She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Why not?”
“Because then I’ll have to be inside you, my Annie.”
The way he said her name with such blatant ownership made
her shiver, and even though her body was still quaking from her release, she
knew she’d be ready again in moments.
“Don’t you
want
to fuck me?” she asked, baring her
need before him.
“More than anything—except keeping your trust.”
Her breath caught again and her body tightened in
anticipation of more. God, she was going to die if she had to come that hard
again, but it would be a good way to go. “I trust you, Chase.” Anne pushed
herself up and draped one arm around his neck, pulling him down to her.
“I know. And I won’t fail you.”
“How could this be failing me?” Anne couldn’t help but rub
herself against him.
He took a deep breath and his voice was low and strained.
“Because you didn’t want this. It’s my fault you’re in pain. This isn’t for our
mutual pleasure, something we decided together. This is something I did to you
with my carelessness.”
“What if I want you, Chase?” she asked artlessly.
“Then you’ll still want me when you’re not drugged and
aching.”
“But the ache hasn’t stopped.”
“It takes time, sweetness.”
“Does it? How long? It’s been six months.”
He froze. “What do you mean?”
She tilted her hips to rub her pussy against him again,
almost unwillingly. Anne moaned softly. “Six months I’ve been watching you on
Dreamed Desire. Six months of touching myself to images of you doing the same.
Only, I didn’t know it was
you
until…” She broke off and dug her nails
into his shoulders as she shook with another small release.
“Until when?” he demanded.
“I tried to stop but I couldn’t. Please,” she begged. “I
need this. Not only to ease me now, but to get you out of my head so you’ll be
Chase again!”
“I’ve never been anyone else.” He pushed his arm beneath her
lower back to angle her.
“So you’re my friend again instead of my fantasy,” she
corrected.
His kiss was brutal. He crashed his lips to hers and she met
his violence with her own. Anne bit his bottom lip lightly and then traced its
contours with her tongue. Chase pulled back and tugged his shorts off.
Anne wanted to look at him but he was efficient with his
movements. She hadn’t said she wanted to touch him; she’d only said she wanted
him out of her head. Again, he was doing exactly as she asked.
“I want to touch you.”
“No, Annie.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I want
this
too much.” He groaned as he
teased the crown of his cock against her slick pussy, sliding it over her
engorged clit to barely part her cleft.
She bucked her hips, urging him to drive his cock inside
her, and he complied, thrusting deep.
Anne felt as if she’d been torn asunder. She’d never been so
full. If he moved, she’d shatter—but she instinctively knew he’d put her back
together too.
He pulled her up again so her ass was braced on the edge of
the island and she leaned forward, trusting him to support her weight. She
kissed the familiar edge of his jaw, the corner of his mouth where he hid his
smiles, and then on the fullness of his lips again.
They moved in tandem. He brought her down as he pushed up
into her, hooking his arms beneath hers to grasp her shoulders and keep her steady.
She rode him fast, flexing her thighs and tightening her pussy around his shaft
to pull him deeper.
The tumult that raged inside her built again, but this time
more intensely than before. There was a single focal point and it was all
Chase. His hands, his mouth and his cock had all merged into one sensation. A
cry tore from her as it reached a crescendo and when she would have pulled away
to keep from dying that little death, he drilled her harder.
“Come for me again, my Annie.”
As delight spiraled through her in endless waves instead of
crashing down on her like a tsunami, she decided that Chase Donovan was indeed
a god. He’d brought her to orgasm more times than she could count and he’d only
come once.
This was just like their heated debates. He was making all
the points. She couldn’t let him win this too. “Come inside me,” she whispered.
His fingers dug into her shoulders and he growled against
her ear. “You don’t want that.”
“I do, Chase! You know I’m on the Pill. Come hard.
Fill
me
.” She didn’t know if the words spurred him on or not, if they were what
she was supposed to say at a time like this, but she didn’t care. Anne wanted
him to be as sated as she was. “Or let me finish you with my mouth,” she said
boldly. She’d never done that for a man before, but she wanted to do it for
Chase.
“You could get the Devil to go to church, Annie.”
