Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance (45 page)

Chapter Thirty-One

I
don’
t even remember taking off our clothes but
all of a sudden both of us are naked and Chase
’
s
lips have left a wet trail of goose bumps down the side of my neck right to the
tops of my breasts where he is now focusing.  His kisses are warm and it seems
as if they must be leaving a visible trail for him, because I don
’
t
think he
’
s missed touching
even a centimeter of my breasts with his lips.  When they finally find my
aching nipples I can
’
t
stop myself from arching my back, pressing them further into his mouth and
wrapping an arm around his head to ensure he doesn’t stop until I
’
m
ready.

As his mouth continues to pull me in, one
of his hands glides down my thigh, tickling me lightly as it runs across my
skin.  I know instinctively where he
’
s
headed, but even still I let out a gasp as soon as his fingers make contact
with my folds.  They
’
re
already wet with anticipation, greedily accepting his fingers as they dip
inside.  He
’
s tentative at
first, but his boldness increases as he begins to probe deeper.  I grind my ass
into the bed in response and let out a low moan.

“Fuck you
’
re
so hot and wet,
”
he
says, lifting his head from my nipple to speak.  My arm loosens my grip on him
now as I realize that holding him at my breast is no longer serving the need I
desire most.  I say nothing as I push my palm against the top of his head.

He takes my hint, flashing me a smile as
he turns his lips back to my skin, beginning to kiss a new trail down my
stomach and across my belly button.  His fingers only slide out of me when he’s
low enough that he has to change positions.  Swinging his body up and over me,
Chase palms the sides of my hips and squeezes them as he lowers himself to my
core.

My body is tense with anticipation as I
wait for his tongue to touch my center, but I have no immediate release as he
teases me first.  He starts by kissing the inside of my thigh, first on the
left, then the right.  As his head turns from one side to the other, I feel a
gust of hot breathe against my pussy, the only stimulation he’s giving me at
the moment and I revel in it as I wait for something more.

More kisses frame my damp lips as he makes
circles around me.  His nose brushes through the sparse patch of hair I have
above my sex, and then down again, just along the outside of my labia.  I can
barely stand it anymore. 
“
Please,
”
I beg, my voice barely above a tortured whisper.  I
don
’
t need to say anything
more than that.  He knows what I
’
m
asking for.

He pauses, his lips pressed against the
flesh just above my swollen clit.  He finally completes the kiss and then pulls
away.  I wait, still tight with tension as I silently pray for him to give me
the release I so desperately need. 

When his tongue finally touches me, I feel
both relief and frustration as he isn’t centered along the insides of my folds,
but the outside.  He draws a trail of saliva up and down the outside of my lips
and along the top, just above my clit.  I let out a little whimper, but he
already knows what he’s doing to me and I suspect that
’
s
part of his game.

It
’
s
like an itch that I can
’
t
scratch, each flick of his tongue so maddeningly close to where I need it to be
that I want to howl in frustration.  Just as I
’
m
about to grab a fistful of his blond hair and yank his head into position he
stops his tease.  His tongue finally touches my sensitive nub, just a flick,
but I
’
m so pent up that it
sends a spark through me that causes my whole body to jerk in response. 

And then he’s upon me.

His firm hands slide under my ass, pulling
me forward as his mouth fastens against my folds, hot tongue diving between
them and mixing his moisture with my own.  I cry out now, my whimper becoming a
roar of pleasure as my knees pull up alongside his head and then clamp down
against his ears, holding him in place.  Now that he’s finally where I want him
to be, he’s not getting away.

Chase
’
s
fingernails dig into the cheeks of my ass as he holds onto me tightly, his
tongue a blur of action as it runs up and down my wet lips, pausing at my clit
only briefly at each pass to circle it a few times until I answer his attention
with a little shudder before he dives back down again to bury himself inside of
me.

So much anticipation leading up to this
moment means an orgasm is upon me almost before he’s really begun, but I
’
m
not holding anything back.  I feel myself contract and pull Chase
’
s
face harder against me with my knees as my body quivers with pent up release. 
A shrill scream escapes my mouth, and by the time it
’
s
faded I
’
m gasping with
handfuls of bed sheet between my clenched fists.

“Fuck me,” I pant.  “Now.  Chase.”

I watch in tense anticipation as he
fumbles with a condom wrapper before finally sheathing himself, and I don
’
t
wait a second before I open my legs and lean forward to grab him under the arm,
practically dragging him along my sweat soaked chest until I feel his cock
touch my entrance. 
“Fuck me,”
I
repeat.  My hands reach down to grab his ass and I pull him forward, urging him
to fill me completely and immediately.  He doesn’t disappoint. 

