by Tia Siren
I shook my head. “No, actually. Chase and I…”
“Oh shit,” she said, putting a hand to her mouth.
I blinked at her. “What is it?”
“You’re gonna see him again, aren’t you?”
“Well, yes. I was thinking…”
“Audrey, you can’t do that,” she said.
“Why can’t I?”
“Because the man is old enough to be your father for one,” she said, scolding me with her eyes.
“Seriously? You’re going to play the age card? You, the girl who fucked a sixty-year-old man just to see what it would be like?”
“I was doing Viagra research,” Rachel said with a smirk. “And that old man was not a professor.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Audrey, Chase Hollander is a professor. There are rules. He can’t get involved with you. They’ll fire his ass.”
I blinked at her. “They will?”
“Of course they will. There are strict rules about professors and students getting involved. Why do you think I haven’t fucked more professors?”
“I just assumed you preferred dumb jocks with big cocks,” I said, trying to laugh when I really wanted to cry. I hadn’t thought about what our relationship might do to Chase’s career. If we were discovered, he could be fired on the spot, tenured or not. And his career was really all he had left.
“Shit, Rach, what am I going to do?” I asked with tears welling in my eyes. “I mean, I think I really like him. I mean I really, really like him.”
“Well, if you like him you’ll leave him alone,” she said, wagging a finger at me. “You need to just thank him for popping your cherry and move along. You don’t want to be responsible for that man losing his job, especially is he’s as fucked up as you say he is.”
“I didn’t say he was fucked up,” I said defensively.
“He’s a forty-three-year-old man with a drinking problem and a death wish,” she said. “That’s fucked up. You do not need that shit in your life. The grades were fixed this morning. You got your B. Now let it go. Leave Chase Hollander alone and get on with your life.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” I said, biting my lip to keep from crying.
Rachel squeezed my arm. “Audrey, you have no choice. The man has enough problems. Don’t make yourself one of them.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Chase
I sat in the parking lot outside Nancy Dorfmann’s office with the unopened fifth of whiskey nestled between my legs, thinking about the mess I’d made of my life.
My baby girl was dead.
My wife was gone.
My career was over.
My hopes and dreams had disappeared long ago.
Everything was all gone.
The only thing left for me now was to be gone myself.
My phone was lying in the seat next to me. It buzzed and I glanced over at the screen. It was Audrey calling to see how my meeting with Dorfmann went. Audrey, the one ray of sunshine in an otherwise dark and hopeless world.
I thought about ignoring the call and just letting it go to voice mail, but I owed her more than that. I blew out a long breath as I brought the phone to my ear and said, “Hey.”
“I can’t see you anymore,” she said quickly. I could tell she had been crying. I didn’t say anything. I just listened. This wasn’t a surprise. This was just icing on the Chase Hollander cake.
She said, “I’m sorry, Chase. I really like you, but I don’t want to screw up your career. I really hope you get your shit together, because you are a wonderful person and any girl would be lucky to have you. I just can’t let that girl be me. I’m so sorry…” She paused for a moment. “Chase? Chase? I can hear you breathing. Say something…”
I didn’t say anything, so she hung up the phone.
Now Audrey was gone, too.
I tossed the phone on the seat and sat there with my fingers on the cap of the whiskey bottle. My Kiley had been killed by a guy who’d gotten shit-faced and drove his car into us.
I wasn’t going to do that to anyone. I set the whiskey in the seat, started the car, and headed for home.
I’d caused enough misery to other people.
What I had to do I would do alone.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: Audrey
I must have been exhausted, because after I called Chase to tell him I couldn’t see him anymore, I crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, it was dark outside the bedroom window.
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, which were still swollen from crying. I switched on the lamp and looked for my phone. I found it tangled in the covers. I had five texts from Rachel, a voice mail from my mom, but nothing from Chase.
No call, no text, no nothing.
I wiped the fresh tears from my eyes and tossed the phone aside. I was a little pissed at Chase, but I didn’t know why. I mean, what did I expect him to do?
Did I expect him to call me back or show up at my door to talk me out of breaking it off with him?
Or did I expect him to just crawl back under his rock and wait to die?
The thought sent a chill down my spine. Chase had made a comment to me at some point during the weekend. I hadn’t given it much thought at the time, but now the words came back to haunt me like an ill wind. I couldn’t remember the exact words, but it was something like, “When you have nothing left to live for, life isn’t really worth living.”
A sense of panic swept through my body. I had forgotten that Chase had a meeting with his boss earlier in the day to find out if he was going to be fired.
Then I broke up with him over the phone.
Jesus, Audrey, you’re a bigger asshole than he is!
But would Chase do something to harm himself because of me?
Did he really feel that life wasn’t worth living anymore?
Was he that close to the edge?
I picked up the phone and called Chase’s number. The phone rang a dozen times and then went to voice mail. I hung up without leaving a message. I thumbed in a text message and waited for a reply.
AUDREY: Chase? Are you there? Chase?
