Текст книги "Worth the Chase"

Автор книги: J. L. Beck

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The hater’s will hate you even if you don’t give them something to hate. Keep being you.

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I remember the very first time I laid eyes on him. My eyes lingered on his hard body, across his broad shoulders, and finally up to his handsome face. He had a body made for gripping, his abs were lick worthy and on full display for the entire female population of Auburn University. And believe me, they were all looking.

His eyes were a gun metal blue, like the ocean when the sun filtered through it, yet dark and full of pent up energy ready to be unleashed on anyone who got in his way. His chin was covered lightly with a dusting of stubble, his nose straight, his teeth white, and his hair had that just screwed sway to it. He looked like a GQ model. It was no wonder everyone including myself lusted after him.

“Gia. Focus on this shit in front of you. I’m here to tutor you, not have you check out my brother,” Chance, Chase’s twin brother, scolded me. My cheeks warmed in embarrassment as I brought my eyes back down to my notebook and away from Chase and the blonde that was stuck against him like glue.

The sun was shining through the trees and down onto us as the summer temps continued to rise. We were laying out on the front lawn of the campus, working on Advanced Biology. I had a test the first week of class, so I needed to be focusing on cell splitting and not removing my panties, allowing that asshole access to my…

“Gia?” Chance said my name again pulling me from my thoughts. At least I wasn’t being yelled at for staring at his brother this time.

“What?” I answered, lifting my face to meet his angry stare. Chance was gorgeous too, I mean after all they were twins. He had the same body as his brother, except his eyes were green and he had a softness to him that Chase didn’t exhibit. Oh and let’s not forget, you could actually look at him without him being an asshole solely because you glanced at him. He wasn’t full of himself like his other half.

“You need to focus. It doesn’t matter if you’re not looking at him, I can tell that you’re thinking about him which is the same fucking thing.” Chance’s voice was full of frustration. My mouth started to gape open all on its own. Shocked that Chance had come out about it so meanly, I closed my Bio book and grabbed my notebook. I didn’t know what to say. It was impossible to concentrate with Chase around. Attempting to “focus” with him around was like elementary school all over again. The only difference being I was a senior at college this time around and needed to get my shit together so I could graduate with a degree that mattered.

I had fought for my chance to go to college, I had begged and pleaded for a chance at this life, and I needed to stay on track. Even if being off track sounded so much more fun at this point in time.

“Focusing would be easier if he wasn’t everywhere you were,” I growled, narrowing my eyes at him. It wasn’t Chance’s fault that he had to bring Chase all over the place like he was a toddler. Chase just had a habit of causing problems, and Chance had a habit of making sure he stayed out of trouble.

“I see you’re finally done with the princess.” Chase butted in as he walked up, the blonde missing from his arm as I picked myself up off the grass. His voice was all gruff, his posture confident as if he was telling everyone ‘I’m better than you.’ Shaking my head, I raised an eyebrow at Chance showing him that this is exactly what I meant when I said it was hard to focus. My temper always flared when he came around, and before I could stop myself, I was speaking.

“You know my name is Gia. Use it, or don’t refer to me at all,” I sneered. He was gorgeous and a delectable specimen, but the second he opened his mouth I wanted to stab him in the eye with a fork.

I did want him, though, that I can’t deny, but I wanted him for one thing and one thing only. I wanted to know if he was just as good in bed as the rest of the girls on campus said he was. Aside from that, I didn’t want to listen to him speak once.

He tilted his head sideways at me, “Wow. I just heard Chance have to remind you not to stare. Seems someone was a bit distracted.” He mocked with a smile on his lips, one that kind of made me go weak in the knees, but at the same time made me want to throat punch him. Of course, he would change the subject. He was good at dismissing the things he didn’t want to hear or that didn’t work in his favor.

If he thought I was going to play into his hand, he was wrong. I turned on my heel away from him fully intent on heading back to my dorm. I had to be moved out in the next month for fall classes, which meant that I would be a woman on the hunt for a new apartment with my best friend, Taylor, who would be a freshmen this year.

“Wait! We need to meet up. I want to go over everything we studied this summer, especially the labs that you’ll be tested on the first week in class.” Chance’s voice stopped me from walking away, which caused me to turn back around and face Chase, who was now wearing a shit eating grin.

Hate him for all that he’s worth, I told myself. Don’t look at him like a piece of cake that you want to devour. No, look at him like he’s the reason you need to work off fifteen hundred more calories.

He’s the cake. Don’t touch the cake. Don’t think about the cake.

I swallowed the saliva that had started to form in my mouth just as I caught a glimpse of Chase smiling again out of the corner of my eye. A dribble of sweat dripped down his abs and my mouth popped wide open.

