Chasing Him: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Dark Love Series Book 4)

by Kat T. Masen

  And so, I vow to live this life I’ve been blessed with, and I can’t or don’t want to imagine it without Julian. He’s everything I need, everything I want, and luckily for me, he feels the exact same way. Finally, we both understand the love we feel for each other is too strong to walk away from, too powerful to give up.

  There are so many questions yet to be answered.

  Where will we live?

  Do we want to get married?

  But those are all questions in my head.

  It isn’t abnormal to think about the future, but I consider Julian’s feelings and don’t want to push too much change too soon.

  Turns out, I don’t have to. Andy’s the pusher. Since the moment he was back in my arms, all he wants is Julian.

  The first few nights Julian slept over, and Andy was beyond ecstatic. He was extremely clingy to the point he wanted to sleep between us every night. It didn’t bother Julian at first, but a few days later, he pointed out the obvious—we hadn’t been intimate since before he broke it off with me. Both of us have been so protective over Andy and his well-being, we forgot about us, that combined with family dropping by all day long.

  Julian and I try to talk in code, not wanting Andy to hear our conversation. It’s our only way of expressing our feelings, even to the point where he sends me dirty text messages which can’t be said out loud. It’s cute, and I’m ridiculously sexually charged. It’s a constant throb down below that with the slightest wink or handsome smirk, sends me into a frenzy which not even naked pictures of the ugliest man on earth can tame.

  The problem is that both of us are conflicted over Andy’s emotional state and our physical need for each other. Some moments we discuss letting my mom come over, so we can go out and drive to a deserted neck of the woods to screw each other until the cows come home. Damn Eric! But the next moment, Andy disappears to the backyard, and we’re fretting because he is out of sight. I recall the moment he did that, and the panic that followed.

  “This is really hard,” I admit.

  “It’s only hard because you’ve had to deal first-hand with every parent’s nightmare,” Julian says softly, wrapping his arms around my waist as we both watch Andy play with Blaze and Ash through the window.

  “I’m scared of the long-term effects that this will have on him.”

  “I met this mother when I was writing an article in the Middle East. She was widowed with five children, her youngest being six. Her husband was killed in a bomb blast, and her eldest son was left deaf in one ear and blind in one eye. The youngest son was saved but had witnessed the horrific injuries firsthand. She told me that he had no recollection of the actual scene, but every so often loud sounds triggered his memory.”

  I swallow the large lump which has formed in my throat. “How terrible. The poor woman and those children.” I let out a small cry, the lonesome tear escaping as I digest his words.

  “She’s a remarkable woman and has done well considering her circumstances.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I keep in touch. She has access to email at her local library, and when she visits every so often, she will send me an email updating me on what’s going on.”

  I turn around, my face in line with his. “You keep in contact with all these people you meet?”

  “Yes. You form this unique friendship, and the majority of the time these people are pouring their hearts out to you. It’s difficult to walk away, so it’s nice to keep in contact.”

  I’m in awe at how much compassion Julian has. To this day, his intelligence surpasses me, and I find myself captivated in his stories. He always knows how to bring me right down to earth, and this time, I know Andy will be okay. Therefore, Julian and I need to have our moment.

  That night we tried to carry the sleepyhead to his room, it worked, and just when Julian climbed into bed ready to jump me, Andy’s wail stopped us dead in our tracks. With a guilty conscience, Julian carried him back to our bed.

  The mornings always make us laugh—Andy sprawled across the bed with his face in Julian’s neck and his feet in my face. I’m pushed so far off to the edge, frequently waking up with an extremely bad backache.

  It’s a failed experiment, and both of us agree we’ll give Andy some time to adjust even if it means we need to put our physical relationship on hold.

  I’m confident Andy is doing well emotionally and toy with the idea of him going back to daycare. As a parent, I’m furious with the daycare center even after their numerous attempts to apologize for the incident. Jenny was fired, and with a guilty conscience, I tried to talk the manager out of it, but she insisted that a lesson had to be learned. Hence, why policies and protocols were enforced when employed as a carer of young children.

