Worth the Chase (3 page)

I stared deeply into her eyes, watching as lust filled them and a range of emotions filtered through. She bit her lip hard, nodding her head yes.

I knew we both had been drinking, that we both had been angry with each other earlier, but none of that mattered. All that mattered now was that I was about to fulfill her desires and show her just who Chase was.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her from the counter I guided us towards the stairs.

She was mine.

Light filtered in through the blinds as I opened my eyes. Black spots danced across my line of sight before I snapped my eyes closed again and snuggled into the sheets. The smell of sex and masculinity invaded my senses, warmth radiating into me from the body pressed against mine. Opening my eyes once again, I immediately knew I was not home.
This wasn’t my room, let alone my bed. My sheets were nowhere near this soft,
I thought as the material rubbed against my skin.

Glancing around the room, memories of the night before surfaced the longer my eyes roamed Chase’s personal space. When my eyes landed on our discarded clothes, my head started spinning, throwing me back into our night of passion together faster than a person getting whiplash.

“This means nothing,” I purred into his ear as he removed my clothing. His hands were gliding over my body in a way that said he was on a mission.

Chase’s lips never leaving my own, even as I pushed him away to remove his clothing.

“Nothing. Not a damn thing,” he growled, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip so hard I could taste blood. I moaned out loud, unable to hide the pleasure he had caused inside of me.

I wanted more, I craved more.

Without notice, I felt the bed behind my knees and then I was falling, landing softly against it. I watched as Chase removed his jeans, throwing his baseball cap to the floor. My eyes moved down from his face, over his chest, down his abs and to his cock, which was at full attention. It called to me, its length almost freighting.

He must’ve saw the look in my eyes because he stopped and stared at me for a moment as if he was taking a mental picture of me so that he could have it for later and I allowed myself to do the same.

“You’re so fucking beautiful… A gem.” He seemed to mumble over his words. I smiled softly, even if I hated when he spoke a majority of the time, still hearing him say something nice caused butterflies to form in my stomach.     
      

My body withered across from him as I waited for him to make the next move, and he did. Crossing the small amount of space between us, he came at me like a tiger would while hunting game. His body sleek and full of strength as he pounced on me, his lips seeking out my own.
 

Electricity flowed between us and I could feel the pull, pulling us into one another. We were magnets and as soon as our bodies collided, I could feel myself melting, becoming a pool of nothing.

His cock pressed against my entrance, fully ready to take me. I pulled away, whimpering with need.

Chase wasn’t my everything, in fact, I despised him. But as emotions swarmed me and pleasure coursed through me, I knew that if I let him, he could be.

“Place your hands above your head and whatever you do…” He pursed his lips, “don’t move them.” I squirmed at his command, keeping my hands above my head, the lingering thought of what would happen if I moved them running through me.

Chase’s tongue licked a path down my chest, over my stomach as he dipped his tongue into my belly button, stopping right above my pubic bone. His hot breath and wet mouth were all that I could feel, or think about.

“Ahhhh…” The moan slipped freely from deep within me as he inserted a digit inside of me. I pushed up off the bed, my lower half begging for so much more than he was giving me.

“Mmm, she’s greedy now isn’t she?” he questioned me, his voice husky and sexy. I wanted him, no, I needed him. I was past wanting.

“I need more,” I moaned, tossing my head back and forth, not even paying attention to the fact that he had placed his face between my legs and was licking at my clit like an ice cream cone.

“Fuck…” I stifled the rest of whatever I was going to say with a bite to my lip. I didn’t want him thinking he was too good.

A smirk formed on his face, and I knew that I was in for so much more.

Chase slipped his tongue inside of me and my toes curled. I had never felt so much tension, so much pleasure in one pass of someone’s body against my own.

“When you move tomorrow…” he growled, which caused vibrations to course through my pussy. “I want you to remember me. To remember this, because…” his words lingered in the air, and I wondered not only what it was that he would say next, but what it was that he would do next. “The next time a man touches you, it’ll be nothing like this.” He removed himself from the center of my legs and I groaned out in frustration.

I had never wanted a man more than I wanted the man before me right this second. I craved him.

Chase reached over to the jar he had on his nightstand that was filled with condoms and plucked one out.
My mind should’ve been lingering on the fact that he had a jar of condoms on display, but I didn’t care because I was ready for him.

One night. One time.

He rolled the condom onto his cock with precision, then he winked at me and placed himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready for me, Gianna?” My name falling from his lips caused butterflies to fill my belly. I pushed them away, knowing that if I allowed that feeling to stick I would make more out of this one time deal than it was. Instead, I nodded my head yes. With one swift movement he was inside of me, filling me to the brim with everything that was Chase Winchester.