What were we talking about?

“Let’s meet up this weekend. Chase is having a party off campus, but maybe you can come over anyways and we can work on it?” Chance asked for what I assumed the second time, his eyebrow raised in questioning.

I bit my lip and nodded my head yes. I was going to have major whiplash after today’s meeting. I knew there was no way that I could handle going over to Chase and Chance’s house, apartment, mansion or whatever the hell they lived in to study. I would have to cancel.

“Alright, we’ll talk then. I’ll text you the time,” Chance responded as he bent down to pick up his books and papers, placing them in his bag. I gave Chase one more once over and then walked away, wondering what the fuck it was that I was doing. I had no reason to be lusting after someone like him. He was as far from the safe zone as it got. His demeanor alone caused my heartbeat to go into overdrive and my body to feel alive as if I hadn’t been truly living this whole time.

I knew better than to associate myself with him, he had bad written all over him. For God’s sake, my father was an FBI Agent! If he heard half the shit that I did away from home, he would probably force me to move back and finish my last year of college being locked away in my childhood room.

Coming to a halt and squeezing my eyes shut, I took in a breath. Ugh, Gia just calm your tits. He will never find out. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, I told myself as I opened my eyes and continued my walk across campus. I was just about where I needed to be when my phone started ringing extremely fucking loud.

“Fuck,” I huffed, struggling to pull the slim device from the pocket of my shorts. Taylor’s name showed across the screen and excitement filled my belly as I pressed the answer key.

“I’m so excited that I’ll be seeing you soon!” she squealed into the phone. This was her first year of college, a time where growing was something that she would truly experience. I was glad that I would be that one true friend here for her when she needed it the most. I didn’t have that my first year, hell I barely had that now, but in a few weeks we both would have something we’ve been missing since I left for college.

“I’m pretty sure that I’m way more excited. I have to start packing up my stuff at the dorm this week,” I confessed. I hated packing, anything that involved moving was something that I was against.

“Oh speaking of, I found a place for rent. I’m going to call the number on Craigslist first thing Monday. Hopefully, we can rent it. It’s close to campus and they’re offering the lower rooms in the basement. Two bedrooms with spacious closets, one bathroom, and our own laundry room. We’ll have to share the kitchen and living room with the owners, though.” A smile formed on my face as I crossed the grass to my dorm room. I slid my key into the lock gaining access into the building as Taylor filled me in.

“You’ve sure done your research. That sounds amazing. The only issue is price.” I hated to be the bearer of bad news, but I wanted to be realistic.

“They only want eight hundred a month.” She sounded just as shocked as I felt, so much so that I almost tripped walking up the first flight of stairs.

“Well shit. Then it’s a given, as long as everything checks out and they aren’t some serial killers, then of course we’ll take it.” My voice bounced off the empty hall walls as I jogged up another flight of stairs, keeping my eyes focused on every step as to make sure I didn’t actually trip.

“Yes, you bet your ass we will.” I could hear her moving around her bedroom and then her mumbling ‘I’m coming, Dad’ as the low speaking voice of my Uncle Devon filtered through the phone.

“I have to go, Gia, but we’ll talk later.”

“Okay,” I said, saddened that our conversation had to end so soon. It had been three horrible long years in time that we were separated. We’d grew up together, our parents like siblings, so not only did I consider her my best friend but a cousin as well. Being without your partner in crime for three years was a long time to miss someone, but we would finally be together again, doing what college kids did all across the country.

“Sorry. Dad wants to take me out to dinner. I’ll text you when I get home. Love you, bye.”

“Okay, love you too. Bye, Tay.”

I pulled my phone away from my face just as I made it to my room.

208.

I sighed into the air. There was no one here, no one to talk to, and no one to do anything with. I realized that the highlight of my day had already come and gone as I threw myself onto my bed. Now I was free to do nothing the rest of the afternoon.

Sigh. College life.

Gia King would be my damnation. We failed to see eye to eye, even on the same air we breathed. She could say the sky was blue and I would disagree just to see her scrunch her nose up at me. I loved that she hated me, even more so it made my cock harder than steel to see the anger in her eyes, the hate in her blood fighting to be unleashed against me.

She was the only thing worth touching on this campus, yet I told myself that keeping my distance was the right thing to do, and damn if it was. I needed to be leveled headed when I was around her. Otherwise, we would head down a path that neither of us could come back from.

I knew it and was sure she knew it. Therefore, I drew that boundary in the sand, making sure neither of us crossed it. No matter how much I wanted to, and now-a-days I wanted to a lot. I had to tell myself no as she walked away, as I headed home, and as I forced her from my mind. The days since I had last seen her passed in a flurry between the gym, girls wanting to catch a chance with me, and getting ready for my party, I had failed to remember what day it was.