The blinking cursor mocked me, but there was no reply.
“Fuck, no, Chase. Don’t you do it!” I said, switching on the bedside lamp. I slid my feet into the running shoes that were on the floor next to the bed and ran into the living room.
My purse and car keys were on the sofa. I had to get to Chase’s house before he did something crazy! I would never forgive myself if I had been the one to push him over the edge.
I ran to the door and jerked it open.
And nearly ran into Chase, who was standing there with his knuckles outstretched, about to knock on my door.
I immediately felt the breath rush from my lungs and I fell into his arms.
Then darkness.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: Chase
I’d never had anyone literally faint in my arms before. I was just about to knock on Audrey’s apartment door when she jerked the door open and stared at me with a look of terror in her eyes. She looked at me as if she’d seen a ghost, and then she fell into my arms.
I scooped her up and carried her inside and gently set her on the couch. I wet a cold rag and placed it over her forehead and waited for her to wake up.
“Hey you,” I said as her eyelids fluttered. I put my hand to her forehead to take the rag. “Are you okay?”
She looked at me for a moment, then burst into tears and grabbed me. She didn’t just put her arms around me. I mean she grabbed me and put me in a bear hug and held on till I could hardly breath.
“Oh god, Chase, I thought you were going to do something awful,” she said, burying her face in my shoulder. “I was afraid you were going to…”
“Kill myself?” I asked, gently pushing her back so I could gaze into her eyes. I couldn’t lie to her. If this was going to work, whatever this was, I had to always be honest with her.
“I thought about it,” I sa
id quietly, closing my eyes. “I went home and gathered up every ounce of booze I had in the place and set it on the coffee table. I was going to drink until I couldn’t drink anymore, and then I was going to turn on the gas in the oven and stick my head in. Or I was going to set the place on fire. I hadn’t really worked out all the details.”
“Oh, Chase,” she said, tugging at my shirt. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and it broke my heart to know that I was the reason she was crying. “So, did you take a drink?”
I shook my head. “No. Not a drop. In fact, I poured it all down the toilet. It took me half an hour, but I flushed it all. Somewhere right now there’s a pack of sewer rats having one hell of a party.”
She grinned and wiped her nose on her sleeve. “So what happened? What changed your mind?”
“You’re going to think it’s silly,” I said.
“No. I promise I won’t. Please tell me.”
“I opened the first bottle and started to take a drink, and then I remembered something you said about your dad.” I blinked away the tears in my eyes and smiled at her. “You said that you couldn’t save your own father, but maybe you could save Kiley’s.”
Audrey smiled at me. “Yes, I did say that.”
“I want you to save me, Audrey,” I said, putting my arms around her and pulling her close. “Please, I need you to save Kiley’s daddy. You are our last hope.”
“Oh, Chase,” she said, pressing her lips to mine. “Let’s save each other.”
“What do you need saving from, my dear?” I asked, resting my cheek against her forehead.
“A life without you.”
I grinned. “Now that was silly.”
“Yes, it was,” she said. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”
EPILOG: Audrey
Chase crawled into bed beside me and lifted his arm so I could cuddle up close and rest my head on his chest. He pulled the covers up around me and tucked me in.
I loved how warm he felt lying next to me on these cold winter nights. His body seemed to radiate heat, especially when I was doing things that made his temperature rise. He was my personal heater, and I knew how to fuel his fire.
It probably would have been wiser for us to wear pajamas to bed, but we swore to each other that we’d only wear clothes to bed when we got old. Or when we had kids, which I hoped was sooner rather than later.
Getting his tenure terminated at Trent State was the best thing that could have happened to Chase. He had enough money saved to not worry about working for a year, so he started writing again, something he hadn’t done since Kiley passed away.
And the fact that he quit buying cigarettes and alcohol also helped him maintain his budget.
He quit the booze cold turkey but had a heck of a time kicking the cigarette habit. Thanks to a ton of nicotine patches and the loving support of yours truly, he finally quit smoking six months ago.
The result of his renewed creativity was Kiley’s Wings, a story about a little girl who becomes an angel and helps children understand what happens when people pass away.
It was a beautiful story that made me cry every time I read it. Kiley’s Wings was set to be published in a few weeks by a major New York City publisher. They expected it to be a bestseller, but that didn’t seem to matter to Chase. Writing the story was therapy for him. The day he finished the manuscript was the day he finally knew that Kiley was looking down on him and smiling, so proud of the man her daddy had become.
I finished my degree in the fall and Chase I were married a month later. We were both tired of the Florida heat, so we moved to a little cottage in Vermont, just a few miles from where Chase had grown up.
I loved Vermont nine months out of the year, but at the moment I was freezing my ass off.
“Are you cold?” Chase asked, pulling me in close.
I tucked the heavy quilt under my chin and shivered against him. “What do you think?”
“I think I can warm you up,” he said, pressing his lips to the top of my head.
“I think I can warm up on my own,” I said, smiling up at him.
