by J. L. Beck
“Don’t let that filthy man put you under his spell,” Gia spoke to Taylor without even a glance at me. To say it didn’t hurt was a lie, but I knew why she was mad. She had been upped.
Chase 1. Gia 0.
“I can put you under something.” Taylor’s face grew red and Gia shot me a look that could’ve killed me had I not become immune to her glares by now.
“I have to go get the pizza. If you could help Gia bring in her mattress, that would be great.” She smiled awkwardly with rosy cheeks and in turn I smiled right back, agreeing without a second thought to help us move past that uncomfortable moment.
“Of course.” I pushed off the counter and headed out towards the moving truck, knowing that Gia was right behind me. Her and Taylor chatting it up the whole way to her car. The aggression between us was just building, and I was on the verge of snapping.
One more taste. One more time. The words lingered in my mind as my tongue darted out licking my lips in preparation. Her smell was so inviting and all around me, waiting for me to reach out and take a bite to see how she tasted once again.
“Are you coming, asshole?” she growled in front of me as Taylor pulled out of the driveway. I smirked, wondering how I had been so drawn into my own thoughts that I hadn’t noticed she had made her way back over here.
“Oh the question isn’t if I’m coming, but when.” I pushed past her, our bodies rubbing against one another’s. A shock coursed through me, heading straight to my groin. I forced myself to feel un-phased by her presence and the fact we were so close to one another. Instead I grabbed one side of the mattress, tugging it as Gia hopped up onto the truck grabbing the other side, pushing while I pulled until we had the mattress completely out. Then she hopped down and together we maneuvered the mattress through the living room, down the hall, and into the basement. By the time the mattress actually hit her bedframe my body was covered in a sheen of sweat and my breath was coming in hard, and it had nothing to do with moving that puny little mattress.
“Thanks.” Her voice was soft. I looked up at her from the mattress, our gazes locked and I knew there was nothing that I could do to stop myself from making my next move. I advanced on her, knowing damn well that she felt the same way on the inside as I did. My lips met her skin in an explosion. I was all over her, my hands searching her body, my ears listening to her pants, and the deep beat of my heart in search of hers.
“I hate you,” she whispered against my lips. I could practically feel the hate in them as her nails raked down my back, but it didn’t stop me.
“Oh, yea?” I asked as I removed her top and shorts.
“Yea.”
“Good, because I fucking hate you too. Hate you so much.” I stated while backing up for a moment to remove my own shorts. Pulling at the button on my shorts I ripped them and my underwear away in one swipe. We didn’t have much time, I needed to get moving so Taylor, or worse, Chance didn’t catch us. I was going to bring her to the brink of exhaustion one stroke at a time before anyone got back here.
“Stop staring at me,” she purred as I came to stand over her, one of my fingers drifting over her belly. She was laying on her mattress now in nothing but her black panties, and yes I was drooling. All over the fucking place.
“I’ll stare all I want,” I barked at her, which caused a smile to pull at her lips. Her eyes glazed over, growing larger and filling with more heat when they landed on my protruding cock.
That’s right baby, you did this to me and it’s all for you.
I easily found myself stretching over her, my hands pushing into her hair as I sucked on her neck.
“Chase…” She sighed so heavily that it was all I could hear, my name falling from her beautiful full lips.
“I’m going to fuck you, okay? One last time.” I pressed my lips harder into her skin not wanting to ever forget what this felt like. If I never got the chance to do this again, I wanted this to be better than the last time. There would be no third time. There couldn’t be.
“Make it memorable,” she moaned in pleasure as my finger dove deep into her panties, honing in on that sweet spot that would have her writhing beneath me.
In a matter of seconds she was drenched, the smell of her arousal meeting my nostrils with each intake of air. Fuck! This girl could drive me crazy with her smell alone. I slipped in a second finger, my eyes flickering over her body, which was now covered in sweat. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her toes dug into the skin on my legs.
“Fall apart for me. Show me how bad you want this. How bad you need this. Need me.” My chest rumbled against hers as I took one of her nipples into my mouth. The taste of her completely took over me right before she fell apart, her pussy muscles clenching around my fingers tightly. I smiled like the cocky fucker I was, nipping at her nipple harder just to see if she would squeeze tighter, and when she did I almost came undone.
There was no more thinking, no other reaction I could give her than to become one with her.
One more time. That’s all I need. Is one more taste. One more stroke.
One more chance, my heart whispered loudly.
My senses were in overdrive, I could feel him becoming a part of me. My insides stretching to accommodate him, pulsing in need around him. Pleasure surrounded me, making words almost impossible.
“Ahhh…” I screamed as he sunk deeper into me.
“Scream it, babe.” His voice was labored as he pushed harder into me. Every stroke rubbing at my insides in the most perfect way.
“Harder…” I barely got the word out, my mind was hazy and all I could feel was him. His chest rubbed against my nipples forcing another moan to escape me.
I bit my lip unknowingly, my core growing hotter as I felt his grip on my hips biting into my flesh. I wanted him to mark me, to make me feel him for days. My eyes drifted down to where we connected. The slaps of our bodies pushing together filled the room. Fuck!!! I wanted to cry out, I could feel the distinct build, the simmering sensations inside of me ready to burst.
