A Love for all Ages (Crockett County Trilogy Book 1)

by Phillips, Brenda

  Standing up Stephanie asks, “Then why not just asks her out on a date? It seems simple to me. Unless you keep acting like an ass around her then she will tell you to go jump off a bridge.”

  Shifting his eyes to Chase he sees him nod in agreement with Stephanie. Johnny hates to say this in front of Chase but knows he has to convince them he was wasting his time. “I can’t ask Margret Faye out on a date.” Spreading his hand in front of himself he continues as both Chase and Stephanie stare giving him their full attention. “Marty is from a wealthy family, you know the kind, old money. She grew up having the best of everything.” Standing up straight Johnny looks at Chase, “I mean no disrespect to your parents; you know I love them both. But I grew up in foster care. I had what I needed; I worked for what I wanted. I was left at a rest stop off the interstate when I was 2 years old. I don’t remember my parents, wouldn’t know them if I arrested them tomorrow.” Stopping to take a breath, he looks at Chase, he does not see judgment and glancing at Stephanie he sees sympathy.

  Johnny figures he may as well finish, “I am not good enough for Marty. Even if she did agree to go out with me, what would we talk about? She has traveled, I haven’t been any further then Tennessee. She has been to college; I went to technical school then the police academy. She can trace her roots back to the Civil War. I don’t know any information about who my parents were. I know since being an officer of the law, I could check, I just always figured they left me on the side of the road like trash I was better off without them.” Stopping he waits for them to agree he needs to just leave Marty alone.

  Neither speak, they just stare at him. Not sure what they are thinking, he shifts from foot to foot. Taking pity on him, Chase stands up and stretches his shoulders, he starts picking up their dishes as he begins his lecture, “I always liked you, Johnny. I don’t know if it’s the fact we basically grew up together or if it’s your character. But let me tell you, tonight I was disappointed in you. This is a first. You have always treated people respectfully. You have been an upstanding citizen. You are a helpful, generous, caring individual. But tonight you allowed a beautiful, intelligent woman to walk out the door with another man. All because you have a stupid notion you are not good enough for her. So you think Nick is good enough for her? Because if you do, then you need to stop pouting like a baby that has had his favorite toy taken away. Either you decide to try to win Marty heart or you leave her alone. But no matter what you decide you had better treat her respectfully. I will not tolerate anyone not treating a lady like a lady.” Finished with clearing the table he looks at Johnny.

  Never having a family of his own, Johnny has always claimed Chase as his brother and Carrie and Chase Senior as his parents, Johnny had been the brunt of many lectures from their parents, but this is the first from Chase. Feeling he deserved this one, he closes the gap between them, putting his hand out, he waits for Chase to accept his jester. him a quick hug. everything, he then tells Stephanie good night. He walks out the door and gets in his car, as he drives to town he makes the decision to send Marty a single rose tomorrow when a note of apology. Instead of a hand shake, Chase grabs and gives Stepping back Johnny tells Chase thanks for

  As the door closes behind Johnny, Stephanie looks at Chase, “Wow. That was an eventful evening.” She walks over to lean her forehead on his chest. Chase wraps his arms around her, rubbing her back in small circular pattern. “I hope I didn’t make it worse for them. It’s just she was so upset and then Nick showed up, I started thinking, and bam, I acted on it.”

  Continuing rubbing her back he bends down and kisses the top of her head. “Stephanie, let it go, you helped a friend tonight. Sometimes while helping one, you upset another. I think we both need to try to relax and unwind.” Remembering the lab results he decides not to mention it now, it can wait until morning. He will review it, than tell her. He suggests, “Why don’t we go to the living room and watch some television?”

  Moving his hands to her shoulders Chase leans Stephanie back just a little; when she looks up at him he kisses her. As she responds he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth making her moan. That is all the encouragement he needs, Chase sweeps her up in his arms, Stephanie laughs when he breaks their kiss and she realizes he is carrying her to the bedroom.

  Setting her on her feet beside the bed, he places his hands on the sides of her head and kisses her soft lips, she responds with passion. As he slides his tongue between her lips he intensifies their kiss, the sensation has him moaning deep in his throat.

