Текст книги "Worth the Chase"

Автор книги: J. L. Beck

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Light filtered in through the blinds as I opened my eyes. Black spots danced across my line of sight before I snapped my eyes closed again and snuggled into the sheets. The smell of sex and masculinity invaded my senses, warmth radiating into me from the body pressed against mine. Opening my eyes once again, I immediately knew I was not home. This wasn’t my room, let alone my bed. My sheets were nowhere near this soft, I thought as the material rubbed against my skin.

Glancing around the room, memories of the night before surfaced the longer my eyes roamed Chase’s personal space. When my eyes landed on our discarded clothes, my head started spinning, throwing me back into our night of passion together faster than a person getting whiplash.

“This means nothing,” I purred into his ear as he removed my clothing. His hands were gliding over my body in a way that said he was on a mission.

Chase’s lips never leaving my own, even as I pushed him away to remove his clothing.

“Nothing. Not a damn thing,” he growled, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip so hard I could taste blood. I moaned out loud, unable to hide the pleasure he had caused inside of me.

I wanted more, I craved more.

Without notice, I felt the bed behind my knees and then I was falling, landing softly against it. I watched as Chase removed his jeans, throwing his baseball cap to the floor. My eyes moved down from his face, over his chest, down his abs and to his cock, which was at full attention. It called to me, its length almost freighting.

He must’ve saw the look in my eyes because he stopped and stared at me for a moment as if he was taking a mental picture of me so that he could have it for later and I allowed myself to do the same.

“You’re so fucking beautiful… A gem.” He seemed to mumble over his words. I smiled softly, even if I hated when he spoke a majority of the time, still hearing him say something nice caused butterflies to form in my stomach.            

My body withered across from him as I waited for him to make the next move, and he did. Crossing the small amount of space between us, he came at me like a tiger would while hunting game. His body sleek and full of strength as he pounced on me, his lips seeking out my own.  

Electricity flowed between us and I could feel the pull, pulling us into one another. We were magnets and as soon as our bodies collided, I could feel myself melting, becoming a pool of nothing.

His cock pressed against my entrance, fully ready to take me. I pulled away, whimpering with need.

Chase wasn’t my everything, in fact, I despised him. But as emotions swarmed me and pleasure coursed through me, I knew that if I let him, he could be.

“Place your hands above your head and whatever you do…” He pursed his lips, “don’t move them.” I squirmed at his command, keeping my hands above my head, the lingering thought of what would happen if I moved them running through me.

Chase’s tongue licked a path down my chest, over my stomach as he dipped his tongue into my belly button, stopping right above my pubic bone. His hot breath and wet mouth were all that I could feel, or think about.

“Ahhhh…” The moan slipped freely from deep within me as he inserted a digit inside of me. I pushed up off the bed, my lower half begging for so much more than he was giving me.

“Mmm, she’s greedy now isn’t she?” he questioned me, his voice husky and sexy. I wanted him, no, I needed him. I was past wanting.

“I need more,” I moaned, tossing my head back and forth, not even paying attention to the fact that he had placed his face between my legs and was licking at my clit like an ice cream cone.

“Fuck…” I stifled the rest of whatever I was going to say with a bite to my lip. I didn’t want him thinking he was too good.

A smirk formed on his face, and I knew that I was in for so much more.

Chase slipped his tongue inside of me and my toes curled. I had never felt so much tension, so much pleasure in one pass of someone’s body against my own.

“When you move tomorrow…” he growled, which caused vibrations to course through my pussy. “I want you to remember me. To remember this, because…” his words lingered in the air, and I wondered not only what it was that he would say next, but what it was that he would do next. “The next time a man touches you, it’ll be nothing like this.” He removed himself from the center of my legs and I groaned out in frustration.

I had never wanted a man more than I wanted the man before me right this second. I craved him.

Chase reached over to the jar he had on his nightstand that was filled with condoms and plucked one out. My mind should’ve been lingering on the fact that he had a jar of condoms on display, but I didn’t care because I was ready for him.

One night. One time.

He rolled the condom onto his cock with precision, then he winked at me and placed himself at my entrance.

