Silver and Chrome: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by St. Clair, Aubrey

  "So we aren't jumping?" I ask.

  He laughs. "Oh we're jumping. Together. You and me," he reaches forward and twirls me around, pulling my body against his so that my fabric covered ass slaps against his hips. "Locked together in free fall."

  Chapter Eighteen

  "What?"

  "You don't think this is my first jump, do you?"

  My eyes widen as I spin back to face him. He looks serious, even though he's flashing his half grin at me.

  "I've been coming here for years. I jump on my own all the time. I'm more than qualified to take you down. I cleared this with them yesterday."

  "Are you kidding me?"

  Chase spins me around again, and pulls me back against his body, putting his arms around me and kissing my neck before he brushes his lips against my ear. "This is how close we'll be on the way down. Do you really want someone else against you like this?" His voice is a whisper that makes my knees weak.

  He knows the answer and doesn't wait to hear it. "You're going to love this."

  He's still repeating that same phrase to me an hour later as we stand on the plane 14,000 feet in the air above the desert waiting for the doors to open. Chase is strapped against my back, but he's holding my sweaty palm in his own warm and calm hand and rubbing my arm with his other. "You'll do fine. Trust me. You're going to love it."

  I can only nod at this point, unsure whether or not opening my mouth would be such a good idea. I'm not sure whether I fear screaming or throwing up more, but in either case, keeping my mouth shut seems wise.

  One of the instructors yanks the doors open and the plane gets immediately louder. I watch as one attached couple approaches the door. The instructor sits with the student in front of them and then before I know it he pushes off and they disappear from view, hurtling toward the ground. My heart skips a beat and I feel Chase squeeze my hand tighter.

  It's seeming more and more insane to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

  Someone motions to us and Chase gives me a little push to get my legs moving towards the opening. The ground below seems impossibly far and I immediately regret looking down. I feel dizzy, but Chase is still holding my hand and keeping me steady as he negotiates us into a sitting position on the edge of the plane doorway. My eyes are shut now. I'm only happy he's behind me and can't see that.

  Chase yells something but I can't hear him over the roar of the plane engine and the wind rushing by our ears.

  "What?" I yell back.

  Instead of an answer, I feel Chase push away from the plane and my stomach jumps as I flail around, trying to find something to anchor onto. There's nothing there but emptiness, and I finally let out the scream that I had been holding back. I'm sure it's loud and embarrassing, but I barely hear it over the rush of wind in my ears. All of a sudden Chase's arms wrap around my body, holding me close and reminding me that he's right there behind me. The thought relaxes me appreciably and I'm grateful that he's the one back there. I'm still terrified and keeping my eyes screwed shut, but I no longer feel quite as alone and disoriented.

  Chase's mouth is next to my ear, yelling at me to open my eyes. How did he know they were closed?

  Taking a deep breath to try and calm myself, I do as he asks. The ground below looks the same as it did in the plane, instead of hurtling toward me menacingly as I had expected. In fact, I don't even feel like we're moving at all. It's beautiful, though. Chase was right, and I'm immediately glad he talked me into it.

  A few seconds later his lips press against my ear again. "Hang on!"

  Before I know what he's talking about, I see the chute fly out from behind us and open up above, right before I feel our bodies jerk hard. The wind in my ears immediately stops roaring as our fall turns into a float.

  I take a moment to enjoy the sudden quiet and peacefulness. The wind is now pushing us along instead of roaring past us, and it gives me the feeling of floating. The sense of relief that I feel now that the chute has opened successfully is tremendous, although the adrenaline is still rushing through my veins.

  "Amazing, isn't it?" Chase's voice surprises me, but it's comforting being reminded one more time that he's still there. At least he no longer has to scream, but his mouth is right next to my ear.

  "Utterly beautiful," I reply. The world below us looms slowly larger as we continue to drift. I see the airport, and the area where we're supposed to land, but it still feels like a long way off.

  "Welcome to my world," he says. His lips touch my neck and I lean my head back into it with a little purr.

  "Thanks for inviting me."

  "I can't imagine anyone I'd rather be strapped against as I leap out of a plane." His mouth nibbles on my ear now and he puts his arms around my waist, squeezing me. I feel a bulge press against my ass.

  "Well hello there," I say, slipping my hand behind us and giving his cock a squeeze through his jumpsuit. As elated I am at how beautiful the world looks right now, I suddenly can't wait to land.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moan, pressing Chase's face against my hot core as he continues to lick all the best spots. After the adrenaline rush of the jump and then the vibrating motorcycle ride home, I almost couldn't make it to the room before I was practically begging Chase to lick me.

  His skillful tongue draws a shuddering orgasm from me within minutes, and then he scrabbles to roll his condom on while I wait impatiently. I let out another string of curse words as soon as I feel his cock spreading my folds and sinking him hip to hip with my body.