  Andy doesn’t talk much about going back, but Amelia is a born nagger. Not only has she been over several times to inform Andy of everything he has been missing, it now extends to video calls showing off all her pretty artwork.

  The day before Andy is due to officially go back to daycare, an unexpected knock on the door startles us while we’re busy preparing goodie bags for Andy’s birthday party this weekend.

  “Hello! Where’s my Spider-boy Andy?” Eric pretends to go searching in the house as Andy stumbles down the stairs.

  “I’m here! I’m here, Ewic!”

  Eric catches him on the final step and spins him around before latching onto him in a great big hug.

  “What’s going on?” I ask casually, biting into my apple.

  “We’re here to take this little guy out,” Tristan tells us.

  I know I’m nervous as I try to calm my voice. “Where to?”

  “The trampoline place around the corner. Relax, we’ll be gone for an hour. I’m sure that’s all you need.” Eric winks at Julian.

  Julian almost chokes on the pear he’s eating, Tristan patting him on the back, the perfect opportunity to mock him.

  “We’re going to have fun, right, Andy? Plus, I can show you my somersault moves.” Eric is way too excited about this.

  “Every time we go to Trampoline World, Eric reenacts the movie Bring It On and does all these cheerleader moves. I’m telling you, you’re going to break your neck. You’re not that limber anymore,” Tristan reminds him.

  “That’s not what your mom said last night,” Eric jokes.

  “Hey, don’t do the mom jokes,” Julian scowls. “That’s my sister you’re talking about. Can you two go now? Take care of Andy, bring him back in one piece, and just for the record, an hour is never enough.”

  The second their car leaves our driveway, the deadbolts are on, and Julian throws me over his shoulder, slapping me on the ass as I squeal in delight. There’s no delay, throwing me onto the bed and jumping over me, smashing his lips against mine. I rip the buttons on his shirt exposing his perfectly toned chest that I have missed so much.

  His eyes literally devour me as he lifts off my dress, exposing my bra and panties.

  He pushes me back down, and amongst the heavy kisses, he slides his hand down below and brushes it along my clit. I arch my back and moan loudly until he tells me that he is entering me. Shoving my panties aside, he toys with the tip of his cock around my entrance.

  “I love you, Adriana, but this is going to be hard and fast. Are you with me?”

  I nod in excitement, and just when I think I have it all under control, he rams into me so hard, I lose my breath. I try to wrap my arms around his muscular back, but he pulls them up above my head and forces himself harder. It’s painful but so delightfully arousing at the same time. His heavy weight pins me down, and I’m helpless beneath him. With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, and the pressure is building. I am lost within him. His grip on my wrist is tight, and with his teeth, he tugs my bra down displaying my breasts. At a ravenous pace, he licks my nipple with the tip of his tongue, circling it with a slow and pleasurable pain, but then he bites down, hard, and I yelp as the sensation connects with the rest of my body.

  “S
o fucking beautiful,” he mumbles to himself.

  The face of a man as beautiful as Julian’s in the heat of the moment is a picture of pure lust, desire, and hunger. The way his jaw tightens, and his mouth is biting down, expresses the primal side of him possessing my body. The dominance and sexual force take me to places only my imagination explores during my private moments. The reality far exceeds my expectations, knowing he is mine, and this intimate connection between us allows me to push my boundaries and experience acts that are unfamiliar or once a taboo. It’s the gleam in his eye, the love and reassurance that stops me from feeling any remorse. What we do behind closed doors feels so right and shouldn’t be anything to be ashamed of because he loves me.

  And I adore our dirty bubble.

  I’m about to tell him that it’s all over for me, time to break out the bubbly, do my happy dance, when he stops midway. I can’t even talk, breathless and weak in the knees. He is dead silent, his stare boring into me making me slightly self-conscious.

  “I can’t control my need for you. I need you to understand that.” There’s a grunt which escapes his throat. It’s the tiger ready to attack, the shark circling its prey.

