I stared at those trusting brown eyes. They were so soft and emotive. Nathan’s eyes showed his very soul. I could crawl inside of him and live there. It was alarming how easily he broke down my barriers, and I let it happen all too willingly.
“Yeah, let’s get going.”
When we crawled into his car, he instantly pulled onto the road and turned on his blinker toward my parent’s house. My heart pounded because this was the time. This was when I told him I didn’t live there anymore and possibly never would again.
“You want to take the left instead of the right.”
Nathan looked at me and shrugged before flicking the indicator to change direction. My ears rang the entire time I directed him to my lot. Would he think less of me when he saw it? It wasn’t like where I lived was all that impressive, but it was more than enough for me and Oreo.
When we turned into the driveway between the shrubs, the way Nathan’s brow furrowed clued me into his confusion. I kept the place nice, but it didn’t change the fact the camper was old. It was rusted in a few places. It was white with a faded wood panel that lined the side. Random lawn furniture scattered about gave the lot a lived-in look, but I wondered if outsiders saw it as a homeless person's place. Essentially, I had no place to call home. The major thing was that I’d chosen to live this way. Investors buying properties for rentals made it impossible for people like me to buy a home. This had been my only option at the time.
"Chase..." Nathan parked his car and stared at my house. The acid churned in my stomach before I threw open the passenger door. It slammed closed behind me as I stormed my way to the entrance of the camper. I couldn’t bear being judged by him. I’d lived in my happy little bubble when it came to him this summer and bringing him here burst that in a heartbeat. What the hell had Drew been thinking?
“Chase!”
I froze as his voice carried across the breeze. My hand rested on the door handle. Oreo pawed on the other side, causing it to rattle on the hinges.
I let go of the door, ignoring the pathetic sound of my cat crying. It broke my heart to hear her like that, but she had to know that I was conflicted right now.
“Listen, Nathan...”
Before I could finish, his mouth crashed to mine as his hands knocked my hat from my head when his fingers worked into my hair. What the hell was happening right now? My heart felt like it was going to explode from my chest. Did he feel sorry for me? Was this a pity kiss? My mind whirled. What did all of this mean? The easiest thing would be to ask him, but when had I ever taken the easy way out of anything?
Chapter 19
Nathan
Itried my hardest not to question anything when Chase led me in a different direction from his parents' house. He was twenty-two, so it was logical that he could have moved out. There was no need to assume the worst, but I hadn’t expected him to direct me to the small, mostly empty lot with the decaying camper.
My respect for him grew. Chase had always been an enigma, a force to be reckoned with. He had no fear and he more than proved that this morning when my uncle pointed out the hickey and he’d refused to put on a shirt. He’d worn my mark with pride, without care or consideration for what others thought of him or his choices.
When we broke apart, Chase struggled to open the door to his home. His fingers shook as he held his keys and worked them into the lock. His hat was long forgotten on the ground. It was dark inside, but I didn’t give him time to think, time to dissect if I was considering or picking apart his space. I wanted to pickhimapart. He was my one and only focus.
“Where is your room?” The words were panted against his lips as we could only manage to break apart for a moment before hegrabbed my hand and dragged me down a very narrow passageway into a space that housed a queen-sized bed. He grabbed a bag of something along the way, ripping it open and dumping the contents across the counter. Odd, but I didn't mind as long as I got what I wanted.
This was what I wanted. I wanted to know who he’d become since I walked out of his life. This didn’t scare me at all. Chase took care of himself and had a roof over his head. He had a job, ate three meals a day, and he had friends.
It didn’t take long for my hands to shove his shirt from his frame. I wanted that sun-kissed skin exposed. If it were up to me, he wouldn't wear any clothes—ever. Naked. That’s what he needed to be. At all times.
“Nate...” He broke off with a groan as we rolled across his mattress, Chase landing on top of me. His fingers made fast work of my shorts, pushing them down my legs with my boxer briefs. If Uncle Drew hadn’t interrupted us this morning, I was sure this was where things would have led.
We still had the issue of way too many clothes. I wiggled out of my shirt as Chase shifted to remove the rest of his clothes, and when we were both gloriously nude, it was as if time stood still. A bed and a hot, naked man on top of me. That was all I needed. My fingers itched to map him, to memorize every last inch in case this never happened again.Please never let this stop. Let Chase stay forever. I wanted him past this summer.
“Lube?” I asked.
Chase nodded before producing a bottle from beneath his pillow. As quickly as I could, I pumped the cool liquid onto my fingers and found the crease of his ass. His hole was warm, puckered, and welcoming. My eyes closed as one finger slipped in. My cock gave a pulse at the memory of being inside of him. It had been far too long, and I wanted it back so damn bad.
“Fuck, Chase. Your hole is begging for it. Such a good boy.”
He hummed as he rocked against my fingers. His face contorted with satisfaction as my hand continued to stretch him open. One, two, three fingers, and he was fucking himself on them. Nothing was better than watching this man derive his own pleasure from me. It would only be better if it was my cock instead of my fingers.
“Now be a good boy and get me ready,” I instructed.
Chase’s eyes were completely black and blown wide with lust when he opened them. He licked his lips and nodded, grabbed the bottle of lube, and pumped a generous amount into his palm before coating my dick. I hissed at the contact. Wordlessly, he dislodged my hand from inside of him before aligning his hole and sinking down.
My eyes rolled back before I realized what the fuck was happening. We’d been too caught up in the moment. I was inside of Chase and bare. Nothing but the lube between us.
Between gritted teeth, I attempted to slow us down. “Chase...”