“Clench me, make this cock yours… Make me come for you,” Chase said and I blinked my eyes open just for a second, just to catch him in his own moment of ecstasy. His teeth were clenched, his muscles taut and filled with tension as he held back his own release waiting for my own.
With one last powerful push inside of me I fell apart, my teeth biting deep into his shoulder blade. I could feel nothing and everything at the same time. My body tingled, my eyes watered, and my fingers dug into his skin as if I was trying to hold onto this moment and make it last forever.
What. The. Fuck.” My eyes popped open, terror filling my belly as the euphoric feeling that covered me moments ago all but disappeared. I pushed against Chase, who stopped mid-stroke and looked over his shoulder.
“Can I help you?” He got out, his breath heavy before I could even get my body to catch up with my mind.
On the other side of Chase, standing in my bedroom was my mother and father. My mother with a blush of embarrassment on her face and my FBI agent father with an angry glare on his.
“Can I help you?” My father hissed out in a mocking tone, reaching behind his back and pulling out his gun.
“Jeez, Zerro I told you to leave that in the car,” my mother said as she glared at him the same way he had glared at us.
“Dad, stop!!” I yelled loudly. I needed to do something, and I needed to do it fast.
“This is my boyfriend…” I lied, my eyes pleading with Chase to go along with it. I didn’t want him to die because of me. My dad was unpredictable most days, especially when it came to his children. Add in finding your child in the predicament that he just found me in, and I could tell he was about to explode.
“His name is Chase.” I tried to sound cheery, I mean about as cheery as being found naked with a man and having your parents walk in as I could be. The expression on my father’s face said he wasn’t buying it just yet, telling me I needed to keep talking us out of this and my dad off the ledge h
e was on.
Chase’s eyes sought out my own, anger and complete disappointment reflected back at me. I didn’t know what to say to make the situation better, to not lie to my parents, but not put Chase in this situation.
Without a second thought he reached for the sheet next to us, handing it to me before reaching down to find his pants. I glanced around the room, looking for my clothes wondering where they had ended up. In our heated frenzy it was hard to remember where I had lost them.
“You should cover up, princess. I’m sure your gun carrying father doesn’t want to see you like that, after just seeing you like that with me,” Chase said, the words coming out cocky as ever.
“You’re one smart comment away from getting nailed with a bullet.” My father’s anger ridden voice met my ears and I cringed.
Why had I told my mother I was moving? Better yet, why had I given her the address? I thought as she stood there gripping the strap of her purse looking like she wanted to laugh that my father was pissed off, when all I wanted to do was erase the last few minutes out of my memory.
“We’re doing nothing wrong, Dad. I’m an adult. He’s an adult.” I reminded him, my eyes narrowing in extreme anger. I was humiliated in the worst way. I would never live this down.
The grip he had on his gun told me he thought otherwise and that he was about to show us all exactly what he thought.
“Get out,” he growled at Chase, pointing the gun at him. Inside I was screaming. Begging for an answer to fall into my lap.
“No need to point that thing this way. I’m going,” Chase responded and I shot him a look that I hoped expressed how sorry I was as I watched him leave the room, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving me with a seething father and a mother who seemed slightly amused by this entire shit storm.
“I don’t see you for months, Gia. Months! Then I travel out here with your mother to find you rolling around the sack with some pretty boy!! Is this what you’ve been doing? Do you need to come back home and get a reality check?” His rage was so evident you could see the flames coming off of him from miles away. Yet, I didn’t care. I was old enough to make my own choices, to do what I wanted, whether that be with Chase or someone else. So instead of stepping away as not to get burned, I moved in closer to the heat, prepared to stand my ground.
“You don’t even know him, yet you’re judging him. You’re judging me and I’m your daughter! You fail to realize we both wanted what happened.” I paused slightly, taking in a shuddering breath. “I’m not a little girl anymore. You have to let me grow up, even if I disappoint you.” The words leave my mouth with ease, making me feel braver than I actually feel. Before I could blink my father crossed the room, his free hand gripping my chin tightly in his hand.
“You will always and I do mean always, be my little girl. Age isn’t a factor to me, Gianna. You’re my daughter, and that’s all that matters.” I can feel tears forming in my eyes. My emotions all over the place, and the fact that I haven’t seen my dad in months did nothing to help the situation.
Dad released me with a sigh of frustration and I hung my head in shame, knowing just how fucked up all of this has just gotten. His hand scrubbed down his face as if he were trying to wipe away all he had just seen, before taking a step closer to me, pressing his lips against my forehead.
“You could never disappoint me, you’re just like her,” he says so quietly I almost miss it.
“Maybe we should give her a few minutes to get herself together.” My mother finally chimes in, giving me a shy smile as she reaches for my father’s arm. There’s a moment of complete silence before my father mutters okay, pulls away from me and leaves with my mother closing the door behind them.