Chase thrust into her again and then he stilled, wrapped his
arms around her and held her tight against him. He’d come inside her just as
she’d demanded. Anne was hit with a euphoric satisfaction.
Until she realized every single cell in her body was aching
in protest. She made a small sound of distress when he withdrew.
“Yeah, I think you’re going to be okay,” Chase said lightly,
as if they weren’t naked and he hadn’t just given her the fucking of her life.
“I’m not going to be able to walk for a week.” Anne was
pleased to note the hot, burning need in her cunt had faded. “But yeah, I think
I’m okay.” She sat up, unsure of what to do next.
“It’s gone? Just like that?” Chase narrowed his eyes at her
while he pulled up his boxers. “It takes me hours to work it through my
system.”
“Maybe being with another person neutralizes the compound?
Something to do with mixing hormones?”
“Anne, you may just be a genius.”
“Well, I knew that.” It felt good to be back into the realm
of banter and Anne could see the wheels in his brain whirring around that idea.
He was already making notes in his head.
She hopped down off the island and pawed around for her own
boxer shorts. Then, to save them both from an awkward moment, she retreated to
her room.
What she
really
wanted to do was check the countertop
of the island for any evidence of their encounter and scrub it away. It wasn’t
that she wanted to scrub away what happened. In fact, she wanted to do it again
when she could walk without wincing. But they
did
prepare food there.
And the next time she was slicing a tomato for a BLT, she’d
be thinking alternately of fucking Chase and remembering that she hadn’t
cleaned the island afterward.
Chapter Five
“You tramp. What did I tell you would happen?” Gin’s perky
voice startled Anne from a dead sleep the next morning.
Anne grumbled and rolled over. “Christ, Gin. How are you so
energetic this freaking early?” She pulled a pillow over her head.
The petite blonde flopped onto the bed next to her. “Chase
asked me to check on you at lunch.”
“It’s already lunch?” Her brain boggled at the thought. Anne
had never slept that long ever.
“No, I came early. It’s eleven. But I figured you’d need a
long soak in the Jacuzzi and maybe some pizza and Rosa Regale.” Gin waved the
bottle at her. “It’s all my treat. As long as you spill. About
everything
.
Get moving though. Seth and I are going to a thing for dinner.”
“A date?” Anne asked with a nudge.
“Most certainly not. It’s a dinner theater thing Justin’s
girlfriend is in. He wants to drag Seth, but neither of them want the
implications of two men sitting through dinner theater together. Alone.” Gin
snorted back a giggle.
“Really? I think Seth wanted an excuse to hang out with
you,” Anne said knowingly.
“That would be a mess, wouldn’t it?”
“Why? You don’t find him attractive?”
“Who wouldn’t? He’s definitely nice to look at, but he’s so
reserved. I practically had to beg him to dance with me.”
“Gin, that wasn’t begging. You dragged him like a
recalcitrant dog.”
“For me, that’s closer to begging than I would like.”
“You didn’t mind pining for Chase.”
“Don’t start.” Gin held up a hand. “Talking about my lack of
love life isn’t going to get you out of spilling all the gory details. Unless,
of course, you don’t want this bottle of Rosa Regale.” She waved the bottle
again, as if dangling a carrot in front of a donkey.
“Did you bring two?” Anne sighed.
“Actually, I bought three. And those really big wineglasses.
Because they say a glass of wine is good for the heart and the circulation.”
“I don’t think they meant a glass that could double as a
7-Eleven Big Gulp.”
“Maybe not. No one says you have to drink it all,” she
singsonged.
“Bring it on.” Maybe a glass of wine and some girl talk was
just what she needed. “But we
will
talk about this Seth thing.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. It’s a friend thing.”
“Yeah. Don’t go there.”
“Look, just because you want
your
best friend to bang
the backside out of you doesn’t mean that’s what I’m after,” Gin corrected.
“Now, get up.”
“You’re really not upset?”
“Please. Everyone knows you and Chase are like PB and J. You
just fit. Sure, I lusted after him and if he’d shown the slightest bit of
interest, I’d have been on my back faster than a five-dollar hooker.”