With one mighty thrust, Chase slams his
hips against mine as his body invades me.  The scream touches my lips again,
but it
’
s cut off this time by an
urgent kiss.  I can feel the stubble of a travel day
’
s
worth of beard rub against my chin, distracting me only slightly from the
pleasure between my legs. 

“Fuck me,”
I repeat unnecessarily. 
I
’
m almost in a trance now,
lost to all reason as Chase
’
s
hips slide back and forth at an ever increasing pace.  The pleasure between my
legs has gone past the point of a simple orgasm now.  Each thrust and draw of
his cock just sparks a new level of bliss that rolls through my body like a
tidal wave of pure pleasure.

I can barely hear the roar that Chase lets
loose as his own pleasure overtakes him, so lost am I to my own. 

“Fuck me,”
I whisper, barely
aware that he’s done and now resting heavily on my chest.  His body rises and
falls as both of us continue to breathe heavily.  Our bodies are stuck together
by a film of sweat and heat that may as well be glue, but I don
’
t
want him to move anyway.  He
’
s
exactly where I want him to be.

Within a few moments his breathing becomes
more regular, and I know he’s fallen asleep.  Sleep is tugging at my
consciousness as well, but there
’
s
one more thought on my lips.  One more thing I need to whisper to this man who
I have known for barely two weeks, but who has already become so entwined in my
life that the mere thought of his leaving makes my chest hurt.

It
has taken me days to say
it, and I know I
’
m a coward for
waiting until he’s asleep, but it
’
s
taken me this long to realize the truth of it.

“
I love you, too.
”

Chapter Thirty-Two

The
ride into town takes over an hour, with many of the roads bumpy enough that I
’
m
happy I hadn’t
spent all morning drinking mojitos like
we
’
d been doing for the past
couple of days.  Chase has been promising since we got here to show me the real
Cuba.  Spending time on the resort is great, of course, and I have enjoyed the
relaxation, but I know how insulated a five star hotel is from real life in a
country like this, and
I
’
m
curious to see how Cuban people really live. 

After paying and tipping the driver enough
for him to want to stick around town for the day to take us back again, Chase
leads me through the brightly painted center of the little town.

“
Welcome to Vi
ñales,
”
he says. 

“
Wow, it
’s
beautiful
.
” 
It really is.  Many houses are painted the bright
colors common in the Caribbean, pinks, greens, yellows, but mixed in with those
are bigger, more historical looking buildings which have their own character. 
The architecture of many of them seems almost colonial.

“Careful,” Chase
’
s
hand eases me out of the way of a cart being drawn by a couple of animals.  In
the back are a few weathered men who look to be in their 40’
s.

“
What are those?  Horses?
”

“Oxen,”
he replies. 
“
They
’
re
likely on the way to the fields.  Farmers here grow some of the best tobacco in
the world.
”

The men smile at me as they pass and I
wave back.  Everyone seems very happy.

We continue to walk through the town and
each time we pass a local, Chase greets them in Spanish and they say something
back.  I wish I could understand what they are saying, but the extent of my
Spanish knowledge is from my trip to Mexico years ago with Evelyn.
 Dos
cervezas, por favor.
  I don’
t
think asking politely for a couple of beers is going to get me very far. 
Especially since most of the locals he is stopping to talk to are children. 
Each time he meets one, Chase reaches into his backpack and pulls out something
he picked up back in Canada, handing it to them along with a few dollars.  The
smiles on their faces almost bring a tear to my eye.

“
Do you come to this town
often when you
’
re here?
”

Chase shrugs. 
“
Believe
it or not, this is actually one of the touristy towns.
” 
As small as it is, I have actually noticed a number of
faces in the town which clearly don
’
t
belong. 
“
I usually go to different
places, smaller ones, but still in this general
area
of the country.  But there
’
s
a good mix of things to see here so I thought it would work for us today.
”

Chase leads me past the town now and soon
we
’
re at the edge of the
farms.  Workers and animals dot the landscape amid broad leafed plants that are
about waist high. 

“
Tobacco,
”
he says when I ask about them. 

We continue to walk, the hot Cuban sun
layering us in sweat as we pass small little houses sprinkled here and there
amongst the farms.  I have a feeling this is even more indicative of daily
Cuban life than Vi
ñ
ales,
so I
’
m glad to see it.   Chase
had packed water and had warned me this morning to wear my walking shoes, so I
’
m
not about to complain.

Eventually we come across a small house at
the edge of a farm and stop.

“It
’
s
lunch time,
” Chase says.  “Hungry?”