  Stephanie pushes her hands under his shirt; sliding her hands along his chest she feels his muscles tense. She pulls back breaking the kiss as she starts pulling his shirt up, he finishes removing it then throws it down. Chase grabs the hem of her tank top lifting it up and over her head, sliding the straps down her arms. He stands looking at her as his hands move to the zipper for her shorts, patiently she watches as he fingers fumble.

  Laughing Stephanie slaps at his hands then continues where his hands stopped. Seeing her undressing for him, his desire grows. Slowly she removes her shorts, standing before him in just her bra and panties. She watches as he removes his jeans, leaving his boxer shorts on.

  Sitting on the side of the bed, he pulls her closer; she stands between his legs, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. The white lace covering her breast is see-through, allowing him to see her nipples erect with desire. He cups both with his hands, squeezing gently. Her nails dig into his shoulders driving him on, he pushes the bra down under her breasts allowing his eyes to drink in the sight of her naked mounds. Chase bring his hands back to cups them as he guides her closer. He licks first one nipple then the other one; she lets her head fall backwards as he pulls one nipple deep in his mouth, sucking it into a hard bud. When he moves to other breast he repeats the same technique.

  She moans as she feels herself getting wet at the junction between her legs. The sensation of him sucking her nipples is going all the way down her belly to her womanhood. As he moves back and forth between her nipples, he reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, she moves her arms allowing him to slide it off. Her bra lands on the floor by her shorts. Stephanie places her hands back on his shoulders to keep from sliding to the floor in a puddle.

  Chase loves the way she trembles in his hands. Taking a break from her breasts he begins kissing her stomach, Stephanie giggles when he tickles her, lifting his head he smiles up at her. Hooking his fingers under the elastic band to her panties he pulls them down, letting them pool at her feet. She moves her feet kicking them out of her way. With her now completely naked he moves her back to get a better view; his eyes devour her beautiful body.

  With his hands itching to touch her everywhere, Chase continues to gaze at her perky breasts with her nipples still erect, at her flat stomach, he eyes drop lower he smiles looking at the short curls covering the secrets of her desire. Taking Stephanie’s hands in his he pulls her closer, rising to stand he kisses her tenderly on her lips. Shifting slowly Chase turns positioning Stephanie at the edge of the bed, guiding her to sit, he gently presses her backwards until she is lying on the bed.

  Leaning over Chase takes Stephanie’s hands in his holding them above her head. Chase sucks one nipple lightly biting the bud, hearing her moan he proceeds to the other nipple, and rolls it with his tongue. Feeling her hips raise in reaction, he sucks harder taking the taut bud deep inside as he suckles. Releasing her hands, Chase moves to kneel between her legs, spreading them wide he places her feet on the edge of mattress, he takes a few seconds to just look at Stephanie. The curls at her junction have been trimmed short, smiling he licks the center of her womanhood tasting her juices.

  Stephanie moans while she raises her hips from the mattress, her body begging for more. Sliding his hands under her buttocks he lifts her up to meet his mouth, he continues to lick the core of her essence tasting her wetness, Stephanie pushes up on her elbows watching him. Moving to find the spot he desires his teeth begins to nibble her
erotic button. As feelings of fire explode within her she flops back on the bed groaning loudly. Chase removes his hands from under her, using one hand he rubs the area just above where his mouth is busy sucking, and with his other hand, he slips two fingers deep inside her womanhood. Feeling her hot and wet, he sets the rhythm faster, concentrating all his techniques he increases the pace. Her hips are now meeting the thrust of his fingers. Continuing his magic with his hands, he raises his head, “Come on Honey, you need to let go.”

  Feeling as if her whole body is on fire, she moans, “Chase, I want you inside me, I need you inside me.” Her body is wet with sweat, her desire for him growing deep inside her.

  Smiling Chase feels her muscles tighten around his fingers; he can tell she is almost ready. Sliding his fingers out, Chase stands up gazing down at Stephanie waiting for him; he sees her eyes darken with passion. Chase removes his boxer shorts then sits on the side of the bed; he takes the box of condoms from the night stand.