He leaned down to kiss me as my hand trailed down his chest, across his stomach, to his curly pubes. I teased him for a moment, tugging at the short hairs with my finger nails, and then let my hand slide down to his already hard cock.
“Well, hello, Mr. Hollander,” I said with a sigh as my hand started rolling the skin back and forth over the rigid shaft. “Are you happy to see me, or are you happy to see me?”
“I’m very happy to see you, Mrs. Hollander,” he said, sliding his tongue into my mouth as my hand milked his cock.
He massaged my breast and rubbed his thumb across my nipple, which grew long and hard at his touch. His other hand was around me, clutching my ass. His fingers slid into my crack and teased my asshole for a moment. I pushed my ass out a little to give him better access. I held my breath as his slid in a finger up to the first knuckle and gently swirled it around.
“That feels amazing,” he said as I threw back the quilt and leaned up so I could milk his cock better. His finger slid out of my ass and moved to my pussy, which was flowing like a hot spring. He dipped his finger into my pussy to lube it up and then slid it back into my ass up to his knuckle. I moaned at the wonderful pain.
The room was still cold, but our bodies were giving off steam.
I lowered my lips to his cock head as my hand slid up and down the shaft. I wrapped my lips around his cock and slid it into my mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. I didn’t gag. I pulled my lips back and slid his cock into my mouth again. I was getting better at taking him all into my mouth. Someday I’d surprise him with a little deepthroat action. Until then, he certainly didn’t complain.
I glanced up at him with his cock still in my mouth. Then I let it slide out and ran my tongue beneath the head, loving the way his eyes went dreamy as I teased the little bundle of nerves just below the slit.
He blew out a deep breath and said, “Get on top of me.”
I let go of his cock long enough to straddle him. He held his cock steady as I lowered my pussy onto him. I closed my eyes and held my breath as the head of his cock slid inside me. I paused for a moment and smiled at him, and then I slowly lowered myself onto him until my pussy was filled with his wonderful manhood.
I braced my palms on his chest and squeezed his nipples hard as I started slowly sliding my ass back and forth so his cock would slide in and out of me and brush my clit along the way. Chase liked to fuck me from behind, but this was my favorite position because every inch of my cunt got to play.
Chase massaged my tits and teased my nipples as I rode his cock back and forth. I grinned to myself. Rachel had wanted me to ride a cock all those months ago. If you had told me that night how my life would have turned out, I would not have believed you.
Me with the asshole professor who gave me an F?
No fucking way!
Chase was tensing up beneath me. He slid his hands under my thighs and started lifting me up and down on his cock—literally lifting me up and down with his powerful forearms and then slamming me back down until my pussy was impaled by his cock in a single thrust. Our bodies made slapping noises as our flesh came together.
“Oh god…” I moaned, leaning forward with my fingers digging into his chest. I closed my eyes and panted through my lips.
Chase was jackhammering me onto him now, slamming my pussy onto his cock like a derrick drilling for oil.
“I’m…coming…” he said.
“So…am…I…”
He lifted his ass off the bed until I was riding him like a bucking bronco. I started moving my ass back and forth and came at the same time he did.
My pussy walls tightened around his thick cock as I milked the hot cum out of him.
I squirted when I came, showering his cock and hips with my hot juices.
We made a fucking mess. Literally.
Our bodies were drenched in sweat and cum and pussy juice.
But we didn’t care.
We didn’t care about anything but being together.
Forever.
I collapsed into Chase’s arms and struggled to catch my breath.
He kissed me and told me that he loved me.
I told him that I loved him, too.
We had done it. We had saved each other.
And we had a little angel to thank for it.
THE END
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First Chapter Sample: ACE: A Secret Baby Sports Romance
Chapter One
“Two eggs, scrambled, side of bacon and toast. As always, I threw in an extra piece of bacon for ya,” I said with a wink.
“Ah, thank you, Scarlet. You certainly know how to take care of this old man. Why don’t you come down here for a kiss?”
I smiled through my annoyance. This wasn’t the first time Mr. Johnson had tried to get me to kiss him, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. “I hope you’ll settle for another hug,” I said as I leaned in and gave him a quick embrace.
As soon as his hand touched my back, it wandered down toward my behind. I threw a hand up to stop him and shook my head, a smile still plastered on my lips. The move was a reflex I had developed over the years to protect myself from the handsy, older crowd.
“You got me again, Scarlet,” he said.
“You’ll just have to try harder,” I replied. Obviously, I didn’t want him to ever grab my behind. However, the more playful I was, the better he tipped, and since the man tipped like we were still living in the fifties, I needed all the help I could get. It was a frustrating cycle I found myself in, but it paid the bills, if only barely.
I weaved through the diner and pushed my way into the kitchen. Greg, my manager, was working the grill since the cook had called in sick. He was about as old as Mr. Johnson and twice as round. Whenever he worked the grill, navigating the narrow aisles of the kitchen was a real struggle.