She flipped the remote switch on the toy and the gentle buzz
made her sigh. Anne let her hands wander her body, imagining they were Chase’s.
Just as the show was getting good—Chase was thrusting his
hips up as he fucked his own fist—the rattle of the old knob on the door yanked
her out of fantasy land and she slammed the lid down on the laptop just as the
man himself crept into her room.
“Want me to tuck you in?” He gave her a lazy gin and then
flopped on her bed, the mattress sagging under his weight and dumping her
against him.
Dear God, he was on her bed!
While the Bullet was still on.
She fumbled beneath the covers but the goddamn remote was
AWOL. Anne clenched her thighs tight to buffer the buzzing of the Bullet, both
as soundproofing and to keep herself from orgasming until after he left.
But she had to admit that jilling off with him right there
next to her had a certain bad-girl appeal.
“What are you doing?” He nodded to the computer. “Thought
you were taking a nap.”
“If you thought I was sleeping, why did you come in and
pester me?” She squirmed beneath her blanket, trying to reposition the Bullet
but not tip him off to what exactly was going on under there.
God, but it feels so good.
He splayed his hand on her hip. “Come on, tell the truth.
You were in here looking at porn.”
Her face flamed, but he couldn’t possibly know. Could he?
No, he was just giving her shit. “I certainly was not. I’ll have you know I was
reading Dakota Cassidy’s new book.”
“You wouldn’t tell me anyway. Haven’t you always said we
don’t need to be
that
close?” His breath tickled her ear.
“It begs the question yet again, if you thought I was busy…”
Anne trailed off, masking the gasp as the building pleasure in her cunt almost
betrayed her.
“I thought you were never too busy for me?”
Her hips jerked involuntarily as her orgasm mounted. “Jesus,
Chase! You’re tickling me.”
“Am I?” His voice sounded raspy for a moment, but it had to
be her imagination. “Sorry.” He brushed his lips against her cheek in a
familiar motion. “I’ll wake you up at six.”
She tried not to shiver at the caress. “You should get some
rest too. You know Gin will want to stay until the place closes and you worked
hard today.”
“Is that an invitation to nap with you?”
Oh sweet hell, yes!
No! The Bullet would buzz her clit right off if she didn’t
let herself finish soon and get the damn thing out of her panties.
“No way are you hanging out in my bed. You haven’t even
bought me dinner first. See, you move in with a guy and all the romance goes
right out of the relationship.”
He laughed and got up. “That’s my Anne.”
Had his fingers lingered on her hip or had that been her
imagination? It didn’t matter; the experience was being deposited directly into
the spank bank. In fact, the whole encounter, him next to her in bed, was going
into the vault.
Even after he left, the scent of him clung to her pillow.
She loved the smell of his aftershave; it made her think of his square jaw,
clean-shaven, and what it would look like with his mouth closed over her
breast.
That image and the scent of him were what pushed her over
the edge. She came, straining and arching against the stalwart little toy and
wishing it was Chase.
Chase Donovan was beating his cock like it owed him
money—and for all the times it had interrupted his daily routine lately, he was
sure that it did. He hadn’t needed to jerk off this much since middle school.
Though the root cause was the same.
Anne.
Something about her had changed in the last six months, and
he didn’t know what it was or whether he wanted it to go away or explore it
further. Bastard that he was, that was why he’d offered to let her move in. He
thought maybe being around her more would remind him of their friendsh—
No, that was a lie. That was the logic he’d used to console
himself after he’d offered. He’d imagined a thousand scenarios and they all
ended with him fucking her.
Maybe he watched too much porn, but when he went into her
room, part of him imagined he’d find her bringing herself off, those slender
fingers working her cunt, and she’d beg him to ease her, demand he fuck her
hard—and Chase would oblige.
But she wasn’t some
thing
to be used like that, she
was Annie. His best friend. So Chase wouldn’t close that space between their mouths,
taste her lips, fill his hands with her glorious tits or bury his cock inside
her because no matter how hard either of them got off, it wouldn’t be worth
their friendship.