“Are you ready for me, Gianna?” My name falling from his lips caused butterflies to fill my belly. I pushed them away, knowing that if I allowed that feeling to stick I would make more out of this one time deal than it was. Instead, I nodded my head yes. With one swift movement he was inside of me, filling me to the brim with everything that was Chase Winchester.

“You’re everything I knew you would be,” he whispered as he drove in and out of me, my insides curling with every slide.

Unable to speak a word, I moaned out in pleasure. Every thrust inside of me was one that held all the aggression and anger we had towards one another. He gripped me by the back of the head, forcing our foreheads together as he drove into me with more intensity than before. His teeth were bared, and his grip on my hip was hard. Words didn’t need to be said. Our bodies made up for what we never could say, and as my core clenched around him, I knew I would never experience something like this ever again.

I watched him above me as he pushed himself off that nonexistent cliff, his cock swelling deep inside of me. The pulsing that coursed through me, and the fact that I had shared a moment with Chase that I knew I would never get back, radiated throughout me.

“Fuck!” I gasped, as the memories had all but resurfaced. I didn’t feel regret remembering what had taken place. No, I was more concerned with the fact that I now had to do the walk of shame, and that everyone would know that I had slept with Chase, becoming yet another slash on his headboard.

“We can,” his voice met my ears. “I mean again, that is if you’re up for it.” I rolled over, just for a moment, telling myself I didn’t really want to see him in all his I was just fucked glory. I snarled at him as I jumped from the bed to find my clothing.

He was much easier to deal with when alcohol was in my system, that and the fact that I had finally slept with him would hopefully remove my slight obsession with him from my mind.

“You were a good lay and all, but I think it’s time to explore other options.” I flung the words at him, praying that they would hit him in the chest and knock him over. His facial expression fell, as he went from smiling and cocky to angry and displeased. But I knew better. Chase wasn’t the type to stay longer than it took to remove the condom, so how I had managed to stay overnight− I did not know.

Chase moved to the edge of the bed, resting against his forearms. His eyes said he was fuming angry, but the smile that was forming on his face said otherwise.

“I feel the same, Gia. In fact, I believe that you were one of the best lays of the year. However, more will come and I do mean literally.” I narrowed my eyes. I wasn’t sure why his words caused anger to form within me. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t aware of the things he did. Maybe I had wanted to forget for a second, maybe I wanted to think that he had a soul underneath all the bullshit I had heard about him.

Without another word said, I slipped my clothes on and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I told myself that if I had a chance with him I would never walk away like one of the millions of other girls did on this campus.

Yet here I was.

Tears formed behind my eyes as I headed out of the house.

Chase had a heart, I had felt it last night, and the sad part was I would never feel it again.

I couldn’t tell you how long I laid on my bed after she left. All I knew was that I dreaded the words I had said the second I

“Fucking. Stupid. Fucking…” I was fuming, raging, my fists clenched at my side. Last night had been amazing, exhilarating, but I should’ve known that one time with her would never be enough. When I slid into her, I felt at home. I felt whole, something that I never felt with any others. It was times like this that I hated the reputation that I had created for myself.

“You fucked her… didn’t you?” Chance was lingering at my bedroom door, his words held anger and disappointment as if he expected more from me. I shook my head as I looked into his eyes. I so didn’t want to fucking talk about Gia with him.

I stayed silent and I knew in doing so it did me no good. Saying I did made it apparent and being silent did too, so I just said nothing knowing he knew anyway. Twin intuition and all.

“I tell you to stay away, I tell you not to cross the fucking line because she’s not even in the same league as the other girls you fuck with, and you take that line and obliterate it.” I rolled my eyes at his words, he had a knack for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. Preferably my business.

“You saw me with her last night, don’t pretend to be the good brother here. You know what I was doing with her, and it’s not like she didn’t want it too,” I said between clenched teeth.

Chance entered my room completely and came to settle on one of the chairs in the far corner of my bedroom.

“She’s better than you. Better than whatever the fuck it is that you think you can offer her. You know that, and you know that I don’t have to explain that shit to you. You’re a playboy who loves to party. She’s a good girl trying to graduate at the top of our senior class. I didn’t think you were stupid enough to put yourself in that situation.” Everything he was saying was hitting me directly in the chest, like he was tackling me to the ground in an effort to knock some fucking sense into me.

