks for that.” She gave him a dirty look while rinsing her coffee cup then went to her room to brush her teeth before they left.

“Any time,” Chase said with a laugh as she left the kitchen.

When she came out of her bathroom, she was surprised to see him in her room, leaning a s
houlder against the closed door, his arms crossed over his chest. She picked up her briefcase and walked toward him. “Ready?”

“Not until I do this.”
He wrapped her in his arms, leaning down and kissing her so thoroughly and completely, he left her breathless as she stood there with her valise hanging limply from her fingers.

“Wow.”

“Wanted to do that all fucking morning, and know I won’t be able to all damned day long.” He looked down at her with a smile.

“Wow.”

“Let’s go, baby.”

Well, she could definitely get used to this.

****

"Well, lad, we gotta get two more this month?"

"Yeah, that's what the Boss said."

Toady Number One s
hook his head. "This next one's gonna be tough. Her ol' man's had a bodyguard on her for the past two years." He sat on the couch and stretched his legs out placing his feet on the coffee table.

"That broad last year had one, too. Didn't seem to be a problem." Toady Number
Two tossed back his shot of whiskey as he leaned against the mantel of the fireplace.

"Yeah, but that guy was an idiot. This guy seems like he knows what he's doing."

"Yeah, so? It's not like we don't got the experience. One of us keeps him occupied, the other? 
BAM!
 Snatch the broad. That easy." Toady Number Two snapped his fingers to demonstrate. They hadn't been on this job for the past two and a half years for nothing. They were hardcore criminals, had the rap sheets to prove it, and no snot-nosed bodyguard was going to get in their way.

"
Ya think? That easy, huh? As I recall, the last time took some serious plannin'. And I think I ended up doing the majority of the schemin'."

Number
Two smacked Number One on the back of the head. "Fuck you. Like you really got the beans up there to think up this shit. As I recall, you stood around with your thumb up your arse and I was the one makin' all the plans. So stuff that in your fuckin' pipe and smoke it."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you."

The boss strolled in smoking a cigarillo. "Fuck both of you. Where's the Kid?
And get your feet off that table. I paid twenty grand for it, you Neanderthal."

"He said he'd be
comin' in around six," Number One replied, taking his feet down and putting them on the floor.

"Just make sure he's got the right info or crack his skull. I didn't pay that half-a-mill for nothing."

"Oh, he knows, Boss. He said he can deliver," Toady Two stated.

"Little fuck better be able to deliver or he'll be dead before he wakes up tomorrow morning." The Boss sat at the desk and flipped ashes into an ashtray.

"We told him that already. He knows he's up to his eyeballs here. Knows if he screws up, he's toast. Don't worry, Boss. Liam and me got it covered."

"Bring him to me when he gets here. You can leave now."

Liam and his partner got up, nodding at the Boss and left the room. They knew they'd better be getting a call from the punk soon or the Boss would have their asses. They'd stumbled onto the little creep when he'd met with a colleague of theirs, Donovan, who was a tough-as-nails loan shark, and Donovan had pointed Kid in their direction. The only people who went to see Donovan were ones in dire straits, so they knew this kid would probably be willing to do anything they asked. And whaddya know. Lady Luck had graced them with her presence since Kid had some connections that would definitely come in handy to their upcoming job. He'd already helped them obtain their latest victim, his good looks making things run much more smoothly than their ugly mugs would have. Kid had been able to snatch the girl pretty much right out in the open. Too bad the girl’s folks hadn’t followed through and she’d had to pay the ultimate price. Oh, well. But if Kid kept doing things the right way, he might just be able to keep that pretty face so he could display it proudly in his casket.

****

As Chase drove, he kept an eye out as usual for vehicles following them. He didn't see anything out of the norm at first but then he noticed an older model black Cadillac following them. This happened all the time; he'd notice someone following them but the car would turn off or stop somewhere and Chase would breathe a sigh of relief. But this car stayed with them longer than any other had before.

Just to check, he took a different route than he normally did, watching as the Caddy followed them, always staying two cars back. He even went around an entire block, watching as
the car still tailed them. Fuck.

"What
are you doing?" Julia had looked up from her phone seeing that they were in a completely different part of the city from where her office building was.

"Hang on." Chase said, concentrating on the car following them. Finding an open parking spot, he pulled over to the side of the street. The Cadillac went by slowly but he couldn't see anything because the windows were tinted too dark. He wrote the tag
number down.

"What's going on, Chase?" Julia asked.

"Nothing. I, uh, was going to pick up some clothes but remembered they won't be ready until tomorrow." He'd noticed a dry cleaning store down the block, using it as an excuse. No need to get her unnecessarily upset.

"You're lying. We're being followed, aren't we?" Julia's voice went up an octave. She'd read in the paper over the weekend about another businessman's daughter being held for
ransom. And now she started panicking, something she never thought would happen to her. She couldn't get any air into her lungs so she jumped out of the car breathing in deeply, but her breaths only came in shallow rasps.

"Julia! What the fu—" Chase got out going after her.

She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, pacing back and forth trying to suck in air but she couldn't. Chase went to her, grabbing around her waist, quickly leading her into the coffee shop in front of them. He pulled out a chair sitting her in it then squatted down in front of her.

"Julia. Look at me. You need to look at me, baby." He took her face in his
hands forcing her to meet his eyes. She was still gasping for air. "You need to calm down. Can you breathe with me? Take a deep breath just like this." He breathed in deeply. "Now, let it go. There you go. That's better." He smoothed her hair from her forehead that stuck to it from the light misting of perspiration on it. She definitely was having a panic attack.

"Do you want me to call 911?" a waitress asked.

"No, she's okay. I just need to get her calmed down. But thank you."

Chase kept talking softly to Julia, keeping his hands on her face, making her look at him as they breathed together. She finally start
ed getting control, breathing normally again.