“You’re everything I knew you would be,” he whispered as he drove in and out of me, my insides curling with every slide.

Unable to speak a word, I moaned out in pleasure. Every thrust inside of me was one that held all the aggression and anger we had towards one another.
He gripped me by the back of the head, forcing our foreheads together as he drove into me with more intensity than before. His teeth were bared, and his grip on my hip was hard. Words didn’t need to be said. Our bodies made up for what we never could say, and as my core clenched around him, I knew I would never experience something like this ever again.

I watched him above me as he pushed himself off that nonexistent cliff, his cock swelling deep inside of me. The pulsing that coursed through me, and the fact that I had shared a moment with Chase that I knew I would never get back, radiated throughout me.

“Fuck!” I gasped, as the memories had all but resurfaced. I didn’t feel regret remembering what had taken place. No, I was more concerned with the fact that I now had to do the walk of shame, and that everyone would know that I had slept with Chase, becoming yet another slash on his headboard.

“We can,” his voice met my ears. “I mean again, that is if you’re up for it.” I rolled over, just for a moment, telling myself I didn’t really want to see him in all his
I was just fucked
glory. I snarled at him as I jumped from the bed to find my clothing.

He was much easier to deal with when alcohol was in my system, that and the fact that I had finally slept with him would hopefully remove my slight obsession with him from my mind.

“You were a good lay and all, but I think it’s time to explore other options.” I flung the words at him, praying that they would hit him in the chest and knock him over. His facial expression fell, as he went from smiling and cocky to angry and displeased. But I knew better. Chase wasn’t the type to stay longer than it took to remove the condom, so how I had managed to stay overnight− I did not know.

Chase moved to the edge of the bed, resting against his forearms. His eyes said he was fuming angry, but the smile that was forming on his face said otherwise.

“I feel the same, Gia. In fact, I believe that you were one of the best lays of the year. However, more will come and I do mean literally.” I narrowed my eyes. I wasn’t sure why his words caused anger to form within me. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t aware of the things he did. Maybe I had wanted to forget for a second, maybe I wanted to think that he had a soul underneath all the bullshit I had heard about him.

Without another word said, I slipped my clothes on and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I told myself that if I had a chance with him I would never walk away like one of the millions of other girls did on this campus.

Yet here I was.

Tears formed behind my eyes as I headed out of the house.

Chase had a
heart,
I had felt it last night, and the sad part was I would never feel it again.

I couldn’t tell you how long I laid on my bed after she left. All I knew was that I dreaded the words I had said the second I

“Fucking. Stupid. Fucking…” I was fuming, raging, my fists clenched at my side. Last night had been amazing, exhilarating, but I should’ve known that one time with her would never be enough. When I slid into her, I felt at home. I felt whole, something that I never felt with any others. It was times like this that I hated the reputation that I had created for myself.

“You fucked her… didn’t you?” Chance was lingering at my bedroom door, his words held anger and disappointment as if he expected more from me. I shook my head as I looked into his eyes. I so didn’t want to fucking talk about Gia with him.

I stayed silent and I knew in doing so it did me no good. Saying I did made it apparent and being silent did too, so I just said nothing knowing he knew anyway. Twin intuition and all.

“I tell you to stay away, I tell you not to cross the fucking line because she’s not even in the same league as the other girls you fuck with, and you take that line and obliterate it.” I rolled my eyes at his words, he had a knack for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Preferably my business.

“You saw me with her last night, don’t pretend to be the good brother here. You know what I was doing with her, and it’s not like she didn’t want it too,” I said between clenched teeth.

Chance entered my room completely and came to settle on one of the chairs in the far corner of my bedroom.

“She’s better than you. Better than whatever the fuck it is that you think you can offer her. You know that, and you know that I don’t have to explain that shit to you. You’re a playboy who loves to party. She’s a good girl trying to graduate at the top of our senior class. I didn’t think you were stupid enough to put yourself in that situation.” Everything he was saying was hitting me directly in the chest, like he was tackling me to the ground in an effort to knock some fucking sense into me.

I was mad, but was I really mad at him or myself? I had screwed up, I had crossed the line that I said I wouldn’t.

“Chance, I know I fucked up…” I sighed, my head in my hands. “She’s just…” What was she to me, could I even explain to him how she made me feel?

“She’s what? I’m sure whatever she thought about you before, she now feels was absolutely right. I saw her face as she walked out of the house. She wasn’t fucking pleased in the least bit.”