Never Doubt Me: Judge Me Not #2

by S. R. Grey

  Cassie giggles, then says, “I like you, Kay. You’re pretty cool.”

  I’m flattered Will’s girlfriend has decided I’m “cool.”

  We start walking again, and Cassie wants to know, “What’s Chase like?”

  “Oh, that’s easy,” I reply. “He’s basically incredible.”

  “Yeah…” She smiles as she eyes Will. “I believe it. Will is pretty much great, too.”

  “They’re probably a lot alike,” I muse, giving my guy a wistful once-over, as well.

  Cassie sighs and slows, since we’re almost within earshot. “Can I ask you something, Kay?” she quietly murmurs.

  “Sure.”

  “Is Chase really pissed Will drove without a license?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know, Cassie, probably not. I think he just doesn’t want to see Will get into any trouble.”

  “That makes sense,” she replies, nodding. “But, seriously, Will was the logical choice. He’s actually a much better driver than me, especially on the interstates. The trucks get so close when they pass.” She shudders. “Ugh, they freak me out.”

  “I completely understand,” I tell her, since I do. “Trucks make me nervous, too.”

  Cassie quiets, perhaps reflecting, and then she says in a low, low voice, “Will was so cute, Kay. Like the whole way here, he kept doing the sweetest things.”

  I sense she wants to share, so I ask, “Like what?”

  “Well, for starters, he made sure we stopped for meals at what he termed ‘regular intervals.’” She pauses and smiles. “And even though we ate mostly fast food, Will always made sure all the food groups were covered.”

  “That is sweet,” I agree.

  And it is. Will’s obviously a thoughtful kid. And Cassie is sweet, too. I can’t help but smile as she continues to share, quietly but excitedly.

  “Another thing Will insisted on doing was guarding all the ladies’ rooms I went into, especially when I’d stop in to freshen up.” With downcast eyes, Cassie softly adds, “Will told me he was guarding to make sure no perverts snuck in with me.”

  A funny look crosses Cassie’s face when the word “pervert” passes her lips. Chase has told me about her stepdad, some guy named Paul. He’s much younger than Cassie’s mom—closer to Cassie’s age, in fact. He’s supposedly around the house a lot. Used to work in some casino, but he got fired. This is just what Chase has related to me. Will doesn’t share much with him in the way of details, but it’s been made clear Paul spends a lot of his free time basically hitting on Cassie.

  Chase and I worry things will escalate if she doesn’t tell her mother what’s been going on. It’s too much of a burden for Will and Cassie to carry alone. Case in point, running away sure wasn’t the answer.

  I blow out a breath and come up with an idea. Since Cassie seems to like me, maybe I can get her to open up this week. If I can find out more of what exactly goes on in Vegas, perhaps I can convince Cassie to speak with her mom. Will has good intentions, but he’s a guy and can never understand that feeling of powerlessness only women are privy to sometimes.

  I think about my experience with the junkie, the night I was assaulted in the parking lot of my old apartment. I was lucky my assailant was scared away by passing cop cars. I shudder at the thought of what all could have happened that night.

  Cassie, noticing when I cross my arms and shudder again, places her hand on my elbow. “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah.” I nod once. “It’s just kind of chilly. We should go inside the house.”

  Cassie and I walk up the porch steps, and in keeping with my assertion that I’m cold, I suggest to the guys that we all go into the house.

  Chase agrees, and once we’re inside the front hall, he stops and turns to his brother and Cassie. He proceeds to lay out some ground rules. “Like no sneaking off to do God-knows-what,” he says.

  Will and Cassie nod in unison, and Chase adds, “If you’re hungry, there’s grub in the kitchen. Kay and I will wait in the living room so you two can have some alone time before bed.”

  “That was very nice of you,” I say once Cassie and Will are out of hearing range.

  “Yeah, that’s me”—Chase rolls his eyes—“Mr. Nice Guy. We’ll see how long that lasts.”

  Chase is always expecting to screw things up somehow.

  “You’re too hard on yourself,” I tell him, since it’s unfortunately true.

  Chase shrugs his wide shoulders and mumbles, “Whatever, babe.”