  “I understand,” I whisper, submissive to his demands.

  His lips crash onto mine, catching me off-guard and unable to breathe. I suck in air as his tongue rolls with mine allowing a gasp of air to escape. Pulling back, he resumes his position.

  “Hard and fast,” he mutters.

  “Hard and fast,” I repeat. “I can handle that.”

  He releases an ominous laugh, piquing my curiosity. “Baby, no one is ever going to get in our way, and now, you’re going to get taste of what it’s like to be mine.”

  I assume that he is going to make me come now, but you know what they say about assuming—it makes an ass out of you and me.

  And I’m clearly that ass right now.

  He pulls himself out, and instantly I’m at a loss. Moving toward my chest, he unclips my bra and motions for me to hand him my wrists. I do so, and he carefully uses the straps to tie my wrists together, then he pulls them up and ties the other strap looping it around the iron headboard. With one last tug, I’m strapped tight.

  I can handle this.

  A little kinky, how very exciting!

  Next, he pulls my panties down stopping mid-thigh, with his face down toward my pubic bone, he lowers himself and inhales my arousal. With his eyes closed, I see the turmoil in his expression and the way his jaw locks down. He continues, not stopping until they are completely off. Showing off, he clutches them in his hands like they’re a prize and moves them toward his face and inhales once again.

  “These are soaking wet… you’re soaking wet. Tell me, Adriana, you think you can handle what you’re about to experience?”

  My face widens with a smirk. “Give it to me, all of it. You’ll be surprised what my body will do for you.”

  He’s insatiable and fuck me sideways, backward, every which way, this beautiful man is all mine.

  “I want you to prove it,” he tells me.

  “Prove what my body will do for you?”

  He nods, and without breaking my gaze, he uses my panties to tie my ankles together. It doesn’t click, wondering how he will fuck me if my legs are shut tight, but then he bends them, and my legs fall apart tied at the ankle.

  “Hard and fast,” he repeats.

  With his thumb and forefinger, he spreads my lips exposing my clit, and with a slight rub, he glides down to the entrance. He enters me with two fingers, something I can handle. Thrusting hard, no slowness in his movements, he enters his third finger as my body jerks unexpectedly. Twisting and turning, I’m moaning loudly as the pleasure of his fingers inside builds up the moisture allowing him to glide with ease.

  “Are you ready?”

  I look at him confused, and with a deep thrust, he slides in another finger.

  Holy fuck! From the motions, I can tell his thumb isn’t inside, and I’m one finger away from being fisted which frightens me to the core. I clench in nerves, but his hard-and-fast command is not allowing me even to think let alone tell him I don’t want to go further.

  Just go with the flow, Adriana.

  There’s a slight pain, but I zone out, focusing on other sensations that are screaming out to me, the way my skin is covered in goosebumps, how my nipples are hard and perky. The aches down below are starting to build again, and with every thrust, my muscles begin to clench and pulling me out of the subliminal state is my overwhelming need to pee.

  What the?

  The urge is building, and I squirm to get him to stop without having to say the words, but it’s almost like he knows, lunging his fingers even deeper which only makes it worse. I’m tied, unable to physically move, begging him with my eyes to stop, yet he seems aroused by my uncomfortable state. Just say it now, say you need to pee in case you turn this into a golden shower.

  “Hold it in,” he says, licking his lips.

  So, he knows I need to pee? Why doesn’t he stop? I’m panicking at the sensation, and when it’s clear he won’t back down, I open my mouth to say something, but he beats me to it.

  “Focus on me.”

  How can I focus on him when I’m pretty sure I’m about to pee all over him in just a few moments?

  Oh, dear God, how mortifying! Okay, just breathe and focus on him.

  Let your body trust him, Adriana.

