There’s no thought left in my mind beyond her, how much I need her. I’m a mess of grunts and thrusts, whimpers, and slapping skin. It’s fucking beautiful.
“Harder, Chase. Oh, fuck!”
I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body up so her back presses against my chest. I haven’t stopped fucking her in deep, hard thrusts, and I can’t wait to see the bruises on my legs tomorrow. I’ve got one hand around her throat and the other pinching and teasing her swollen clit.
“Fuck, I love when you scream for my cock, pretty girl. You like that, huh? Like me fucking you hard till you black out? Tell me you want that, my goddess? For me to fuck you stupid?”
“God, yes! Yes!”
I squeeze her neck, and she’s coming all over my cock. There’s grunting and swearing, and it takes a moment to realize it’s coming from me. I’m some kind of fucking animal right now as the rush of warmth spreads over my thighs. “You like that, my queen? Does my cock make you feel fucking good?”
She reaches up and back, finding my hair and pulling hard as her body rocks, fucking herself on me, using me. The pressure builds, telling me it won’t be long now..
“Fucking use me, Renate. Come again, please, come again before I can’t hold it anymore. Use me like the whore I am for you. That’s all I wanna be, you’re fucking play thing.”
We’re tangled together in the most perfect euphoric cloud as we both let go together. I catch her before we collapse, and roll to my side, still holding her to me as I bury my head in her soft, damp hair.
“I love you. I love you so much, Renate,” I huff out, trying to breathe. We weren’t supposed to love each other. We agreed to casual fuck buddies and nothing more. I’m so glad that failed so miserably, because now I get to hold her, and tell her how much I love her. I get to worship her for all she is, body and brains. I belong to her as much as she belongs to me. It’s a bliss I never thought I’d feel.
“My sweet, perfect Puppy.” She pulls my head back down to her shoulder and strokes my hair as she whispers to me and coos in my ear. I’m crying again. I don’t even know who I am anymore, crying after sex, telling her I love her every minute of the day, needing her like a drug. This isn’t me, but I don’t want to go back to my old life. I just want her and everything she does to me.
I pull my head up and my lips find hers while my hand slides to her face, holding her in a fierce but tender way as our mouths tangled like the world doesn’t exist. The shit with Lawson, the stalker, her ex, all of that could have torn us apart, but every obstacle brings us closer together. She’s left marks on my skin and my soul that I hope never fade.
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper as we break for air. The years of games and bullshit are catching up to me and pushing all my abandonment issues to the surface, but for once in my life, I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to let her go. I need to be hers or I’m nothing.
“I’m right here, Chase. Right where I belong.” She strokes my hair before wiping the tears away. “We should get dressed. Cynthia will be here soon, and you boys are watching Dev’s game.”
“Shit, I forgot about her coming over.”
“Chase?” I hum my response into her shoulder as I kiss and nip at her soft skin. “I love you, too, my Puppy.”
* * *
“So, do we think he’s in cahoots with your stalker?” Cynthia asks as she pours herself a drink. “I mean, I wouldn’t put it past him, but it seems a little?—”
“Not just the stalker. He’s working with my ex, too. Luis spent too much time hanging around where he shouldn’t be, telling my mother lies. Lawson knew about that and other things I hadn’t told anyone about.”
“He’s got connections, so I’m not surprised by any of this. He and Chase have butted heads more times than those damn rams on nature documentaries. I don’t know about them, but it sure as fuck givesmea headache.”
She sits at the table across from Ren and they talk while I continue zoning out across the room. I’m replaying memories, all the times Lawson has pissed me off in the past. It’s not a long list since I try to avoid him, but none of our interactions went well. I’m known as a nice guy, and, except for that prick, I usually am. But he should have gone down long before I had to bother with him.
“Chase, are you even listening to us?” Cyn asks, pulling me back to the conversation.
“What? Sorry, no. I, uhm, guess I got a little in my head.”
“Well, get your head out of your ass for ten minutes and get over here. Ren asked what happened between you and Mr. Personality.”
Oh, uhm, I met him almost five years ago. He wanted to cast me for a movie and I came pretty close to signing on, but I found out about the wage gap between my co-star, Rosie Johnston, and me.”
“Rosie?! No, that’s so fucked up.” Ren replies and I remember how enamored she got when Rosie sat next to her. “Why do you people go to his fake ass charity functions after he fucks you all over like this?”
“Publicity,” Cyn answers.
“Ugh, always. How bad of a difference?”
“A few extra zeros at the end of the paycheck. I called him on it, and he refused to budge, so I backed out of the project. People knew me by then from a few of the higher grossing movies I’d done, so people noticed.”
“Yeah, people tend to take notice of a twenty million dollar hit to avoid a court date. Rosie got her friends together and had every intention of fighting him harder if he’d gone to court.