  From the kitchen, noises begin to drift out to the hall, Cabinets opening, plates and cups rattling. Someone opens the refrigerator door, and Cassie laughs as she and Will playfully argue over what kind of sandwiches to make.

  “Sounds like they’re having fun,” I say, nudging Chase.

  He smiles and drapes his arm around my shoulder. “Yeah, it does.”

  He leads me into the living room, and once we’re seated on the sofa, Chase draws me into an all-encompassing hug. Now that things are calming, I feel him letting go. Tension in his shoulders and back begins to ease up. I know Chase needs me the most when he holds me like this.

  “You always feel so good,” he murmurs into my hair.

  “Chase…” I release a breath and squeeze him a little tighter.

  After a few minutes, he leans back slightly, says, “Jesus… What a fucking night, yeah?”

  “You’re not kidding,” I agree. “It was a little crazy there for a while.”

  Our arms remain around each another, and our eyes meet. Holding his gaze, I slowly lift the back of his T-shirt. Touching skin to skin always soothes us both, so I continue to touch, trailing my hands along Chase’s heavily muscled back.

  He sighs and closes his eyes.

  “I love how your skin feels,” I whisper.

  His back is warm and smooth, but the texture of his skin differs slightly where his tattoos lie. Chase has several tattoos, all of which I love. From the scroll of words on his left bicep that reads, As I stand before you, judge me not, to the numeral 72 inked on his right bicep.

  All of Chase’s ink is beyond stunning. But my favorite, hands down, is the tattoo on his back.

  With care, I slowly trail my fingertips over the inked wings spanning his shoulders…then skim down to the angel kneeling underneath. I linger when I reach a feather that rains down past the angel. Several more feathers fall nearby. I now touch each one, all the way down to the base of Chase’s back. I’ve learned this ink so well that I don’t need to see his tattoos to know where each one is inked.

  When I reach the feather near the sexy indentation above his left ass cheek, Chase shivers. “Babe, you better stop,” he warns. “You’re making me hard.”

  “So,” I coyly reply, “if that’s the case, does that mean I should sneak back over in a little while?”

  Chase groans and runs his hand up my thigh. He reaches the edge of my shorts, and says, “I like the way you’re thinking, sexy girl.”

  I start to respond, but quickly and without warning, Chase pulls me onto his lap. I giggle and adjust my legs around him.

  When he lifts his hips and presses his arousal into me, I let out on a surprised gasp. Chase wasn’t kidding, he’s hard as steel.

  I circle my hips, creating a little friction that quickens our breaths.

  “Mmm, maybe there’s something to be said for this sneaking-around thing,” I murmur.

  Chase kisses along the shell of my ear and whispers, “You took the words right out of my mouth, baby.”

  “When should I come back over?”

  Chase’s lips move to my mouth, and he kisses me deeply before responding.

  When he gets around to replying, after phenomenal kisses that leave me breathless, he says, “I’m betting my brother will be asleep five minutes after his head hits the pillow. If he’s anything like how he used to be, he’ll be out till morning.”

  I lean my head back slightly. “Hmm… I bet Cassie will sleep just as soundly. From what she told me, t
hey pretty much drove straight through. They have to be exhausted.”

  After a few more kisses, we finalize our plan.

  “I won’t spend the whole night,” I say, “but I’ll stay for a while. Definitely long enough to get you off”—I resume showering Chase with kisses along his jaw—“at least twice.”

  “Once is good enough for me, babe,” Chase replies, chuckling.

  I lean back and give him a questioning look. “You sure?” I ask. “You do realize you’re turning down an extra orgasm?”

  Chase laughs, tells me, “Tonight is all about you, Kay.” He cups my ass while he presses his now unbelievably hard cock up into me. “You feel that?”

  I nod enthusiastically.

  “Good, ’cause I plan to use every inch to make sure you come at least half a dozen times.”

  Damn, how can you argue with that?

  Once Cassie and I are over in my apartment, I help her get settled. And after I let her know she can have my bed, I take a sheet and a blanket out to the living room and make up a bed for myself.