  "Fuck me. Do it hard and fast, don't slow down."

  He practically growls as he begins to comply, his hips slamming hard against me with each powerful thrust. My fingers pull along the tattooed skin of his back, trying to draw him in even deeper. His breath is hot and frantic against my shoulder, he's concentrating too much and moving too violently to even kiss me. I reach further down his body, filling my hands with his hard ass and squeezing, still pulling him forward with each thrust.

  Within minutes his body stiffens with release, a groan fills my ear and his hands slip behind my back. He hugs me forward as he pushes deeper and then rolls me on top of him while he stays buried inside of me. I rest my head on his chest as I wait for his body to relax.

  "I love the feel of your weight on me," he whispers. I let out a satisfied little hum in response. I only lift my head as much as I need to in order to see the clock. It's not even five, but a day full of over stimulation has left me exhausted. I don't mean to sleep, but the next time I open my eyes the clock says six thirty. Chase is no longer next to me, but I can hear his voice in the other room.

  I push myself up, wondering if he's ordered dinner and talking to the waiter. I walk to the door and listen, not wanting to expose myself in case he isn't alone, but his voice is the only one I hear. By the pauses in the conversation, I can tell he's on the phone.

  "I don't know how much time I have, so it'll have to be quick."

  Pause.

  "Because I don't know how much longer she'll sleep for, it's already been almost two hours."

  Pause.

  "Don't be like that, Denise."

  Pause.

  "Okay, I'll see you downstairs in a few."

  Chapter Nineteen

  By the time I pull my clothes on and get down to the lobby, I'm not sure if I'll even be able to find Chase or Denise. I don't want them to see me, so I can't simply stomp through the lobby looking for them. Part of me doesn't even want to find them, though. In the back of my mind I've been waiting for something to ruin this relationship. It's been too good, Chase seems almost too perfect. I've almost expected something like this to happen, and now that it has I almost don't want to find out any more. As if not knowing will keep it from being real.

  But if he is fooling around with Denise still, it's better to know now before I get even more invested. It's been less than a week, after all. Despite spending almost every moment together since we met, I still feel like I can get away from this relationship relatively un
scathed. I mean, it will still hurt. Especially because it's Denise. What does he see in that bitch anyway?

  As the elevator doors slide open, my heart begins trying to pound its way out of my chest. I have to steady myself along the wall of the hallway that leads to the lobby for fear my anxiety will bring me to my knees. It's foolish to be this agitated. It's only been a week. Get a grip!

  I make it right to the end of the hallway that opens up into the lobby when I see them. Chase and Denise are standing by the front door, talking and smiling at each other. She's carrying her purse as well as a bigger satchel type bag, and is dressed and made up as immaculately as the other night, looking just as sexy meeting in the middle of the day as when she's at a club. Whether she always dresses like that or is just doing it because she's meeting with Chase I haven't a clue. I feel an immediate urge to march up to them and demand to know what's going on, but I squelch it. I'll just end up looking like a fool, especially if the meeting is innocent. Besides, barging up to them isn't going to force them to tell me the truth. They'll never admit it if something is going on. My best bet is to watch them.

  I keep my eye on them as they talk. So far, although they're smiling a lot, there are no overt signs of anything physical between them. No little touches or accidental brushes of their hands against each other. I'm watching for it all, at the same time being painfully aware how much like a stalker I'm acting. Especially given Chase's level of fame. How many times has a fan of his acted like this? Did any of them ever spy on us as we spent time in public, hoping and wishing that Chase would spend time with them instead?

  I shake my head. This is different. Chase and I are in a relationship, aren't we? We've never actually defined it, although he did call me his girlfriend the other day when those two women were flirting with him at the photo shoot. But then we never talked about it again. Did he mean it, or did he only say that because I interrupted them and he thought I was pissed? Did he just mean to mollify me?

  The two of them now start to walk out of the lobby, so I continue to follow and watch from a safe distance. I totally feel like a stalker now, and I'm just glad that we aren't in the actual casino with all of the cameras everywhere. I'd probably be picked up as a security threat.

  They make their way to a little cafe near the food court and go in. There's no way I can follow without being seen, it's too small. The best I can do is position myself near the open door and pretend to be waiting for someone. Once they're seated I can only make out the sides of their heads over the booth next to them. I do see Denise reach down and take something out of her satchel but I can't tell what it is. A folder, a magazine, or maybe just some papers. She's too far away and the view is too obscured for me to tell.

  So far they haven't acted like they're secret lovers, but then what are they meeting about? Chase's words from the night at the club when I first met Denise ring through my head, bouncing around mockingly.

  ...it's not like we hang out with each other socially.

  What the hell is this, then?

  Maybe they're just talking about her trip to LA. But again, why the secrecy? Besides, she was just supposed to visit some of her friends, why would he be interested in that?