Then she showed up in a pair of jean shorts that were ten times too short and a shirt, if you could even call it that since it showed her belly, on my doorstep looking for my brother. Of course I was shirtless, with my baseball cap on backward. I had three parts whiskey, one part coke in my Red Solo cup, and I was two sheets to the wind having been drinking all afternoon. She looked like a temptation I could no longer resist.

“Where is your brother?” she asked, her voice was full of energy which told drunk Chase she was a challenge, something that needed to be broken. Sober Chase would’ve declined, knowing that there was a boundary that needed to stay in place, but sober Chase was long gone.

“Around,” I gestured to the whole area. It wasn’t a lie. He was around, I just wasn’t sure where ‘around’ was. Her eyes flickered to the room behind me, to the people I had invited who were too busy drinking and talking to notice us at the door before moving back up to my face. They were a beautiful mix of cocoa and caramel, like a decadent dessert that I’d never get enough of.

“We made plans to meet up today to study, but it’s evident that none of that is taking place here.” She tried to hide the anger in her voice and even portrayed herself as cool, calm, and collected. It didn’t work, though, I knew better. In fact, I had grown to know her better in the last few months since Chance started tutoring her.

“Well, those plans have been shot to hell. Don’t cha’ think? I mean, I kind of figured that you wouldn’t even show.” I paused, wondering if that was a dick thing to have said, then again I was always a dick, so this wasn’t anything new.

She rolled her eyes, and by God did my cock grow ever harder. She had an angry streak that I wanted to control. Her emotions were clearly written on her face, and I wanted to reign them in. Take every part of her and taste her, lap her up until she was nothing but mine.

“Clearly, I’m failing to see what your brother tutoring me has anything to do with you.” Her tone was defiant, and that was the one thing that pulled me from my thoughts. I leaned into her body, her smell overwhelming me. She smelt like vanilla beans, her skin was covered in a dark tan, almost a hazelnut color, and her hair was dark as night. God, I wanted to wrap my fist around her locks and pull on them as I drov–

“I’m just going to find him.” She shoved past me, interrupting my thoughts as her shoulder slammed into mine. It was with that friction that I felt electricity flow between the two of us. A mutual understanding, which made me wonder if fucking her would get her out of my system at all. Could you even fuck someone from your conscious? I didn’t know, but I wanted to try.

“Wait!” I yelled, causing her to come to a halt mid-step. Her body language turned stiff as I circled around her like a shark stalking its prey, only stopping once I came face to face with her.

“Who do you think you are? You didn’t even ask to come in,” I spoke, my voice deep. It was my turn to be angry and defiant. After all, she had shoved right past me in my own home, showing anyone who was paying attention to us that she clearly thought lower than the dirt beneath her shoes of me.

She stared at me like a doe caught in the headlights as she let what I said sink in, and once it did she went from innocent to red hot in one second flat.

“You don’t talk to me like that.” Without hesitation, she poked me directly in the chest, her fingertip making a connection with my skin. I could practically feel the heat from her flesh imprinting on my soul. Anger shot through me and in no time I had my hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her hand away from me.

“Did I touch you? Have I violated your space?” I tilted my head at her, my mind growing dark at the things I wanted to do to her. She took a step back, a sliver of fear filling her eyes as she did.

“No, but you have pissed me off in the most epic way, so do me a favor…” She leaned into my face, her eyes drifting down to my lips as if she was thinking the same thing I was, before coming back up to my eyes. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

She pulled herself from my hold and walked away, this time making certain she didn’t touch me. My teeth began to grind against each other, the grip on my cup hard as I could hear the cracking of the plastic. Liquid poured out the side, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t take my eyes off her swaying body as she made her way through my house, disappearing into the crowd.

Instead of chasing after her like she expected me to, I stood there. Anger washing over me in waves. Gia King had another motherfucking thing coming if she thought she could own me. Chase was never owned, it was always him doing the owning.

I slammed the remaining liquid in my cup back, allowing the burn of the whiskey to cover my deep rooted emotions for her. Then I made my way back into the kitchen to get a new cup and fill up.

I needed to remove this chick from my life, and most importantly from my mind.  That’s what I kept telling myself, but in all honesty she had weaved her way in so deep I was afraid she would never come out.

Three hours and one entire bottle of whiskey later, I found myself in an intense game of Beer Pong, my attention focused on winning, even though I wasn’t. I hadn’t had one thought about Gia, or whatever the fuck it was that she was doing, well up until now. I knew her and Chance had been studying upstairs, I also knew the moment they were done because they both came down, and I could hear Chance telling her to stay for a while as he made her a drink in the kitchen. Other than that, I didn’t know what she had been doing, nor did I care, or at least that’s the story I was sticking to. Then she walked back in and my mind grew hazy.