My body is still covered in a sheen of sweat and the smell of sex lingers in the air, causing my insides to burn. Even if my father had ruined what was taking place before it had finished, I still had the memories and the feeling between my legs telling me that it was all real.
I shove from the bed, the sheet still wrapped around me in case my father decided he wanted to come barging in again.
Pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear, I pick up my clothes from the floor dropping the sheet so I can slip my panties and shorts on.
I find my bag that has my personal items in it and head into the bathroom. I use the toilet, wiping myself with a feminine wipe before washing my hands, applying a new layer of deodorant, spraying myself with my vanilla bean body spray, and patting my dysfunctional hair down.
My thoughts were a jumbled mess, I didn’t want to lie to my father, but I didn’t want him to think that I’m sleeping around with just anyone either.
I open the door, my heart beating out of my chest as I scan the open space of the basement. Laughter and voices come from upstairs and filter through.
I walk out with my head held high, knowing that whatever I’m about to say could set in stone the path we are already on. Nervously, I tiptoe up the steps and stop just as I make it to the top.
“Gia.” I can hear the sternness of my father’s voice in the way he says my name, and somehow it still has the same effect on me as it did when I was a preteen.
I tuck my tail between my legs and exit the basement, revealing myself.
“I’m an FBI agent. You can’t tip-toe around me.” He smirks, and I roll my eyes as I walk past him and into the kitchen, leaving him to follow me.
Being a part of the FBI has somehow managed to boost his ego, even though my mother tells me he’s always been this way. His mood seems lighter, and as I gaze around the room looking for Chase I notice he’s still missing, but Taylor is sitting at the island next to my mom and Chance across from them. I wipe my hands on my shorts, feeling as if everyone in the room knows my secret as my dad goes to stand behind my mother’s chair.
“Well,” before I can finish my thought Chase comes up behind me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. The feeling is nice, his body is rigid against my own, but the gesture is stiff, telling me he’s not yet comfortable with the display of affection he is showing me in front of my parents.
“I’m sorry that we met under such crazy circumstances, but I’m Chase Winchester.” He greets my parents the proper way they should be greeted, all while pulling me in tighter to his side. I can feel my chest filling with anxiety as I try to figure out my parent’s straight faces.
“Gia never told us she had a boyfriend.” My father narrows his eyes at Chase. I can tell he doesn’t believe either of us and that in order to pull this off, we had to give him more than that.
“Gia and I have known one another a long time. Our friendship finally grew into something more. It’s a whole new ballpark for the two of us now.” He grins down at me and then to my parents. My stomach feels like it’s on a swaying boat that’s never going to meet the shore.
Silence settles into the room and I wonder if anyone believes the pathetic story we’re telling. Suddenly, my father is moving across the room and not stopping until he’s less than a foot away from Chase’s face. I gauge everyone’s expressions of shock and dismay but see no fear in Chase’s eyes.
My father leans into Chase, and I wonder what’s being said because I can’t hear one single word. His grip on my arm goes slack, his eyes grow large, and a smile forms on his face. This time it’s a real smile, and not one of the fake ones he usually gives.
“Understood?’’ My father questions as he pulls away.
“Got it, sir,” Chase responds, not pissing his pants from the threat I’m sure my dad just gave him.
“I can’t wait to spend more time with all of you, but unfortunately I was only able to get enough time off for the evening, and I wanted to see if Gia wanted to come out to dinner with her mother and I.” He addresses everyone the same way he would his team. I pull away from Chase knowing that things between us have already gone too far. I can’t stand to be this close to him and know that he’s angry because this is nothing more than a show we are putting on.
“I’m ready
whenever you are.” I perk up, grabbing my purse from the counter. I catch the look on Taylor’s face, which tells me we are going to have a girl’s night tonight and it won’t be an easy one with all the secrets I have to spill.
My parents say their goodbyes and my dad even gives Chase a hug.
Maybe, just maybe lying wasn’t the right thing to do. Before I fuck things up anymore, I head for the door saying my own goodbyes and closing it.
Just like I should’ve done before.
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
The shit storm I had decided to stir with Gia King was all my own. Did I have to agree with her, did I have to pretend to be something that I actually wanted to be? You know what was worse? The fact that she didn’t even care that I wasn’t okay with it, or at least she didn’t show it. I didn’t want anything with her to be fake. Which lead me to where I was right this second, with a bottle of whiskey in my hand as I sat in the backyard by the pool. I couldn’t handle being around her, it caused my blood to boil. I wanted to fuck her against the wall and shake her to death at the same time.
“Thank you, for everything…” I can still remember her soft voice from that day her parents caught us when she returned from dinner. It had been a month since I had agreed to pretend to be her boyfriend, it had also been the same amount of time since I actually talked to her. If I didn’t have to speak to her, I didn’t, and that alone caused an ache to form in my chest and anger to radiate throughout me.
Alan Jackson’s Itty Bitty was blaring through the speakers of the outside surround system when Chance threw himself into one of the patio chairs next to me. He had worry wrinkles on his forehead and was covered in a sheen of sweat.
“When did you turn into a drunken country boy?” he asked, smiling as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey from me, taking his own chug from the bottle.