Chasing Him

by Kennedy Fox

  “I want you so fucking bad,” he says between kisses.

  “I wanted you first,” I admit, resting my forehead against his.

  John smiles against my lips. “That’s probably true.”

  It shouldn’t feel like home being with him like this, but it does.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  JOHN

  I stand and grab Mila’s hand and walk her over to Shadow.

  “There’s no way I can get on,” she tells me looking up at me then glancing at the dress she’s wearing. I lead Shadow to the bench close to the fire, place my leg over until I’m sitting tall. She stands on the wood, and I hold my hand out for her, pulling her up, allowing her leg to swing over until she’s sitting behind me. Her hands snake around my waist tightly, and I place one of my hands on hers as I hold the reins with the other.

  “We’re gonna go slow,” I tell her and hear her gulp behind me, which makes me chuckle. I don’t correct her assumptions and explain I was talking about riding because the truth is, I don’t want to rush with Mila. I want to spend every second I can with her and cherish it all while I can because soon, she’ll be in Georgia, taking my heart with her.

  She holds me tighter, leaning her head against my back.

  “The stars are beautiful,” she whispers. “I’ve never seen so many in my life.”

  “What stars?” I tease. “You’re the only beautiful thing I see around here.” The silence between us lingers on, and I wish I could see her face and try to figure out what she’s thinking. Sometimes she’s an enigma, a hard egg to crack, while other times I can read her like a book. Maybe this time, I stepped over the line, and perhaps she’s regretting it all. Now I’m stuck in my head, second-guessing everything. Regardless, I won’t be the man who holds her back from her dreams, regardless if she looks at me like she wishes I’d beg her to stay.

  “It’s going to be different when you’re gone,” I finally say as the barn lights come into view. I asked Jackson to leave them on after he put hay out for the horses tonight.

  “Shh. Let’s not talk about it anymore.” Her voice is light, but I understand. I’ve been trying to forget about it since I heard her on the phone with her cousin.

  “Okay. Not another mention of it tonight.” I promise myself I won’t, though it’s the only thing running through my mind right now.

  “Thank you.” She squeezes me a little tighter, and it hurts my heart.

  We continue forward, entering the barn, and I pull back the reins. Shadow stops beside the stepladder, and I look over my shoulder at Mila with a grin. The wind blows her dark brown hair in her face, and she tucks it behind her ears before repositioning her body to slide off. I jump off the other side, grab the saddle pad and place it upside down in the tack room to let it dry. Mila watches me as I brush him down, remove his bridle, and let him loose. Barely allowing me to move out of his way, Shadow takes off in a full sprint to the pasture, bucking as soon as his hoofs hit the grass, which makes me chuckle.

  The barn light casts down on Mila, and as cheesy as it sounds, she looks like a cowgirl angel in her white sundress and cowboy boots. Absolutely stunning. She sucks on her bottom lip before I go to her. It takes all of five steps to close the space between us. Grabbing her face in my hands, I kiss her like I’ll never get to kiss her again, and where it stands, I might not. I pour every bit of emotion I have left and feel her tension unravel by my touch. Taking a few steps back, the only thing that stops us from completely toppling over is a stall door. We almost lost control, again, but this time without interruption. Or that’s what I think until I hear muffled laughter behind me.

  Mila freezes, and I turn and look at Jackson who’s standing with a shit-eating grin spread wide across his face. His arms are crossed over his chest, and all I want to do is throat punch him. It’s almost as if the universe is against us, or Jackson is.

  “Peculiar,” he says, rubbing his hand across the stubble he’s grown, to copy me.

  I huff. “Don’t you have someone else’s life to ruin right now?”

  I glance at Mila who straightens her stance, and by the look on her face, it seems as if she wants to punch Jackson too. Her lips are swollen, her hair is tousled, and there’s no denying where that would’ve led without a rude interruption.