  My eyes wander to his cock, standing hard and proud, the tip oozing with his juiciness. Fuck, is he going to come doing this to me? The temperature in my body rises, and the more I focus on him, the more I ache, and the familiar pressure is back, but I can’t stop, and I don’t want to stop. The sensation prickles every part of my body, and I squirm as he drives his fingers so hard, and then suddenly, he has consumed all of me. I explode. He pulls his fingers out in a wild hurry, and all I can feel is the rush, no, more like gush of liquid squirting out of me as my body contracts. I ride out the most intense orgasm of my entire life, panting and moaning loudly as my throat caves struggling to come up for air.

  Motherfucking holy shit, that was insane. I want to laugh, cry, and scream from the rooftops.

  Afraid to open my eyes, he doesn’t hold back and slams into me with his cock, gripping onto my ankles mid-air.

  I want to see him come.

  I want my beautiful man to explode inside me.

  And so, I tell him those exact words.

  And he comes undone.

  Collapsing on top of me, I still don’t say anything. I don’t think I peed, but could a woman honestly come that much? Unless… On my God, did I squirt?

  He unties me, and I’m fairly certain I’ve gone bright red.

  “I um… wow, okay.” I’m speechless.

  “That, my beautiful woman, is what I’m talking about.” The grin on his face is priceless.

  “Did I do what I think I did?”

  He nods, licking his lips, then leaning in to kiss me gently. “You just did what I’ve fantasized about for a very long time. Did you see what your body did for me?”

  I’m shy, but I want to explore this topic.

  “It was… surreal. I mean, at first I wanted to… but then… it just kept going, and it felt like I would not stop coming,” I admit with a small laugh.

  “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, hence why I lasted—”

  “Like thirty seconds?” I interrupt playfully.

  “You’re being generous, like fifteen.”

  “Does that mean I can always do that?”

  He lies down beside me and strokes the side of my face. “I’d like to hope so. There are so many things you need to do for me… fuck! I’m getting hard again just thinking about it.”

  “Slow down, cowboy. My lady door needs a new door handle. Perhaps we’ll enter by the back next time?”

  He growls on purpose and climbs on top of me wide-eyed. “I love you, now, forever.”

  “I love you, too,” I murmur, moving a
strand of his hair away from his beautiful eyes.

  We don’t have much time, but he continues to kiss me. We both remain quiet. Something doesn’t feel right until Julian blurts it out, “Maybe we should go see how they are doing at the trampoline place.”

  “You read my mind.”

  We jump up and place our clothes on, but Julian stops me. He brushes my lip with the tip of his thumb, and inside, I’m having another meltdown.

  “I’ve never been so torn,” he says quietly.

  “About what?”

  “I want you so fucking bad it’s killing me, yet all I can think about is rushing to Andy to make sure he is okay.”

  I smile reassuringly. “It’s called being a parent.”

  “I’m scared I’m doing it all wrong,” he admits.

  I wrap my arms around his waist. “Andy hasn’t left your side since the moment he came home. He begs for you to lie in his bed, mumbles your name when he sleeps, and calls for you when he wakes. He loves you, Julian. This is new to him as well. If you’re making him smile, you’re doing something right.”

  “Thank you.” His eyes widen, followed by a mischievous grin. “Okay, is it just me, or do you want to see Eric do his routine on the trampoline?”

  “Twisted minds think alike. Grab my cell over there, something tells me it’s YouTube-worthy.”

  We both laugh and rush down the stairs to head out when the doorbell rings catching us off-guard.

  Julian looks at me curiously, and I open the door to be met with a courier. He hands the package to Julian, signing for it and saying thank you. Baffled, he opens the brown box, and underneath the bubble wrap is a plaque.

  I read the words, and the moment it sinks in, I turn to look at Julian with the widest smile waiting for his reaction.

  His book is officially a number one New York Times Best Seller.

  The gold writing confirms what I always knew, Julian is talented and is now taking the world by storm.

  Almost dropping the plaque, he wraps his arms around my waist as I jump up to hug him tight.

  “You did it, baby!” I couldn’t have been any prouder than this moment to be in love with this intelligent and kindhearted man.

  “We’re celebrating tonight. Nothing big, don’t want Andy to be too tired for his birthday party tomorrow,” he adds.