  Another couple sits down in the booth next to them, and now I can barely see them at all. I'm frustrated, and become more so the longer I wait. They're in there for almost thirty minutes before I finally see Chase stand up, with Denise quickly following. She pulls him in for a hug and he hugs her back, but nothing more. I duck into a little store so that he doesn't spot me as he exits the cafe, but he's carrying a heavy plastic bag and walking quickly, not looking around at all. He certainly doesn't look like he feels guilty, but Chase rarely shows any emotion other than when we're having sex.

  I have absolutely no idea what the hell just happened in there, but I'm going to find out.

  I wait until he's completely out of sight and then I walk in and approach Denise who is sitting down again, just finishing a cup of coffee.

  "Are you really having so much trouble finding a new man that you have to try and flirt with one that's already dumped you?" I ask, unable to hold back on my anger. I have some for Chase as well, but right now Denise is my target.

  She looks stunned to see me, but then I can see the wheels turning in her head and a smug look comes over her face as she looks back the way that I came. "Wow," she says. "Aren't you turning into the little stalker? You must be feeling pretty insecure about this little thing you think you have going on with Chase."

  I don't even have a response to that, because I do feel like a stalker, so I ignore the taunt completely. "Chase isn't getting back together with you, so why don't you just leave him alone already. Trying to convince him to ditch me so that you can meet with him in secret isn't going to win him back."

  Denise tilts her head back to let one of her annoying, shrill little laughs loose. "Oh darling, you think I'm after him? You need to get your facts straight, honey. Chase called me the other day. He was the one that wanted to meet privately." She looks at me and tilts her head in mock sorrow. "Oh honey, if he's already keeping secrets from you, then I guess you two have even less time in your future than I thought."

  I'm not sure if she's full of shit or not, but the satisfied look in her eyes makes me believe her. "What did he want to meet with you about?"'

  "Really, Lila, I don't see how that's any of your business. If you really want to know, maybe you should ask Chase? I'm sure he'll tell you the truth. Aren't you?"

  The sarcasm in Denise's voice makes me want to punch her in the face, but I resist. I have nothing more to say to her. I turn on my heel and head back to the main lobby elevators.

  She's right about one thing. It's Chase I need to be talking to about all of this. And if I don't like his answers then it might be finally time I was leaving Las Vegas.

  Chapter Twenty

  In the elevator ride up to the penthouse I'm fuming, but unsure whether I even have a right to be. I don't even know if anything is going on between Chase and Denise. The fact that I'm going to come off like a crazy, psycho if I start throwing around baseless accusations is not lost on me. I can totally see Denise setting me up for coming off like that by acting all cagey about why they got together. It truly could have just been something as simple as getting coffee with a friend.

  But that still doesn't make sense to me. Based on the texts and phone call Chase had before he left, I was obviously not supposed to know about this meeting. True, Chase knows I don't like Denise and maybe that's why he didn't tell me he was meeting her. And the text from Denise about ditching me could have just been her being the bitch that she is. And I didn't see any funny business between the two of them, although most of their meeting was obscured from my view. Yet I still can't shake the feeling that there is something else going on. The best I can do is try not to act like a lunatic that has missed a few doses of medication.

  "Hey, where'd you go?" Chase asks as soon as I open the door.

  "That's funny," I say with a clenched jaw. "I had the same question for you." I feel guilty for already setting a trap but if he just tells the truth it will set my mind at ease immediately.

  "I just went down to get us some dinner. I thought it might be nice to have something different than what's on the room service menu." His eyes motion over to the plastic bag I saw him carrying a few minutes ago, which is sitting on the table.

  My eyes close and I let out a slow breath before I say anything. When I open them, he's looking at me with a quizzical frown.

  "You okay?"

  "I know you met Denise." My voice is as flat and emotionless as I can manage. I'm disappointed and angry, but still unsure how much is justified.

  Chase's shoulders wilt slightly. "You were following me?"

  My anger is bubbling up now. "Don't try to turn this around. I happened to see her text the other day when your phone was in my purse. When I woke up earlier, I heard you talking to her. What the hell is going on? Are you two still fucking?"<
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  "What?" he looks genuinely shocked, but I know how well he can manipulate his emotions. "God no!"

  "Then why were you sneaking down to see her? Why did you just lie about it when I asked you where you were?"

  "Because you hate her, and you already think she's still pining after me. I didn't want to give you any reason to worry. I would think you would understand that, given your conversation today with Harrison."

  So he had heard some of that.

  "That's different," I say, shaking my head.

  "Really? Because from what I heard, it sounded like you still have some feelings for him."

  I shake my head again. He's trying to deflect. Change the subject away from Denise.

  "He's not the man you think he is, Lila. You really need to be careful with him."