Page 68 of Playing with Forever
Each mark made something dark stir inside me, something protective and violent, but I didn’t let it show. Tonight wasn’t about him. It was about her. That bastard wasn’t ever going to touch her again.
I turned off the water and we dried off together, her skin warm and damp and smelling like my shampoo and soap, smelling likeme. “I want to do something different tonight,” I said.
“Oh?” she murmured, looking up at me curiously, her lips parted slightly in invitation.
I just smiled, lowering my head and brushing my mouth across hers. I tugged her along, walking backwards and continuing to kiss her until we got to the bedroom. When we hit the mattress, I turned and pulled her down with me, over me, her body sliding over mine like warm silk. My shaft prodded her stomach, but I didn’t rush things. I wanted to savor this, and her.
We’d never fucked like this before. Taking our time and enjoying the moment and each other. There was always some fun goal involved. I loved doing our scenes, but I also wanted us to have this…just sex, for the pleasure of being together. No other reason.
Her hand reached down to my cock and wrapped around me, her touch featherlight but purposeful, her fingers gliding over my piercings like she was remembering exactly how to unravel me.
“Stop teasing me,” Andrea murmured against my lips. “I want you inside me.”
“If you want me,” I said, my voice low and rough. “Then take me.”
I guided her to straddle my lap, and when she hesitated, I looked into her eyes, seeing the surprise and confusion there because I was clearly giving her all the control and power, and I didn’t do that often.
“Tonight, you lead,” I told her, my hands sliding down to her hips. “I want you to take exactly what you need.”
Desire sparked in her eyes as she slid her hands over my chest, bracing her palms flat, then raised herself up and slowly sank down on my cock. I groaned as I filled her, that tight, warm heat pulling me under. She gasped softly, and once she was completely seated on my shaft, she began to move. She kept her eyes locked on mine as if she didn’t want to miss a second. Her rhythm was deliberate, like she was reclaiming her body, her pleasure, her power. Every slow grind of her hips, every hot clench of her pussy taking me in again and again, threatened to send me over the edge. Holding back, waiting for her, took every ounce of restraint I possessed.
It was basic sex compared to the other things we’d done together, but it felt like the most connected we’d ever been. She moved with growing confidence, her breath catching as she rotated her hips, and I bit back a curse. She was stunning like this, flushed, glowing, alive.
Her fingers slid into my hair and tugged me into a kiss that was deep and messy and perfect. Then she pulled back and whispered against my lips, “Take what you need, too.”
“I needyou,” I rasped. “Just like this. Don’t stop.”
My girl rode me like she was claiming every inch of me, body and soul. She didn’t ask for control, she took it, and I gave it willingly. Her moans turned breathless as she neared the edge, her movements losing that rhythm.
She clutched at me, panting. “I love you, Chase,” she whispered. “I love you, Chase, love you love you,” she chanted.
I felt her coming around me and I gave myself over to the pleasure, climaxing right along with her. She collapsed on top of me, gasping, trembling, holding on.
When the shaking stopped and the world came back into focus, I whispered into her ear, “He doesn’t get to leave a mark on you. But I will. Every kiss, every touch, every mark, will be mine.”
Andrea lifted her head to look down at me, tears shimmering in her eyes, but her smile was the most powerful thing I’d ever seen. “Good,” she said. “Because I’m yours.”
And I knew, deep in my bones, that I was hers, too. Forever.
EPILOGUE
Andrea
Icouldn’t believe six months had already passed.
Chase and I had fun tackling his place as a couple. We painted the walls, and redid the kitchen, giving both color. My art prints hung on the walls as well as some new art that Chase had bought me. New furniture filled the living room, and I was putting some sexy touches on our bedroom décor, opting for a black and deep purple palette. We’d even had his mother and father over for dinner when they’d been out visiting—his father checking on things at the Las Vegas division of Noble and Associates, and his mother doing some interior decorating for The Players Club.
Jillian and Dean Noble had raised a fine man. An honorable man. And I made sure they both knew it during their visit.
I wasn’t the kind of person who wanted to be constantly spoiled, but I understood what Chase was doing by letting me transform his place. It was his way of taking care of me. Letting me know that we had enough money for things like art, and redecorating, and really, anything my heart desired. I wasn’t ever going to worry about going hungry or being evicted. Chase would always be there.
Work had been busy, but we’d still found time for each other. I had gotten a promotion after Brandon’s arrest, my bosses telling me that my campaigns had been successful and they wanted me in a position to provide more oversight to the others in my department. Especially since it was clear that I had always done more work than Brandon did on our joint projects.
Brandon… thank God that was all over. When news of his arrest got out, a few other women had come forward, testifying as his victims. He’d never done anything that the police could pin on him and so any reports made had just… sat there. Nobody had ever followed up, nobody had bothered to do anything. These women had been forced to change their names and move to new cities, to live in fear that one day he would come back.
Now, they would finally get justice and see him behind bars for a good long time.
It felt so good to be able to walk around freely and go anywhere I wanted, all on my own, and not worry that someone was following me. Even six months later I still felt incredibly grateful for that freedom every time it happened.