“You going to throw the ball, C?” Chance asked as he walked in behind her, an arrogant smile showing on his face. I shot him a grin as he maneuvered himself past the group of people that had formed in the kitchen and leaned against the table, watching my next move.

Throwing the small yellow ball into one of the cups on the far side of the table, I could do nothing but smile at the fact that I had made it. Was Gia my lucky charm?

“Of-fucking-course,” my words were slurred just slightly as I answered my silent question. My blood craved her, my mind wanted to explore her, and my cock had never wanted to sink into someone as much as it did right this second. I walked away from the table without even thinking, my feet carrying me straight to her.

“What the fuck, Chase?” I could hear my partner, Trenton bitching, but I ignored his complaint.

“You’re still here, I see,” I whispered into her hair, coming up right behind her. I was barely able to keep my body off of hers, but I did knowing that if I touched her I could make her uncomfortable, and for some reason that didn’t sit right with me.

“You’re still a jackass, I see.” Her breath came in fast as she turned around realizing just how close we really were. Two inches was separating our lips from touching. A zing coursed through me as I could feel the energy between us sizzle like the sun beating against the ground on a hot day.

“Am I?” I asked proudly.

“Get away from me.” She shoved against my shoulder as if she wanted me to move. Instead of doing as she asked I remained in my place. Seeing the look in her eyes as she stared at me with desires that only I could understand.

“Is that what you really want? Me to walk away, to turn a blind eye to the fact that you want me to fuck you right here and right now? You’ve been driving me crazy for months, that sweet ass temper of yours setting fire to my veins.” Had I just admitted that, even worse had I admitted it out loud?

She stared at me openly, as if she wasn’t sure what to say. Her eyes gave way to the real emotions that she was feeling. Didn’t she realize the power that she held over me? When it came to her, there was no limit.

“It is,” she finally said and fury engulfed me.

“Don’t lie to me. Lie to them.” I pointed out to the crowd. “Lie to my brother. Lie to your friends. Lie to whoever the fuck you want, but never lie to me.” I pushed my chest into hers. I was vibrating with anger. How could she lie when her feelings had been there for months? They damn near mirrored my own, and there was no way in hell I was going to let her get away with walking away from me this time.

“What I feel for you is nothing but lust, nothing but a desire for our bodies to become one.” She paused, a heavy sigh falling from her plump lips. “Yet, I know that crossing over into that threshold could be the very end of us. See we’re already on the verge of burning everything down, if we did, if we became one, even if it was for just one night− it could have the power to destroy everything. Us. Your brother. So let me ask you…” She leaned in closing the distance between our lips, her next words causing her bottom lip to brush against mine.

“Is that what you want?” This time she was questioning me, and I knew my answer, even if it was the one that I shouldn’t be saying.

“Yes, it is because it’s the honest truth. It’s the one thing that I should say no to, but that I can’t, so yes... my answer is yes, and it always will be.” I wasn’t going to give her a chance to say anything because I knew if she did I wouldn’t do what I was about to do. Slanting my face down towards her, her scent once again overwhelmed me as I leaned into her. My lips fell against hers softly at first and then deeper, until I felt nothing but the sweet, smooth, fullness of her mouth pressed against my own. Her lips moved back against mine as her walls began to crumble, and I could feel the heat underneath my skin wanting to unravel her, to strip her bare and claim her as mine. Even if it was only for one night, I wanted to devour her in the darkest ways possible.

Her hands small, but firm found their way onto my shoulders and then wove together wrapping around my neck. The cup in my hand dropped to the floor as I gripped her underneath her ass and placed her on the counter.

“You’re mine, even if it’s just for tonight.” The growl of words could barely be heard as I descended on her again. Her taste filled me, reminding me of cherries and lemons as we mingled together, our lips saying the words we never could. I knew there was no going back. She would be mine. Her pussy would clench around my cock, and my dreams of one night with Gia King would forever be met.

“Come upstairs with me?” I had to ask, pulling away to make sure this is what she wanted. I couldn’t take her kiss for an okay, even if I wanted her more than I had wanted anything else. I had told myself that if I ever got a chance to touch her, that I would make it worth my while. I would treat her differently, better than the other girls, simply because she was.

I stared deeply into her eyes, watching as lust filled them and a range of emotions filtered through. She bit her lip hard, nodding her head yes.

I knew we both had been drinking, that we both had been angry with each other earlier, but none of that mattered. All that mattered now was that I was about to fulfill her desires and show her just who Chase was.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her from the counter I guided us towards the stairs.

She was mine.