  Stephanie scoots across the bed wondering what Chase is doing, seeing him tearing open a package, she takes it from him, looking down she see him erect and ready. Moving from the bed Stephanie kneels in front of Chase, laying the open package on the night stand, she looks up at him, “My turn.”

  Stephanie wraps her hand around his erection then bending forward slides her mouth down over his shaft. He grabs her head as she works her mouth up and down, hearing his throatily groan she continues stroking his shaft with her mouth and hand. Feeling his erection getting harder, Stephanie uses her tongue sliding it up and down the length.

  Chase’s hands tighten into fist as he endures the sweet torture she gives him. Not sure how much longer he can hold out before he explodes, he grabs Stephanie by her shoulders and moves her away from him. Breathing heavy Chase reaches for the condom, Stephanie takes the packet from him as she slides the protective sheath down over his shaft slowly he moans at her touch.

  Clearing his throat he groans, “You have to hurry; I am going to perish if you take any longer.” Smiling up at him, Stephanie raises standing in front of him, Chase glides her forward, and having her straddle him as he glides her down over his shaft he feels her wetness surround him. Chase lifts Stephanie’s hips up then glides her back down setting a fast rhythm. Aware his release is coming, Chase stands with him still buried deep inside her, turning he lays her on the bed. Bracing himself with his hands he stares into her dark sapphire eyes, they are filled with her own desire; a yearning matching his. Working his hips he thrusts deeper insider her, giving her his full erect shaft. Over and over he thrusts as her hips match his movements.

  Moving her hands to his shoulders Stephanie digs her fingernails into his skin as her body trembles with her release, experiencing Chase’s release simultaneously with her. Lying under him, Stephanie feels his muscles begin to relax. Sliding her hand from Chase’s shoulders she lightly rubs his chest.

  Bending forward Chase kisses Stephanie lightly on her voluptuous lips. He knows he should move however he wasn’t ready to break their connection. Smiling down at her, Chase wraps his arms around Stephanie’s back, holding her close he rolls over on his back taking her with him.

  Laughing Stephanie finger combs her hair away from her face. Repositioning so her elbows are on his chest, she rests her chin in her hands watching him. Chase opens one eye and sees Stephanie staring at him. Smiling he closes his eye, “You have worn me out.”

  Stephanie quietly laughs, “I feel like I have done three hours of Zumba without a break. You are definitely great for a work out.” Using her hands she pushes herself into a sitting position. With his shaft still inside her, Stephanie pulls her legs up allowing her feet to rest on the bed. Folding her arms across her knees Stephanie rests her chin on her arms. Getting comfortable she sees Chase smile.

  Chase opens his eyes placing his hands behind his head. Surveying her sitting on top on him, “You are very limber. This information may come in handy.” He laughs at her expression of shock. Realizing he needs to take care of the condom, Chase moves his hands, placing them under her arms; he lifts her up allowing their connection to break. Rolling Chase places her on the bed. He plants a kiss on Stephanie’s belly as he rises walking to the bathroom Chase asks over his shoulder, “How do you feel about handcuffs?” Hearing Stephanie laugh; Chase smiles as he continues walking.

  When he comes out of the bathroom Stephanie is asleep. Curled up in a fetal position, she is facing his side of the bed. Chase stands looking down at her, they are good together. Does she know he is in love with her? Could she tell when he made love to her? He feels her love for him, has she admitted to herself her feelings? Lifting the covers Chase slides onto bed; he cuddles her close as he drifts off to sleep.

  Opening her eyes, Stephanie hears the water running in the shower. Stephanie decides to join Chase, rising from the bed, she walks to the bathroom, opening the door she sees Chase standing at the sink shaving. He turns watching as Stephanie moves to the tub and steps into the shower. “Since you are busy I will shower first.” Stephanie yells above the sound of the running water.

  Chase rinses the razor, after shaking off the excess water he puts it in the cabinet. Moving to the tub Chase pulls back the shower curtain staring as Stephanie turns towards him. Stephanie is washing her hair she moves aside to give him room. Chase steps into the tub, pulling the curtain closed as the water streams down his body. Picking up his soap he kisses Stephanie, moving to allow her access to the water so she can rinse her hair.