Even though the scene in her room had begun much like he’d
imagined. His pretty Anne was jilling off to porn. No one snapped a laptop
closed that hard or that fast unless they were doing something they didn’t want
anyone to see.
When the mattress had bowed and slid her against him, he’d
felt the gentle vibrations under the blanket and the way she’d squirmed beneath
the covers; it made his cock so hard. His first instinct was to reach beneath
the blankets and make her come like she was dying—she’d be screaming his name,
unable to find fulfillment with a quiet whisper.
He palmed his cock, sliding his hand up and down the shaft
slowly as he thought of her. His go-to fantasy all those years ago was much the
same as it had been these last months, of sliding his cock into the valley
between her breasts, her thumbs grazing back and forth over her nipples as she
held her tits firm around his thrusting cock. He imagined drizzling warm
massage oil over her tits as he fucked them, her head dipping to take the crown
of his cock into her mouth.
Chase knew he should be filming this for the site—he had to
put up new material—but he needed to come so badly he couldn’t think. He could
always take the performance enhancer later.
This, right now, was about him and Anne. Not displaying
himself to pay for this house or for med school. This fantasy wasn’t for
anything but enjoying how it felt. He wouldn’t deny he liked filming for the
site. Seeing a million hits and knowing all of those people were bringing
themselves off to his image was great for his ego.
He squeezed the bottle of Astroglide over his straining cock
and smoothed the gel up and down the length of his shaft, imagining its
slickness to be Anne’s pussy. Chase groaned as he stroked himself, pushing up
into his fist, knowing that drilling Anne would be even better.
Her cheeks pink, her sexy mouth open, that black hair spread
out behind her and the marks on her skin where he held her hips to guide her to
meet his thrusts. He imagined the feel of her nails digging into his back… His
Anne would be like some wild animal in her passion.
If this were real, he would have tasted her sweet cunt,
licked between her thighs until she came on his face then fucked her until she
came again. Here, in his fantasy, he could be a selfish lover. Take what he
wanted and spend without drawing it out.
His balls tightened and his cock surged as he pictured
spilling his jism all over her tits and lips, her hot pink tongue lapping at
his cum. Chase’s orgasm hit hard and fast, the sensation fading just as quickly
as it bloomed into something that he didn’t want to name.
Chapter Three
“There’s a man for you.” Chase referenced Gin’s earlier
decree and waved with his beer at Seth Grayson, who’d just pushed through the
door of The Bottleneck. He nodded in reply and made his way over to their
table.
That statement was proof positive to Anne that Fate had one
seriously twisted sense of humor. Before she’d discovered the Dreamed Desire
site, there had been some light flirtation and possible interest on both sides
of the Seth/Anne equation. Now there was only Chase.
Seth wasn’t the average med student on his way to a god
complex. He’d been raised by his grandmother and had the manners of a gentleman
at a cotillion. He had a quiet, yet still confident way about him that exuded a
surety and safety that would serve him well in his chosen specialty. He was
going into obstetrics and gynecology.
Chase was forever giving him grief about “taking his work
home”, even though Seth wasn’t that type of guy. In the four years Anne had
known him, he’d never had a girlfriend and there were no rumors of any
hook-ups. He didn’t seem the type for a one-night stand or casual sex.
It wasn’t that he was hard to look at. He was built like a
Norse god—tall, broad and blond. But he was quiet and more concerned with his
studies than socialization. Anne thought that alone was sexy.
“Yeah, maybe Seth and I
should
go out,” Anne said,
slyly watching Chase for his reaction.
“He’s not your type,” Chase replied, and took another drink
of his beer.
“No? But you just said there was a man for her. Why not
Seth? He’s a good guy,” Gin said.
“Actually, Seth is more
your
type.” Chase nodded to
Gin.
“He’s not interested in me.” Gin sounded certain, but
suddenly she found the napkin under her beer overly interesting.
“What did I miss?” Seth queried as he joined the table.
“We were debating if you should go out with me or Gin.
Although Chase thinks you’re more Gin’s type,” Anne supplied.
He nodded as if he were considering the matter in detail.
