She did mind. She minded very much. Anne tried in vain to
school her expression.
“You
do
mind?” Seth asked with a raised brow, his
hands pausing on his jeans.
YES
, she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t very well
do that. Not at this juncture anyway. “No, not at all. The more the merrier,
right?” Anne finally twisted her mouth into a smile.
Chase didn’t speak, but tugged Anne close. She ended up
sitting between his thighs. Her hands were resting on his knees, and when she
leaned back she came into contact with the expanse of his defined abs. The
obvious evidence of how he felt about their earlier conversation was pressed
against her back. She was thankful neither Gin nor Seth could tell the
difference between the blush at Chase’s proximity and skin simply heated by the
steam.
“You guys are back a little early, huh?” Chase asked
neutrally, but Anne could hear the we’re-changing-the-locks-tomorrow in his
undertone.
Seth shook his head. “Man. It was
bad
.”
“We couldn’t hang,” Gin added.
“So you just left Justin there?” Anne asked as she squirmed
a bit to find a more comfortable position.
“No, he left too,” Seth said with a smirk.
“Oh my god, he did not! That’s awful. That poor girl,” Anne
said.
“No, no. Poor
us
. Devolved rather quickly. She had a
meltdown on stage and there was a food fight, started by this other guy she was
cheating on Justin with. It was ugly.” Gin made a face.
“How tacky.” Anne shook her head. “We’ll have to call him
and tell him how we never liked her anyway.” She grinned.
Chase’s hands were suddenly on her hips, guiding her
squirming. She realized she’d been brushing against him rather intimately while
trying to get comfortable. Her face flamed again, but doubly so when she
discovered what he was doing. He wasn’t moving her for his pleasure—he was
doing it for hers.
He had her perched over a tiny jet in the seat. It was soft,
a light tease as the water pressure moved over her pussy. It was just enough to
make her squirm some more. She was torn between wanting to get closer and
trying to get away. If it were only she and Chase, she’d have probably crept
closer to it herself, just as she’d been planning to do before he’d come
outside. Anne needed some relief, so she relaxed into his knowing grasp and
begged to any powers that happened to be listening that Gin and Seth would
leave soon.
It made her feel decadent and naughty to allow Chase to do
this while they were in the hot tub with their friends, but Anne figured they’d
both understand. Not that either of them would ever hear hide nor hair of this
particular escapade, but in theory…
A long sigh escaped from her and she spoke quickly. “Isn’t
this so relaxing?”
“I was going to offer you some wine, Anne, but I don’t think
you need it.” Gin peered at her from her seat.
“No, Annie doesn’t need any more wine. As it is, I’ll have
to carry her to bed,” Chase said, a laugh rumbling deep in his chest.
“Hers or yours?” Gin smirked.
“Mine, of course. You know she has to pay her rent somehow.”
His light words sent shivers down her back and his fingers tightened on the
curve of her hips.
Anne usually had all manner of comebacks and slick remarks,
but the pulsing water between her thighs had silenced her. All she could manage
was an agreeable sound and a nod of her head.
She was nowhere near intoxicated, but if that’s what it took
to get rid of their company, she’d happily play the lush.
“Wine can really go to your head with all this heat,” Seth
added helpfully. “Gin and I won’t be too long. Although I was hoping to crash
on your couch tonight. Who knows when Justin’s party is going to wind down and
I’ve got to be up early.”
Anne gave a little shiver and struggled not to cry out. The
jet felt so good, she wanted to surrender to it, wanted to have Chase’s hands
all over her body, to have him fuck her here in the hot tub from behind…then
again on the deck. Then—
She clamped her legs together.
Oh, why weren’t they leaving? Thankfully, Chase shifted her
again so she was on his lap and allowed her a brief respite from the
manipulation of the jet. Her need for him had intensified, but at least she
wasn’t going to come there in front of all of them.
She let her head fall against his shoulder and her eyes
drifted closed as she enjoyed the feel of him.
“Gin, I say we take some wine and crash out in the living
room for a while. Maybe even go grab a bite so Chase can put Anne to bed.” He
looked at Chase. “That is, if you don’t mind us staying.”
