Page 66 of Wicked Deceit
“They won’t,” she says with confidence. “I check every week, Chase. They’re just holding him through this investigation, but it’s not going anywhere. They have nothing on him.” I swallow when she says that and lean down to press my lips to hers.
“Thank you, Sunshine,” I murmur through the kisses and then settle back.
I’m not sure I pay attention to the movie as much as she does, but it’s nice to have the noise distracting from the upcoming phone call with my dad. He doesn’t get to do it very often since he’s in custody. Here and there, I get a few letters and the occasional call. But it seems today will be a good day to hear from him.
Twirling Kaycee’s hair between my fingers, I massage her scalp, soaking up her content moans. Her body relaxes under my touch, giving me damn butterflies. Butterflies! Who knew a girl could do this shit to me? Butterflies? Not knowing what to say? She turns me into a bumbling idiot. But a good idiot. At least, I think I’m a good idiot. She never seems to complain. The only one who seems to complain is Grumpy, but he’s, well—grumpy all the time.
Since the stupid charity event, we’ve been hiding out and keeping our heads down. Heads down, get it? My head has been fucking down. Down in the depths of my beautiful girlfriend’s thighs. Just me—and her—and moans, tongues, and fuck, where was I going with this again?
Shit.
Right.
We’ve kept ourselves busy with the holiday break, trying to keep Kaycee safe and out of the Apocalypse's grasp. The way they watched her at the charity event was pure psycho-status, making my stomach tighten with anxiety. From what we’ve found, it doesn't surprise me that they’re all creepy assholes. Creepy-as-shit bastards are trying to get their hands on my gal for who-knows-what. That’ll never happen, bro. Never. She’s mine to protect and keep, and I’ll fucking watch her like a hawk until school starts again. But Carter is correct. Something feels weird—off. Maybe after my dad calls, I’ll take her away from here to a hotel or something. I don’t have a house to go to, and I can’t take her home where her big scary dad is.
“I love you, Sunshine," my voice pierces through the silence again, movie be damned. “Maybe after the movie, we could go for a drive?” Yeah, a drive far away from here, and maybe out of town. Thank God I still have Seger’s credit card saved on my phone. He’ll never know until he gets the bill.
She rolls over, looking up at me with those magnificent blue eyes resembling the middle of the ocean. Dark. Deep. Blue. They’re full of everything she’s thinking, even when trying to keep a blank slate. The most beautiful smile graces her face, lighting up the entire room, and my heart picks up speed. Every time she smiles, my heart flutters with an overwhelming sense of love and warmth. Shit, I’m so pussy-whipped it’s ridiculous. But I don’t give a shit anymore. She’s mine, and I’m hers—along with three other dudes.
“I love you too,” she whispers back. “And that sounds nice. Maybe some ice cream?” She grins at that, and my mind goes to very dirty, sticky places. I nod my head in agreement, continuing to run my fingers through her hair.
The moment I saw her, I knew she’d be special. I guess that’s why I tried and failed to catch her attention so many times. It’s strange and arrogant to say, but I’ve never had to work so hard with a girl in my entire damn life. Like seriously, all I had to say was my last name, and they’d fall to their knees. Literally, I’ve gotten so many blowjobs like that.
Name drop. Boom! Blowjob.
I don’t play like that now, though. That was the old Chase. And the guy right here holding his girlfriend, so she feels comfortable? He’s the new and improved me—the guy I actually like. I went through the motions back then, trying to find happiness in mouths and pussy. You know, typical guy shit. It wasn’t that many girls, I guess. Me and the twins have shared a few times—always have. Our greatest mistake was letting Hadley Lacey take a ride on the twin, Chase express. I shiver at the thought. Years ago, she was okay. But now she’s a goddamn nightmare wrapped in pretty clothes. If I could erase our sexual encounter, I would. Too bad she recorded the twins and her in the throes of passion as blackmail. That turned them away, and they dropped her faster than you can saytwin sandwich. Shit. Even thinking about her makes my stomach turn, especially after learning she’s in the Apocalypse cult doing all their dirty work and hurting my girlfriend.
“What are you thinking about?" Her voice drips like sweet honey, staring straight into my soul. She shifts, straddling my lap in one movement.
Her limber fingers roam through my hair. I’d never cut it now—ever. I’ll keep it shaggy until I’m ninety years old to feel her fingers run through it every day. Tingles run down my spine at the touch of a strand of hair, and my mind goes blank with relaxation—this woman, she’s going to put me in an early grave.
“How you’ll be the death of me,” I murmur through gritted teeth when she grinds against me.
She hums when she tugs my hair and forces my neck to snap back. I swallow hard, completely falling to her mercy when her lips suction, and her teeth drag across my flesh. And yup, there’s all the blood running away from my thinking head and heading straight south to my sex-obsessed head, raising like a giant flag. Oh shit, and she notices too when she whimpers, grinding harder against my lap. Don’t come in your damn pants, just hold it together until you can flip her over and fuck her raw.
“Grumpy is right. You’re a temptress, Sunshine.” Shivers roll up and down my spine, sprouting goosebumps everywhere.
“Mmm, how so?” she whispers, trailing her lips across my jawline, slowly moving toward my lips.
Shit. We’re doing this again.
The sweetest scent fills my nose—mangos and vanilla. Mmm, my Sunshine must have used a new body wash or shampoo. I groan, aching to nibble her, eat her, and consume her pleasure on every surface of this house. No chair, couch, counter, bed, or floor will go untouched before those assholes get home.
Hell yes, I can’t wait to have her screaming beneath me. I’ll try that new move I learned from the sex book I stole from the library. There’s a move calledThe Salty Pretzel, calling my damn name. All I need is some rope, a sturdy bedpost, and one willing girlfriend. Shit. My dick jerks in my shorts again. Yeah, we’re doing this shit again. I groan, imagining Kaycee tied up, bare, and ready to take me from behind.
“You smell delicious. I could eat you,” I moan into her lips, wrapping my arms around her body. My hands grasp her perfect petite ass, squeezing and shifting her forward.
“Then why don’t you?” See? Killing me.
Grinding her hips down, she moans the softest little moan. It’s almost comparable to the little noises she makes when she eats. Mmm, cupcakes. I need to get her more of those. Making my Sunshine smile back at me swirls butterflies in my belly. More. Damn. Butterflies.
My hands halt her hips from rolling, and I flip the tables on her with little effort. She yelps as my body presses down on hers. My fingers work up and down her sides. A smile crosses my lips when she breaks out in hysterical laughter, trying to prevent my fingers from digging into her sides.
“Chase!” she squeals, laughing until water pours from her eyes, and finally, I give in, sealing my mouth over the flesh of her neck. She giggles more, breathy moans trickling from her throat.
“Repeat it, Sunshine.” I brush my lips against her flesh, nipping and sucking, marking my ray of sunshine as mine.
My hips move on their own, grinding hers, and I’m hard as a rock again. Little Chase doesn’t care that we just came not even an hour ago. He’s calling the shots now, and he says, we fuck now. Joy lights up her face with laugh lines, and she’s breathless, wheezing and begging for breath when my fingers continue their journey. But I don’t relent. I pounce on her, enjoying how her breaths brush against my skin. Tangling her fingers through my hair, she pulls my lips away from her neck.