  I fluff up a throw pillow, and then lie down on the sofa. But there’s no relaxing for me. Not when I know I’ll be leaving the apartment soon, and not when I’m too wound up to stop thinking about Chase. Still, I try to rest since I am hoping Cassie is asleep by the time I slip out.

  All I end up doing, though, is tossing and turning. The sheet and blanket get tangled with the peach-colored sleep shorts and matching tee I’m wearing, until I mutter, “Oh hell,” and toss the blanket to the floor.

  Even though I’ve given up on sleeping, Cassie is out. Or so I assume, as there’s a light snore coming from my room. But I want to be certain, so I get up from the sofa and go check on her.

  She is sleeping soundly, with one hand under the pillow and the other resting against the iron bars of the antique headboard at the top of my bed. Tiptoeing silently back to the front of the apartment, I slip on a pair of flip-flops, and then hurry over to the main house.

  When I reach the front door, I find it unlocked, as per my plan with Chase. Quietly, I let myself in. It’s dark in the hall, and it takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, but when I can at least make out shadows and such, I kick off my flip-flops and head upstairs.

  Since I have no idea which bedroom Chase gave to Will, I’m careful walking by all the closed doors. When I reach Chase’s bedroom at the end of the hall, I give the door a light, silent push, allowing enough space for me to slip inside.

  I’ve been fairly quiet up to this point, but Chase wakes immediately when he hears me step into his room.

  Propping himself up on his elbows in his full-size bed, which incidentally makes all the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunch up enticingly, he whispers a sleep-thick, “Hey.”

  He rubs at his eyes, and the sheet slips down far enough for me to see he’s naked—and already hard, if the tented cotton is any indication.

  My pulse races in anticipation as I pause, just a few feet inside the doorway. Chase smiles at me. It never fails to amaze me how unaware he is of how absolutely breathtaking he can be. Like now, tonight, in this moment. I take in his smooth chest, wide and strong, and how his biceps flex when he flips back the sheet to make room for me. I sigh. The man is just perfection.

  “Kay,” he chuckles, the tone of his voice lowering. “Come to me.”

  That’s all I need to hear. I go to him without hesitation.

  I know we don’t have a lot of time, but it doesn’t matter. I’m wet and ready for Chase, like always. He has that effect on me. And my arousal heightens further still as I’m discarding my shirt, shorts, and underwear along the hasty path I blaze to the bed.

  But before I can lie down next to him, Chase reaches up, halting my progress by gently placing his hand on my hip. “Wait,” he says.

  He skims his hand up my side, eliciting a shiver. When he reaches my left breast, he traces little circles around the nipple.

  I lean my head back. “Mmm…”

  With his fingers slowly trailing down my stomach, with the promise of traveling lower, he says, “You’re so beautiful, Kay, standing before me like this, naked, vulnerable—mine.”

  “I am yours,” I murmur.

  Chase’s words stir me. Not just my body, but my heart as well. There is something so raw, so sincere, in the way he speaks. And when it finally gets through to me that this man actually finds me beautiful, a lump forms in my throat. “Chase,” I whisper, my voice cracking, “I don’t deserve you.”

  “Aww, sweet girl, you’ve got that all mixed up.” He pulls me down to him, until my naked body covers his. Wrapping his arms around me, he softly caresses my back and whispers, “I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.”

  Before I can respond, to argue the point, his fingers find my core, effectively silencing me. Chase is so adept, so freaking skilled, that I can no longer think of anything but what he’s doing to me.

  “You’re so wet,” he whispers, shifting beneath me. “It turns me on, Kay, knowing you get this for me, only me.”

  “Only you,” I confirm.

  “Damn straight,” he growls.

  There’s urgency in Chase’s voice, and determination in the way he moves his fingers, circling and plying my clit, moving faster, a little rougher. Chase is suddenly feeling possessive and I like it, a lot. I like it so much that when he slides two fingers into me, his thumb vigorously working my nub, I come apart completely.

  While I’m still climaxing, Chase pulls me roughly to his mouth, as though he has to kiss me. But God, I need to kiss him too. So very, very much.

