Page 47 of Capturing Ava
“Oh, please stop.” I look up and see Miles standing there with Gage and Damon. “It’s like watching your mother and father getting it on.” He makes a sick face. Holding a cushion in my arms, I launch it towards him. He swings out of the way and Damon catches it in his hands. “Missed me.” Miles responds.
“All sorted?” Chase asks and Damon nods. “Perfect, movie night?”
“Why not?” Damon smirks.
Miles skips towards us. “What do you think you are doing?” Chase demands. Miles points towards the spare seat. “Oh no, I claimed this one.” He smirks.
“He could have fit on,” I whisper to Chase.
“He could, but he’s not.” Lying on the settee, he pulls my body next to his and wraps our bodies in a cover until it encompassed us in the shawl’s warmth that wraps around our bodies. “There,” He smiles, “cosy.”
They turned the lights down low and everyone settles in their seat and the opening credits of the movie start. Looking at the screen, I watch as the movie starts. A shiver slides up my body as I feel his fingertips hit my thighs. “What are you doing?” I grit out. His fingers dig into my inner thighs and I let out a yelp.
“Are you okay?” Damon asks with concern.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I think the movie scared me.” I can feel the heat in my face.
“Women.” He rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the screen.
“Scared.” I hear Chase chuckle in my ear. “Oh, baby, you are a terrible liar.” I feel his grip on my thigh tightens. “Now, be a good girl and spread your legs for me.” He whispers. I shake my head. “Don’t make me spread them for you.” He threatens.
“Please, don’t make me do it.” I mutter.
“Oh, I’m not making you do anything. If you don’t, I will.” He whispers. “Either way, those gorgeous legs of yours are getting spread—right now.”
I move my legs open, spreading them wider so my legs are resting on top of his. I look around the room, unsure if anyone has noticed what I’ve just done, but they still glue their eyes to the screen, unaware of what’s happening under this blanket. I feel his fingers glide up my inner thighs. “Be silent, baby.” He whispers in my ear. My eyes widen as I feel his fingers dance further up my thighs. Slapping my hand over his to stop him from going any further, I hear his low growl in my ear. “Move your fucking hand or I will make you scream and I don’t fucking care who hears.” I move my hand away from his. “Good Girl,” he whispers, causing desire to pulse through my body. “Close your eyes. They will think you’ve fallen asleep,” I do as he asks and let my eyes flutter closed.
That was a mistake, a huge fucking mistake. Once my eyes are shut, it is like every slight touch he causes across my body is heightened and every slight movement causes my body to shake with desire. The way his fingers dance across my thighs has my breath quickening and my heart racing. “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t make you cum—yet.” He whispers in my ear. His words don’t comfort me, they have the opposite effect. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and he hadn’t even started his tease yet. I wasn’t sure if I could stay quiet through his torture-fest.
The excitement slivers up my spine faster than his hands glide up my thighs. Knowing that the others were in the room, unaware, was both horrifying and exciting. I wasn’t sure which feeling outweighed the other until I feel his fingers glide up my pussy—shit, I pant. The way he slides his fingertips across my pussy has me biting my lip from trying to cry out. “I—I can’t,” I whisper. “Chase, I can’t stay quiet,” I beg.
He dips his fingers into my pussy and still teases me. He barely entered me and my whole body was ready to burst wide open and shoot sparks of electricity through my core. How was this driving me more insane than if he was deep inside of me? I want to open my eyes but I daren’t for fear that the moans would fly out of my mouth, alerting everyone in the room to what was happening beneath these covers.
I’m not sure how long his fingers have been teasing me, but it must have been a long time because by the time I open my eyes, I’m soaking wet and we are laid there alone. They have turned the television off and we lay in a blanket of darkness. The strange thing is that even though I’m aware I’m in the dark, I’m no longer afraid. Panic doesn’t hit my body like it would. My breathing isn’t fast and my heart isn’t racing like it’s about to win a race. All I feel is a sense of calm surrounding me and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the man I’m pressed up against who sleeps with his muscular arms enveloping my body.
This feeling is alien to me, living with anxiety for so long I had forgotten what peace felt like. Where was the impending danger that my body assumed it was in, even when it wasn’t? Where was the mass of thoughts that would crawl around my head, making my anxiety move higher up my body until I felt like I was underwater, trying to catch my breath? It was nowhere to be seen. Had I felt the anxiousness for that long that I missed it? Surely not. Calm just sweeps across my body and instead of feeling fearful of an invisible evil, I feel something I have never felt. I feel safe.
I had never felt safe, and the feeling was unusual. I’m sure I was broken. You shouldn’t feel like it was a trick to feel safe. Your body’s natural urge shouldn’t be to run because the man who had been hunting you had given you a safe space. Created a haven within your world that you wanted to run from.
I stir at the side of him and he pulls me tighter against his body. Even in his sleep-induced state, he pulls me closer and I snuggle into his body, allowing him to envelop me in his warm embrace. His lips hit the top of my head. “Sleep,” he mutters in his sleepy voice, and I can’t help the smile that forms on my lips.
When Chase had spoken about what home meant to him, I had thought he was talking nonsense. How could a person feel at home? But lying in his arms, covered in his embrace, I understood how a person could feel like home because that’s what Chase felt like right now, and that thought alone terrified me.
I allow my eyes to close with the thought of how a person could feel at home. This couldn’t last. We would part ways at some point. Girls like me didn’t get this kind of comfort or safety, but for now, this was something like home.
He was something like home.
He was something like home.
21
GRATITUDE
AVA
One more day to go. We were leaving in one day; I didn’t know where we were going or why we were going. All I knew was we were all taking a trip. Chase hadn’t said how long we would be gone for. The only thing he had said was, ‘We were going on an adventure.’
Breakfast was like every other day, chatter and laughter around the table, which always ended in a food fight. Eggs would fly across the table and you had to duck to avoid the childish banter that would ensue. It was a great way to start the day full of laughter and joy.