I was mad, but was I really mad at him or myself? I had screwed up, I had crossed the line that I said I wouldn’t.

“Chance, I know I fucked up…” I sighed, my head in my hands. “She’s just…” What was she to me, could I even explain to him how she made me feel?

“She’s what? I’m sure whatever she thought about you before, she now feels was absolutely right. I saw her face as she walked out of the house. She wasn’t fucking pleased in the least bit.”

Great! Fucking great! I wanted to scream, to punch something, to expel the anger building inside of me, but I knew I deserved it. I had earned this hate.

“To me she’s different, she’s better than the others. I might not ever admit it to her, or anyone besides you, but she’s better than them. I feel something with her that I have never felt,” I huffed out.

Chance remained silent for some time before finally speaking, and when he did, I was in a knot over what to fucking do.

“My advice is that you leave her alone. Let the pieces land where they will. You got what you wanted, move the fuck on. I need to be able to do my job and help her get to the top by tutoring her.” I lifted my head from my hands. He wanted me to leave her alone? After the night we had just shared? I wasn’t sure that I could do that.

“I don’t know…” Chance’s hand landed upon my shoulder squeezing it tightly.

“I don’t care if you don’t know if you can do it or not. Just do it anyway. She deserves better and more, and I won’t tell you that again.” His eyes narrowed, and I knew he was being honest. He wouldn’t tell me again. If I crossed the line again, he would make it known.

The anger within me stilled as I listened to him leave the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

I wanted to be angry at him, to lash out and say ‘you can’t tell me what to do’, but I knew that this was all on me and that he was watching out for Gia. He knew the damage that I could cause, hell the damage I had already caused. No one knew me better than my brother, and he knew Gia had a better chance at surviving all of this if we just let last night be a distant memory.

One night. That’s all it was. That’s all that it would ever be. I needed to push the memories to the back of my mind, to move on from whatever feelings I thought I had towards her. I never went for the same woman twice. She wouldn’t be any different.

She’s just like them. She’s not better than them. She just wanted to use you, just like they did.

I talked her down inside of my head, knowing that if I didn’t my obsession to lay claim to her would never stop.

I spent the rest of the afternoon in my bedroom, lying in my covers that smelt just like her. It was disturbing for even me, but it would be the last time I would ever smell her upon my sheets.

My mind lingered to the events from the night before even though I repeatedly told myself that I needed to forget them. I just couldn’t, they were embedded in my thoughts.

I could see her chest moving up and down, shallow breaths filtering in and out. She was beautiful, magnificent in the simplest of ways. Her face was scrunched up, wrinkles formed on her brow. I had to stop myself from reaching out to rub them away. She shouldn’t be worried, not while dreaming, not while in my bed.

“You don’t know how beautiful you truly are,” I whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear myself speak.

She stirred lightly, rolling over to face me. My heart was beating out of my chest as I stared at her, waiting for the moment that her eyes would open and she would know I had been watching her sleep.

This was different for me. Everything about Gia was different for me. I never let them stay after sex, and I most definitely never lingered around long enough to watch them fall asleep. Yet here I was, forcing myself not to reach out and touch the contours of her face.

The moonlight poured in through the window above us silhouetting her body against the bed. Looking at her I knew she was everything I needed in life, but the very last thing at the same time.

A complete and utter contradiction.

Gia caused a fire to stir in my chest, but with the same token made me want to burn her with that very fire. The feelings she caused in me I had never felt before, and that made her dangerous. No, it made her more than dangerous.

It made her loveable.

It made me capable of love.

If those two things happened, there would be no coming back from it.

Something drew me back to the present, call it my conscious or just the fact that I shouldn’t have been thinking about her. My eyes drifted over to the spot where she had laid just an hour ago, and I knew it was time to let what I had experienced go.

Getting off the bed, I stripped it bare before reaching into my closet and pulling out a fresh set of sheets. I picked up the remnants of our night shared and headed toward the trash. These sheets couldn’t just be washed. Yea her scent would be gone, but every time I looked at them I would remember what happened and that just couldn’t happen.

Gia wasn’t allowed under my skin anymore.