“No, that’s fine, but I haven’t eaten. It’d be cool if you’d
bring me something back.” Leave it to Chase to extend his hospitality and kick
them out in the same sentence, all with a finesse that made them think it was a
good idea. “Anne can take a quick nap and then we’ll all go to the party.”
“Come on, Gin,” Seth said with a nod.
“What if I’m not ready?” she pouted.
“You’re ready. I heard your stomach growling earlier. It’s
not like you ate anything at the performance.”
“I couldn’t. Half of it was on the floor,” Gin said.
“So, come on. My treat. I did promise you dinner.”
“I do appreciate a man who can keep his word.”
“I
always
keep my promises,” Seth said.
“Do you?” Gin was quiet for a moment. “Then I suppose I
should let you feed me.”
“I supposed you should,” he said as he took her hand and
tugged her to her feet. “Come on, blondie. We’ll be back in about an hour,”
Seth said, this last to Chase pointedly.
Anne was hyperaware of the not-so-subtle innuendo in his
tone. She felt so obvious about what she wanted, or maybe it was Chase who was
obvious? Whatever it was, Seth had picked up on it and was happy to oblige
them.
As soon as they were through the door, Chase reached over
and turned the jets up higher. He maneuvered Anne until she was kneeling,
positioned fully over one of the more powerful jets, one arm around her waist
to anchor her and his other hand free to rove over her body.
“Oh my God, Chase.”
“You don’t like this?” he breathed against her neck.
“I like it too much!”
Chase’s hard cock rubbed the opening of her slit from behind
and with the more intense stream of water pounding at her clit, Anne couldn’t
stop from crying out.
“What about this?” he teased, and thrust against her.
He brushed his lips along the back of her neck, grazed his
teeth over the tender place between her neck and shoulder.
Anne shuddered and rocked back against him to meet the
motion of his hips. Somehow, this was more erotic than if he’d actually been
inside her. She longed for him to run his hands over her, to cup her breasts
and drill into her pussy. But what he was doing now was slow and sweet, steady.
He suckled at her neck, took the flesh lightly between his teeth and then laved
it before suckling again.
The intensity of her orgasm was already clawing at her,
trying to pull her over the edge, but she wasn’t ready.
Anne reached back between them but he grabbed her wrist.
“Hands to yourself, remember?”
She shook as her orgasm neared and tried to close her thighs
against the continued onslaught of the hot jet of water hitting her clit. Anne
didn’t want the moment to be over, but Chase was determined. He clamped his
hands around her thighs and held her legs apart.
“I thought you said your hands wouldn’t move,” she cried
out.
“I lied,” he said, unrepentant.
Anne loved him holding her like that, demanding she take her
pleasure. She’d fantasized about him this way, although he’d been even more
dominant. She’d imagined him as a pirate and herself as a captured slave, bound
for whatever he wanted to do to her.
He tangled his fist in her hair and angled her head to kiss
her, muffling her screams. Climax hit her hard and fast—the bliss intensified
by his insistent strength holding her there and pushing her to experience more
of the sensation than she would have if she were bringing herself off.
She struggled when it became
too
intense and he
pulled her against him. Anne took ragged and gasping breaths as she rested the
back of her head on his shoulder while she drifted back to earth. He held her
close, his fingers stroking lightly down her arms.
“I love watching you come, Annie.”
His words made her clench and shudder as another wave of
ecstasy took her. “God, Chase. The things you say,” she whispered in a shaky
voice.
“Should I not say them?” he asked, not a taunt, but serious.
“I love that you say them. I don’t ever want there to be
anything else we can’t say to each other.”
“Look! There’s a rule. One down,” Chase rasped. “Should I
make you come for every one?”
Anne shivered against him. “If you think you can.”
“Little Annie, if that’s a challenge, you’re fucked.” He
pulled her tighter against him, his cock still hard. “In every way you can
stand it,” Chase promised.
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to be serious—to
really talk. But Anne knew him inside and out and she knew the harder she
pushed one way, the harder he’d go the other.
