Page 74 of Mr. July

Chase,

We are very sorry for what happened at the beach house. We honestly were just a group of girls trying to have fun. Ryan didn’t do any of the damage or bring any of the ‘toys’. We hope we can make it up to you.

P.S.

You better rock her world tonight!

Rach, Kells, Jenna & Ciara

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. They’re good friends.” She stood awkwardly on the side of the bed. The romantic scene had the opposite effect on the moment. “Hey,” I cupped the side of her face. “Don’t be shy. I’m just glad to be here with you. I’m going to take a shower.” I was hoping some space would help her get comfortable. I entered the bathroom, left the main light off, preferring the coolness of a dimly lit space. I turned on the shower to a lukewarm setting before stripping down. I heard her steps, light and hesitant behind me. My hand tensed on the shower door as I heard the wisp of her dress fall to the floor. Her warm hand gently touched my back. Her lips found my shoulder. This girl kept surprising me.

I opened the door. She followed. I turned. She was unafraid. Not shy, nor should she be. She had the body of a golden goddess. Her tan lines only turned me on more. I reached for her, tangled my hands in her half-wet hair, ground my mouth down on hers. It was a kiss of possession. A taking. Alone at last, I didn’t have to behave or show gentlemanly restraint. This girl was mine and I was about to claim her as such.

“Chase,” she moaned as I soaped her curves.

“Fucking mine,” I breathed, shuddering as my palms ran down her body for the first time. My lips nipped and kissed every square inch. “Are you ready for me?”

She nodded. I wasted no time, shutting the water off, carrying her out, uncaring water dripped from both our bodies. I threw her down on the bed, a deep rumble coming from my chest as I crawled between her spread body. “This is the beginning of forever,” I growled, placing her leg over my hip as I drove home. Nothing felt so good as that moment when I was buried as deep as I could go. My eyes rolled back in my head as my hips pumped in and out.

My hand sought hers, I linked our fingers, our joined hands resting on the pillow by her head. The bed creaked and moaned; the headboard hit the wall. Her hips lifted off the bed. Nerve endings zinged from my toes up my spine and down to the part of me making love to her. It was incredible. She was incredible. My heart tripled in speed, my body trembled as I neared the peak. I already wanted her again and I wasn’t even done from this time yet.

“Chase,” she gasped as I made sure she hit the stars before me.

“I’ve got you baby. Let go.”

True to my word, we didn’t sleep until dawn. I got my revenge on Ms. Ryan Hill. I made her scream my name as her back bowed. Her body was on the precipice when I withdrew the one thing that would help her fall over the edge. The goody bag the girls left for use got some use to. I proved to her I wasn’t some strait-laced hot-shot lawyer. I was a man of law who had the best southern charm, but between the sheets all bets were off. She was beautiful when she came. All wide eyes and dilated pupils. She bit her lip swollen from my kisses, her breath coming out in short gasps. I felt her body coming undone under mine. I lowered my lips to hers as we came together in every way a man and woman should. Then we slept. When we woke up a few hours later we ordered room service, finally popped the champagne. I laughed as we drank it off each other instead of from the crystal-cut glasses.

I’d never felt this way before. Not even for the girl I was in a long-term relationship with two years ago. She was a faded memory. A name I barely recalled. While Ryan Hill was a name I hoped would become Mrs. Chase Carmichael.

Twenty-Eight

I blushed as I entered data into my laptop. My eyes barely scanned the numbers. In my mind, I was naked in Chase’s hot tub. His arms on my hips, while I bobbed up and down his shaft in the moonlight. Much like Hannah had rode the stripper. My hands clutched the wall of the tub, Chase’s mouth was latched to a nipple. It felt so good when he hit so deep. Wade had never put it on me like Chase.

I couldn’t believe I ever settled for the vanilla. To be fair, at the time I thought I was getting strawberry.

After Kell’s wedding weekend, we settled into a nice routine of texting during the workday, followed by a sunset cruise, workout and dinner out or at his place. Somehow, I had a toothbrush and razor in his bathroom. We alternated between his place and mine, bringing Daisy here when I needed to be with the animals.

Hunter and Char still helped. Chase finally told Hunter to get his own place after he almost walked in on us. Hunter grumbled but moved his Princess into a real palace. My mouth gaped when he invited us over. Hunter bought a six thousand square foot, beach front, gated, Spanish-style mansion.

He paid cash.

Char confided Hunter only crashed with Chase because he was lonely. After being raised by a nanny while his parents cruised the world, Hunter had some deep scars that he pretended were healed.

The weeks of July had turned the corner into August. The days filled with hot nights and deep kisses. I was falling hard and fast, not even putting up a hand to stop myself.

I lifted my head as Roscoe bounded in the lab followed by Dr. Winnfield. “Storm’s coming.” She turned on the Marine VHF radio. A tropical storm that was in the Caribbean had become a hurricane. It was rapidly moving northeast as it approached the continental United States. There were three possible storm tracks. Two aimed right at us. “I’ll watch the weather but if this thing gets legs, we’ll move the boat to the Chesapeake Bay out of harms way. The University already spend five million on her. I doubt I’ll get another endowment to replace it. You can sail with us or evacuate.”

“I’ll probably evacuate. I have family inland.”

“And your new boyfriend?”

I blushed.

“He likes dogs. Hard not to fall for a guy built like an NFL quarterback, holding a pudgy Corgi under one arm instead of a football.”

Somehow, I finished the rest of my work. Helped the others move equipment on trucks. Our little lab would never survive a major storm surge and Dr. Winnfield wanted to protect everything she could. Hours later, the news was grim. The storm had become a Cat 4, all forecasters and computer models converged. It was coming this way. A direct hit over the Outer Banks.

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