Chase Winchester was back.

 

The days between Taylor coming and my time studying with Chance seemed to dwindle down. Two weeks had passed since my night of intense passion with Chase. I wanted to say that not every waking minute revolved around him because it didn’t, but I almost always thought about him. It didn’t help that everyone on campus seemed to chant his name.

I had three days before Taylor got here, and we had less than two weeks to get moved into our new place before the fall semester begun. During all of this I needed to stay prepared for my Advanced Biology test I had been studying for all summer, so letting my mind drift to Chase wasn’t something I should allow, but rather something I couldn’t help.

I wanted to be a Bio-Chemist and there was no time for fucking up. When I finished my junior year, I had decided to stay ahead of my other classmates by doing something they weren’t even thinking of. While everyone else went home for the summer, I found a tutor and stayed at school, going over my textbook and study guides all summer. This was my last year of college, everything was crucial if I wanted to succeed and be at the top of my class. I needed to not only be at the top but to stay on the top all year long if I wanted to have numerous internship offers after graduation while continuing my studies to receive a Ph. D in biochemistry.

I glanced up at Chance from across the table in the library. I didn’t want to see Chase every time I looked at him, but what could I do? I’m sure he didn’t want to be a spitting image of his brother. But hell, what could he do?

My eyes glided over his hair, which was cut in the same style, his muscular build and tone in voice were very much the same. It was like looking at Chase, without him being Chase. It was wrong, yet so right.

“Is there something on my shirt?” Chance smirked at me then gazed back down at his book. I shielded myself from him, knowing I had been caught staring. If Chance knew about the night I had shared with his brother he never mentioned it. In fact, he never brought anything up about that party. Either he didn’t know or he just didn’t care.

“You know you don’t have to be shy if you want to stare ate.” Chance was getting all flirty with his tone. I used to think maybe he had a crush on me but realized rather quickly that he was this way with all the girls.

“I wasn’t staring at you.” I paused trying to find a comeback. “When did you become so self-absorbed?” I asked tilting my head at him, happy that I had found something to make him stop and think. The smile fell from his face as he seemed a bit flabbergasted at my words.

“Wow,” Chance murmured.

“What? I wasn’t staring at you. I thought for sure you had been hanging around your brother far longer than needed,” I added, hoping that would lessen the blow of what I had said. I didn’t mean to be a bitch or to say hurtful things to him. Sometimes my mind was locked in bitch mode. You know the one where all you want to do is protect yourself against others?

He shoved back from his chair, his seat scraping across the marble flooring of the library study room.

“I was fucking with you, Gia. If you ask me, it’s you who seems to still have a hard on for my brother.” There he was calling my fucking bluff. Did I like Chase? No, not really. At least I didn’t want to like him. In all honesty, I didn’t know what I wanted with him. He was unpredictable, crazy, and if you add in how I was raised he was everything I shouldn’t want.

Unsure of what I should say I narrowed my eyes, which only lasted a fraction of a second because not even a minute later a hand landed on my shoulder and I turned around with my foot ready to crack someone in the balls.

When my eyes landed on Taylor’s small frame and her fiery red hair, I burst with excitement. She looked so young but so mature, so much like her mother but with her dad’s demeanor.

“Where you going to kick me, in the vag?” she questioned with an eyebrow raised. I laughed loudly, wrapping her in a hug.

“For sure!! I wasn’t expecting you for another three days. How did you even find this place?”

“Well, I went by your room. I remembered where it was from when I visited last year. Your RA was monitoring the halls, and I asked her where this building was after texting you and asking what you were doing.” She gave me a small hug back, and as I pulled away I realized she was staring at Chance with curious eyes.

“Oh, I forgot you were still here. Chance this is my best friend, Taylor. Taylor, Chance, my tutor. The one I was matched with at student services.” I introduced them, but neither one of them reached a hand out in greeting. They simply stared at one another, their eyes saying just how attractive they found the other.

Moments passed and neither one of them spoke a word as I stood between them in all my awkwardness, before realizing someone had to say something.

“Hello…” I snapped my fingers at both of them, pulling them out of their crazy love drunken stares. Chance blinked quickly and then cleared his throat, being the first to break free out of the trance.