“You have no shame.” Anne laughed.
“And why should I?” Gin curled her lip in derision. “I’ll
meet you in the Jacuzzi. The pizza is getting cold.”
Anne eased herself out of bed and found she was sorer than
she’d originally thought. It hurt to walk. She was suddenly very thankful for
the Jacuzzi and for Gin. She riffled through the bag she had yet to unpack and
dug out her bathing suit.
She was immediately sorry when she put it on. The material
clung to her uncomfortably. As soon as Gin left, that puppy was coming off.
Anne made her way out through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen.
Much as she adored Gin, she wished it were Chase she was
getting into the hot tub with. Anne immediately chucked the thought when Gin
waved her over and held out a glass of Rosa Regale for her.
Anne sank down carefully into the water, loving the feel of
the steam and the heat as it lapped at her skin. All of the tension immediately
eased out of her and she took a sip of the sparkling red wine. She sighed with
bliss. Then crammed almost a whole slice of a Cheese Lover’s pizza into her
mouth.
“Stuffing your face isn’t going to get you out of talking
either,” Gin warned.
Anne savored the pizza as she chewed and nodded to Gin. She
was like a dog with a meaty bone, that girl was. Wouldn’t leave it alone for a
minute in case she missed something. She swallowed and took another sip of
wine.
“Anne!”
“What? Why did you bring the food if you don’t want me to
enjoy it?” Anne asked.
“I knew I should have held it hostage until you spilled your
guts.”
“And then you never would have gotten me out of bed.”
“Well?” Gin turned the conversation back to Anne’s illicit
night with Chase.
“To start at the beginning, we need an internet connection.”
“Use my phone.” Gin shoved it at her and Anne reluctantly
put her wine down.
She clicked to download the Dreamed Desire app. Anne
accessed the app using her password and pulled up one of the videos of Chase.
She shoved it back in Gin’s face, bringing her friend eye to eye with her
lover’s endowments.
“Holy shit kittens, is that what I think it is?” Gin gasped.
“Yep. Our darling Dr. Donovan in his birthday suit.”
“Doing unspeakable things with his birthday
stick
.
Oh. My. God.” Gin struggled to catch her breath and made little fanning
gestures at her face, but it didn’t seem to do any good. Then she straightened
and turned her head sideways like a meerkat. “I didn’t know it could do that.”
“Me either, girl.” Anne slid deeper into the water and
exhaled heavily.
“So that’s where all this extra tension came from between
you two. You realized he had the swinging dickstick of doom.” Gin laughed.
“I didn’t know it was him.”
“How could you not? I can’t even see his face and I know
it’s him.” Gin was incredulous.
“I just didn’t, okay? I was a member of the site for six
months before I realized it was him.”
“Uh-huh. And he just happened to be the model you’re most
intrigued by, to put it gently?” Gin asked.
Anne hung her head and heat infused her cheeks. “Even after
I knew it was him, I kept going back.”
“I ask again, how could you not?” Gin giggled and then
paused, distracted by what was on the screen. “Wow.”
“So then seeing the fantasy in the flesh, things were
different. I thought I could handle it. But the dance?”
“I know!” Gin squealed. “You guys were hot. No two ways
about it. You were completely in your own world, but didn’t you notice the
people around you started dancing like that? I thought for sure people were
going to start having sex right there on the dance floor.”
“If he would have wanted to, I doubt I would have been able
to say no.”
“That wasn’t beer on his jeans, was it?” Gin asked, another
giggle brewing.
“Nope. And if you ever bring that up again, I will have to
kill you.”
“But he took the blame. Such a gentleman.”
“I wanted to die. In fact, I’m still embarrassed.”
“Whatever. You got off on his leg like a St. Bernard. So
what?” Gin struggled not to laugh.
“Shut up, you’re horrible.”
“I know.” She sighed. “I’m jealous too. I’m just awful.”
“No,
I’m
awful. I should have told you about the site
and my feelings for him.”
“Anne, you still don’t know what they are yourself, I can
tell by the look on your face. I don’t hold it against you. But with you and
Chase, you’re both always first in each other’s lives. That’s something to
think about.”