They’d agreed there would never be anything they couldn’t
tell each other, but Anne immediately thought her promise might be wishful
thinking. Already she found herself imagining what it would be like to have a
real relationship with him, not just friends with benefits—and she couldn’t
tell him because she knew how he felt about committed relationships.
He didn’t want one.
Anne wasn’t naïve enough to believe he’d change his mind
just because it was her. Even though part of her was starting to wish he would.
Chapter Eight
Hours later, Anne reevaluated her reasoning for coming to
the party. She felt awkward and out of place. It would have been more fun to
stay at home and spend time with Chase.
Or maybe it was just that she was more intrigued by a man
who put off his own orgasm, like some kind of Tantric god, than by a bunch of
beer-swilling, fart-lighting frat boys.
Though she was embarrassed to admit that when a guy
surrounded by a bunch of whey-faced freshmen did that very thing, she laughed
and found it just as funny as she had in middle school.
“Where did you run off to? Sneak back to the house for a
quickie with Chase?” Gin asked as she handed her a beer.
“The smoke was too thick, I had to go outside.”
“Or was that just where Chase went?”
“Will you drop it?”
Gin rolled her eyes. “No. I’m living vicariously. You can
expect me to be making cracks from now until shit sticks to the moon.”
Anne smirked. “I guess that’s fair, considering you’re not
getting any.”
Gin eyed her carefully for a long moment. “You know if he
goes in the Truth or Dare room, he’s fair game? I can’t pass up the only chance
I’ll ever have to lip-lock with him,” she said lightly. “Unless, you know, that
bothers you. I mean, you haven’t said you’re together…” She spoke each word of
the last sentence slowly, as if she were explaining to Anne that a round piece
would not fit into a square hole.
Did
it bother her? Anne didn’t know. Her gut reaction
was to say that it did, to be possessive and territorial, but she and Chase had
no claim on each other.
“Why would it bother me?” Anne forced a smile. Gin was doing
the good girlfriend thing. Especially considering how long she’d been crushing
on him.
“You know I can smell that from here, right?” Gin rolled her
eyes again. She’d been doing that so much lately, Anne was sure she’d have to
be dizzy by now. Or on the next roll, they’d roll right out of her head.
“Smell what?”
“The bullshit. You screwed up your face like you did when I
made you try that pizza with cauliflower crust. Admit it—you don’t want me or
anyone else putting their lips anywhere near Chase Donovan.”
“I don’t give a shit what you do, Gin. But Seth might.”
“Will you let that go?”
“If you stop making cracks about me and Chase.”
“Fine.” Gin huffed. “But I want you to say it. Say you don’t
want me to kiss him.”
“I already said I don’t care,” Anne repeated, but as soon as
the words were out of her mouth, she wanted to take them back. She didn’t. Anne
wasn’t sure about her feelings and she wasn’t ready to deal with any of it.
“But don’t expect me to waste
my
dare on you. I already told Chase if he
wants to try to one-up me, I’ll dare him to kiss Justin.”
Gin grabbed her shoulder hard and crossed her legs as if she
were doing the potty dance.
“What are you doing?” Anne couldn’t help but laugh at her
friend’s pose.
“Not Justin.
Seth
. God, wouldn’t that be hot?”
Anne licked her lips. Yeah, it would be hot—and thinking of
them sharing a kiss, she felt none of the jealousy she did when imagining Chase
with Gin.
Anne was officially an asshole. She hated feeling jealous
and guilty and… “You still didn’t tell me what you’re doing.”
“Creaming my panties.”
“TMI, Gin.”
“You know if we dare them to kiss, they’re going to dare us.
If they don’t dare us first, actually.”
Anne flashed back to her earlier conversation with Chase.
“It’s more socially acceptable for us to make out than it is for them.” But she
knew he’d do it if she wanted him to, if that’s what got her off.
Gin giggled. “Yeah, and you know it’s pretty good for my ego
to know we’d be spank-bank material for both of them. So where is your knight
in fuck-me armor?”
“I’m not sure.” Anne looked around the room.
“I notice you didn’t correct me.” Gin raised a brow.
“In the four years I’ve known you, it’s always been futile.”
“Come on, let’s go to the Seven in Heaven room.”