“Uhh...” he stumbled over his words, and I almost broke out in laughter. I had never seen him so bound up over a girl before. Who knew little innocent Taylor would be the first to do so.

“It was nice meeting you, Taylor. Gia, I’ll text you the time and place for our next meet up.” Chance rushed out as he closed his book, pulling his backpack on in record time. And then he was gone. I stood there questioning what kind of spell Taylor had put him under and how in the hell could I learn how to do it.

“That was weird, did you see the way he...” I started to say but was halted as I turned back to look at Taylor. She was still watching him as he walked out of the room. What the hell is going on here?

“Taylor, are you okay?” I asked.

She shook her head slightly, pushing the fog away I’m sure. “I’m fine. I just have never… what’s he like?” The way she spoke told me she was under the Winchester spell too. The same one Chase seemed to have wrapped me in. Except when Taylor looked at Chance it was with longing, when I looked at Chase it was a cross between wanting to fuck his brains out or punch him in the throat.

Her cheeks warmed over as she realized I was still staring at her, watching her movements wondering what kind of crazy it was that she was thinking about.

“Stop staring at me,” her voice met my ears, pulling me from my thoughts.

“I’m not staring. I mean I can’t believe you’re here, but I also can’t believe you were looking at him the way you were.” My voice was full of shock.

“How can you focus with him tutoring you? I mean… I just…” I laughed out loud not really sure how to explain it to her.

“Chance is different, more... I don’t even know how to word it properly. His brother, now that’s a whole different can of worms.” I answered her while getting the rest of my stuff together. I hadn’t meant to leave things the way I had with Chance because in all honesty I considered him a friend, but if he thought he knew me he was wrong. I wasn’t hung up on Chase. I couldn’t be.

“Well, my day just got twice as good. If there are two of those walking around, I don’t think there will be a chance of me maintaining that 4.0 I promised my mom.” I wanted to laugh at all the naivety that was Taylor. She had no clue the trouble that I could get her into. No idea the kind of things that took place in college. She was new, young, and what the guys around campus would consider fresh meat. Bottom line, Chance wouldn’t be the only guy on campus with his eyes on her.

Not wanting to talk about Chase or Chance a moment longer, I shifted the subject to our housing situation. Taylor had gone ahead and rented out the place she was scoping out on the high end of town. The entire downstairs basement was ours to do with as we pleased while the kitchen and living room would be the shared common areas. Since I was already used to sharing any and all space I had with a roommate I didn’t find it to be strange at all.

“About this place we’re renting...” I said to her as I guided us out of the library and down the steps.

“It’s beautiful! I already saw photos of it. My dad made sure everything turned out good with the property.” What she meant by that was that her dad and my dad had teamed up and ran checks on the owners.

“Great! Now I’m trusting you, Tay. I haven’t seen this place. I just don’t want to be stuck living with people who don’t pay their bills, or buy food for themselves.” My voice was uncertain. Did I really want to move out of student housing to end up in a place with shitty roommates? If I wanted me and Taylor to live together, I really had no other choice.

“It’ll be fine, Gia. I think you’re way too worried. In fact, I think you’re so worried that you should go get us some wine and we should totally have a girls night of catching up?” She winked at me, giving me her pouty eyes. The ones that I’m sure no one, not even I was immune to.

“Fine.” I sighed. “But I get to pick the wine. The last time I let you pick it tasted like I was drinking dry ass water.”

“My wine tastes are very appealing, you just fail to know what good wine is,” she shot back, and I laughed as we bumped shoulders. God, how I had missed her, missed this very interaction.

We walked down the steps to my car in complete silence, just enjoying being together again when I stopped for a moment, catching a glimpse of something across the courtyard. I lingered there for a moment drinking him in, my eyes knew that body− the silhouette, the manner in which he stood.

“Gia?” Taylor called my name breaking me out of my inner thoughts, and I knew we needed to go. At least before he noticed us or Taylor started asking questions about who I was staring at.

“Yeah sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew,” I lied, almost too easily. I didn’t want to explain my one night stand to her, or the fact that I kind of liked Chase but failed at admitting it. Keeping this secret to myself until I figured out exactly how I felt about everything that had transpired between us was the best thing to do.