  Our tongues touch, tasting and exploring. Until, slowly and carefully, Chase rolls me over until I am beneath him. He hovers above me, the way I like, his arms caging me in. The tip of his penis presses at my core. And, God, I’m even wetter than before. With a subtle shift of my hips, he slips right in.

  A moan escapes me, while Chase groans, “Fuck.”

  He lowers his body to me, pressing into mine, giving me more of what I never tire of—more of his weight, more of his cock. As I am stretched and filled by him, he kisses up my neck, over my chin, and to my mouth. With our breaths intermingled, we both still, and he tells me, “I love you.”

  Chase Gartner then gets down to what he does best, fucking.

  I rise to meet his hard thrusts—thrusts that make me cry out his name.

  He pulls out almost all the way at one point, and asks, “Do you love me, Kay?”

  How could I not?

  “Yes,” I pant, writhing. “God, I love you so much, Chase. There aren’t enough words to express how much.”

  And that is when, with one particularly piercing thrust, he fills me again completely.

  I gasp, prompting him to hoist my legs up over his shoulders. He presses his body down to mine, my knees now on either side of my head, and drives into me relentlessly. He makes me say his name again and again, each time more forcefully.

  Soon, I am screaming out, “Chase, yes, Chase,” (among other things) way louder than intended.

  He chuckles, smug that he affects me like this. His hand covers my mouth, and he pumps up into me—once, twice—as he rasps, “My brother may be a sound sleeper, baby girl, but he’s not deaf.”

  He starts to move his hand away from my mouth, but I shake my head, urging him to keep his hand where it is. I like his hand over my mouth, keeping me quiet while he fucks me as only he can do, with power, with finesse.

  He lowers my legs and flattens me to the mattress, his weight pinning me, my already-stimulated nipples tingling as his chest brushes against the hardened peaks. “You like it like this, don’t you?” he asks.

  I nod.

  I am so close, so damn close to coming undone for the second time this night. Chase feels me tensing and picks up the pace. When he lowers his hand to my clit, touching me in the way I like best, I am gone, exploding, my sex milking his cock. Chase releases into me while I ride out my second orgasm of the night.

  While I’m
recovering, dizzy and satiated beyond belief, Chase whispers in my ear, “I’m not done with you yet. By my calculations, I owe you four more orgasms.”

  “Fine by me,” I respond.

  Determined man that he is, Chase gets right back to the business of pleasing me. I close my eyes and savor the feel of his soft, full lips as he kisses his way down my body. And true to his word, throughout the next couple of hours, Chase brings me to orgasm after orgasm, with his mouth, his fingers, and a cock that never seems to tire. Lucky me. Eventually, though, we become too exhausted to move.

  I nod off to sleep, but awaken a while later. Slowly, I reluctantly make myself get out of the toasty warm bed. I try to stay quiet, but as I search for the clothes I discarded when I first entered the room, my movement rouses Chase.

  Sitting up, he says in a sleepy voice, “Stay.”

  “I can’t,” I remind him. “If Cassie wakes up and finds me gone, she’ll wonder where I snuck off to in the middle of the night. I don’t want her to worry or panic the first night she’s here.”

  Chase swings his long legs over the edge of the bed and rubs the back of his neck. “Okay, but don’t go yet. Give me a minute to throw on some shorts and I’ll walk you back over.”

  “I’m good,” I say, laughing. “I think I can make it back across the driveway safely.”

  Chase stands and grabs a pair of discarded basketball shorts from the floor. “Nah.” He pulls the nylon fabric up and adjusts himself. “I’m going with you.”

  “You’re sweet when you’re overprotective,” I tell him on the way back over to my apartment.

  “Maybe I just wanted a few more minutes alone with you,” he replies, leaning into me.

  “And that”—I bump my hip to his leg—“is why I love you so much.”

  “And here I thought you were just using me for sex.”

  “There is that too,” I shoot back, smiling.

  “You’re turning into a bigger smart-ass than me,” he quips.

  “I had a good teacher,” I tell him.

  Our banter continues until we reach the door to my apartment. We quiet as Chase comes in with me. Together, we check in on Cassie. She’s still sleeping soundly, oblivious to my little excursion next door.