I nod vigorously.  I
’
m
starving.  If it is actually lunch time, that means we’ve been walking for
close to three hours.  My feet are exhausted and I
’
m
overheated from the sun.  Still, I don
’
t
recall Chase packing a lunch for us so I
’
m
not sure what he has in mind.

“
Follow me.
”
Before I know what he’s doing, Chase is knocking at
the door of the farmhouse.  An older Cuban woman answers and as soon as she
sees Chase, she pulls him into a hug as if she’s known him for years.  The two
of them begin speaking very quickly in Spanish.  I have no idea what they
’
re
saying, beyond being sure that he hasn’t asked her for a couple of beers.  Before
I know it, though, we
’
re
being ushered into the little house.  I try to catch Chase
’
s
eye to ask him what is going on, but he is too busy talking to the woman.  She
looks old enough to be his mother.

The two of them speak for a few more
moments before Chase introduces me.  The woman
’
s
name is Elena Cruz.  As soon as Chase introduces us, she says something and
then exits the front door, leaving us alone in her house.

“
Chase, what
’
s
going on?  Who is this woman?
” 

“I’ve
known Elena and her
husband Victor for years.  Every time I come by this way I stop in and they
always feed me a great meal.  You can
’
t
visit Cuba without getting at least one home cooked meal.
” 
He winks at me and gives me a little hug.  I accept it
stiffly, still unsure what to think about standing in a stranger’s home in
Cuba, waiting for her to feed me lunch.

While we wait for our host to return, I
look around.  This is the first Cuban house I’ve been inside of, and despite
how small it is, I
’
m
amazed at how much character is packed into it.  There are pictures of Elena
and who I assume to be Victor alone, but also with others who I assume are
their children.  From what I can tell, they have at least three of them.  In
the photos they are various ages and I can almost track their growth
progression through each picture.  All of them seem to be taken in this very
house until the kids became adults, at which point the pictures stop.

“Hola!”

I turn to see Elena return with a darker
skinned man wearing a wide brimmed hat and a light shirt.  Chase introduces me
to Victor who matches the images of the man in the pictures with Elena.  He
smiles and shakes Chase
’
s
hand as Elena disappears into the kitchen.  The three of us sit down in the
small room with all of the pictures.

“
Victor owns this farm and
has for a few generations.  They grow tobacco.
”
As
if he understands what Chase is saying, Victor pulls out a few cigars from a
box next to his chair and offers them to us with a smile.  I politely shake my
head, but Chase takes one and the two men light them up.  Victor doesn’t speak
as much as his wife, and we sit mostly in silence until Elena returns to tell
us that lunch is ready.  We follow her to the kitchen and sit at a little table
laden with food.

 After Victor motions at me, I help myself
from a pot of what seems to be beans and some type of meat covered in a light
sauce, as well as a tomato salad.  Although I haven
’
t
a clue what the dish is that I
’
m
eating, it
’
s delicious and I
say so.  Chase translates and Elena smiles happily.  The three of them talk a
bit during lunch with Chase occasionally translating.  Mostly they are talking
about the changes to the US embargo and what it might mean to their country. 
They
’
re cautiously
optimistic.  I don
’
t
know a lot about it though, since Canada has never had any such restrictions. 
From what I know, though, the 50 years long embargo has been very hard on the
country, so I can imagine why they
’
re
excited at the prospect of it possibly being lifted.

After the meal, Chase brings his backpack out
and empties it onto the coffee table in the first room.  There is still a lot
of stuff left.  He speaks to Elena and Victor, and they smile and hug him
again. 
“
They
can take what they need, and then give the rest to their friends and neighbors,
”
he explains.  I also see him hand some money to
Victor.  I couldn’t see how much it was, but it seemed like a lot.  I
’
m
touched at how generous he is.  I know that kind of money isn’t a lot to him,
but it must mean the world to people like Elena and Victor.

“
Ready to head back to
town?
”
he asks.

My belly is full, but my feet are
hurting.  Still, they
’
re
not going to get better by waiting around for a few more hours.  We’ve already
been here long enough to miss the hottest part of the day. 
“
I
guess so.  Hopefully my feet will last all the way back.
” 
I say it with a smile, trying not to come off like I
’
m
complaining.  Not too much, anyway.

“
Oh, we
’
re
not walking,
”
Chase says, flashing me
his trademark half grin. 
“
Victor
has offered us a special ride.
” 

Curious, I follow him out of the little
house.  I hadn’t noticed any car when we arrived but it could be parked behind
the house. 

Waiting outside is a cart, very similar to
the one that almost ran me over earlier, with two light gray oxen grazing on
the sparse lawn as they wait patiently for us to climb aboard.