“Well, I guess it will have to be you, Anne. We all know Gin is hardcore
fangirl for Chase,” Seth said matter-of-factly.
Gin blushed to the roots of her hair.
“Aw, Tank. I didn’t know you cared.” Chase smirked.
“I don’t,” Gin said in a rush.
“No? Too bad.” He winked at her—knowing full well that Gin
wanted a piece of him.
“It is, isn’t it?” Gin shook her head and sighed. “You owe
me, Anne. I’m talking first born.” Then she grabbed Seth’s hand and led him out
to dance in front of the stage.
Which left Anne alone. With Chase.
She shook off her trepidation. It was stupid. She’d been
alone with him plenty. Hell, they’d slept in the same bed on their senior class
trip in high school, and other times besides. Sitting with him at a table in
The Bottleneck while having a beer and listening to their friend’s band play
wasn’t anything to be afraid of.
Even though she’d been paddling the pink canoe to images of
him earlier. That was fantasy. This was reality. Two completely different
things.
“What was that about?” Chase asked with a raised brow.
In all honesty, Anne had no clue. It seemed for a second Gin
had swooped in like an expert wingman to give her time alone with Chase. Why
would she do that? Chase was finally starting to pay attention to Gin. It was
as if she were pushing them together.
“I don’t know. She said
I
needed a man and then takes
the only available one at the table.” Anne shrugged.
Chase grabbed his chest and made a choking noise. “Right
through the heart.”
Maybe this was the segue she needed to talk about what she’d
been feeling? Maybe fantasy could be reality. “Oh? And you’re up for gigolo duty?”
“Anything for a friend.” He grinned lasciviously.
Friend
.
A firm reprimand back to the Friend
Zone. Or maybe he was playing it safe too? “Sure.” Anne nodded, slapped her
hand on his thigh and slid it near to his hip. “What’s a little fucking between
friends?”
For a moment, Chase’s cheeks billowed out, full of beer. He
looked like a cartoon chipmunk with his cheeks packed to save up for the
winter. Anne had the urge to poke one cheek and see if that would make him spew
like a beer geyser. He finally managed to swallow.
“I didn’t think women called it that. I thought it was
‘making love’?”
“For such a smart guy, you can be a dumbass. It has to be
‘making love’ because I have a vag? I thought you knew me better than that.”
Oh, they were skirting dangerous territory now—and it thrilled her.
“When was the last time you fucked someone as opposed to
made love?” Chase questioned, his expression serious.
She wanted to lie. To tell him she’d been with as many men
as he’d been with women, but her numbers were nowhere near his. Then there was
the fact the last guy she’d had sex with, she’d loved. Head-over-ass,
stupid-for-him type of love. “Never.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since Jim the Jackass?” He was
incredulous.
“Nope. I’ve gotten very close with Bunny,” she confessed.
“Who the hell is Bunny?” he demanded.
“My Rabbit. The plastic kind with batteries, not the furry
kind.”
His cheeks billowed out again but he swallowed more quickly
this time and spluttered.
“Don’t ask if you don’t want the answer,” she said sweetly.
Anne liked having him off balance. He was always supremely confident in
everything he did, every goal he set for himself. Knocking him for a loop was a
difficult task.
“Anne, did he hurt you that badly?”
Damn. There went her advantage. “I’m okay.”
But she wasn’t. Jim had broken her heart and left her
disillusioned. Was that why she’d suddenly turned to Chase? He’d always been
her safe haven and now, was she expecting him to fix that part of her life too?
He seemed to be able to fix everything else. It wasn’t fair to push her needs
onto him. Not until she was sure she could meet his as well if he
did
feel something for her other than friendship.
He studied her intently. “You know, I never liked him
anyway.”
Good old Chase, always there with the standard best friend
script. And he meant every word. He never liked any of her boyfriends. From the
first time in fourth grade when Billy Ludkins made her cry all the way until
Jim the Jackass. He never thought any of them were good enough.
“You never like any of them.” Anne smiled.
“Because you have shitty taste in men, sweets. Except for
me, of course. Now come dance with me.”