  Their shower lasted longer than either had planned, with mutual agreement, they had washed each other. As they soaped each other, the washing stopped and the foreplay had started. When the water had started cooling down, they had called it quits. Quickly toweling dry, they then dressed in casual clothes. Both wearing jeans and t-shirts, Stephanie choose a pale blue t-shirt and Chase picked a hunter green color one.

  Chase is putting on his jogging shoes when they hear the doorbell. Looking up at Stephanie he tells her, “You do your hair. I will go answer the door.” Done with his shoes, Chase walks to the door, turning he adds, “Come down when you are ready.” Winking, he walks out the door.

  Chase moves to the front door; he pulls the curtain aside to check who is visiting. Surprised when he sees a man in uniform; a stranger. A man he knows will upset Stephanie. Taking a deep breath he opens the door, “Hello, you must be Detective Rogers, I am Sheriff Chase Peterson.” He extends his hand; the Detective gives a quick handshake.

  Clearing his throat he says, “Call me Andy.” Sensing he is being sized up, he just waits. While he waits Andy observes his surroundings. Deciding the Sheriff has had enough time, he clears his throat again. “May I come in?”

  Stepping back Chase opens the door wider to allow the Detective to enter the house. As Andy steps inside the foyer, Chase hears a gasp. Turning he sees Stephanie standing on the stairs. Both men look up at her, waiting.

  Stephanie stares at the new comer, he is almost as tall as Chase and has similar built. He has reddish brown hair. From where she is standing she can’t see the color of his eyes. Realizing she is staring, Stephanie starts slowly down the stairs. She begins forcing one foot at a time to step down; concentrating on this simple task otherwise she knows she would run back upstairs. Glancing at Chase she sees his concern, the stress he feels due to her tenseness. Knowing he will be there with her, Stephanie straightens her shoulders as she finishes the descent with a slight smile on her lips. His strength will give her the willpower to get through this situation.

  Chapter 6

  Both men sitting at the kitchen table are engaging in small talk. Stephanie is busy making coffee, as the coffee pot starts peculating she decides to put some cookies on a plate. She has a box of chocolate chip in the pantry. Personally, she didn’t want any, but the men may. At this time, if Stephanie tried to eat her stomach would not handle it well. When the coffee finishes she pours three cups, putting them on a tray with the cookies, sugar and milk. Having found the matc
hing sugar and cream pitcher in the cupboard she elects to use them, figuring her Mother would be proud of her for full filling her hostess duties.

  Picking up the tray Stephanie carries it to the table. Chase rises taking the tray from her placing it in the center of table, then he pulls Stephanie’s chair out for her to be seated. She passes a cup to each man then takes the remaining one for herself. Each fixes their own coffee to their taste.

  Stephanie feels her nerves getting tenser; not able to continue with the pretense of this visit she turns to the Detective. “What do you need to ask me Detective Rogers?” Stirring her coffee, Stephanie sits quietly waiting for him to answer.

  While Stephanie waits she observes the Detective is older than Chase, not much maybe four or five years. His eyes are pale green and his brows are thick over his eyes. His jaw is firm and square, his nose has evidence of being broken several time is crooked. Thinking he wasn’t bad looking, he just looked hard. As if he had seen too much harshness and has forgotten how to live. Realizing she is comparing the Detective to Chase she glances across the table at Chase, seeing him watching her, Stephanie smiles then turns her attention back to Detective Rogers.

  Detective Rogers retrieves a small notebook and pen from his pocket, looking up he responds, “Please call me Andy.” Flipping open the book he becomes totally profession. “Miss Tuney, Sheriff Peterson informed you the circumstances concerning your brother’s death.” Seeing her square her shoulders he adds, “I am sorry to do this, however I need your help. I need to find the person or persons responsible for his death.” Breaking eye contact he glances over at Chase. Chase nods his head, a signal for him to continue. “I do realize this is difficult for you, but I need to ask you some questions.”

  Still stirring her coffee, Stephanie nods her head. “I will do my best to help you, Detective….I mean Andy. And you can call me Stephanie.” Releasing the spoon, she reaches for Chase’s hand. Chase takes her hand in his, giving it a light squeeze. The contact with Chase gives her the strength and courage to face the questions.