  “I thought there wasn’t anythin’ going on between you two.” He narrows his eyes, looking at the both of us. “I knew it. And now Alex owes me a hundred bucks. Thanks, bro.” Jackson walks closer until he’s standing a few feet from us.

  “What are you doin’ here anyway?” I ask, placing my arms over my chest. I almost feel as if I’m looking in the mirror, by his stance.

  “I came to double-check the riding schedule tomorrow and noticed the lights were still on so wanted to make sure you got back safely, and I didn’t need to send out a rescue team or anything.”

  “Please. You know I know those trails like the back of my hand.”

  He laughs. “Yeah, just fuckin’ with you. Wanted to catch you with the nanny. Put the hay out for the horses and waited around.” Jackson smiles real big as if he’s proud of himself.

  “You’re an asshole.” I grab Mila’s hand and pull her past him.

  “Did you find what you were looking for?” she asks.

  “Sure did,” he tells her, laughing.

  As we walk toward the house, the lights in the barn flicker off. Mila looks up at the stars, and it makes me smile. “We’ll have to come out really late one night, so you can see the Milky Way. It’ll blow your mind. Sometimes, it’s so bright, it actually lights up the ground.”

  “Really? That almost seems unbelievable.” She stops and continues to look up. I wrap my arm around her shoulder, and we stand there for a moment, enjoying the view.

  “I can see about three stars in Atlanta. Have to drive farther out of the city to see more than a handful,” she explains.

  Jackson walks past us, his boots kicking up dust. “Y’all have a goooooooooood night.”

  “Shut up,” I mumble, but all he does is laugh as he walks toward his truck.

  After a few more moments, we watch his taillights fade in the distance, and Mila and I walk inside the house. The silent conversation streaming between us is so intense that it draws us closer together. Mila’s chest rises and falls as I grab her cheeks in my hands. I search her face, asking for approval, before her eyes fluttered closed and her lips trace mine. We take it slow, not rushing, as our tongues tangle together. Though we’re both gasping for air, neither of us stop. We can worry about breathing later.

  Mila’s fingers find the button to my pants, then my zipper, and I stop her before she pushes my jeans to my ankles.

  “Mila, are you sure about this?” I ask lowly, considering she’s bringing this to the next level.

  She places her finger over my mouth and smiles. “I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.”

  My lips gravitate to hers, and I run my fingers through her long hair until we’re entirely desperate for one another. I grab her hand and lead her into my bedroom. Once inside, I click on the small lamp next to the bed, allowing it to cast a warm glow throughout the room. Our eyes meet, and it’s all the permission I need.

  Mila takes a few steps toward me, wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls my face to hers. As she kisses me, her hands find her way to the buttons on my shirt, and she carefully undoes each one. She moans against my mouth as she unzips my pants and pushes my jeans down along with my boxers. Glancing down, she palms my dick and strokes her hand up and down until it’s hard and firm in her grip. She sucks on her bottom lip before running her tongue across it, which causes me to release a throaty moan. I’ve fantasized about this very moment for months.

  Not wanting to wait any longer, I kick off my boots and step out of my jeans. I run my fingers up Mila’s thighs and pull her dress over her head. Goose bumps cover her skin as she stands confidently in her bra and panties. I pepper kisses along her shoulder and up her neck until I reach the shell of
her ear.

  “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Mila.” I reach behind her, unclasping the white silk bra from her body. It falls to the ground, and I can’t help admiring her perky breasts. I dip down, placing one nipple in my mouth and flick my tongue against the peak. Her head falls back as her breathing increases. I softly run my fingers down her body, between her legs, and place my hand on the outside of her panties.

  “You’re so wet,” I say, hooking my fingers at the top of her panties and pushing them down so I can explore more of her.

  “You do that to me,” she admits with a devilish grin on her face as she steps out of her panties.

  She’s standing completely naked in my room with nothing on but cowboy boots, and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

  I pop up an eyebrow, studying every inch of her beautiful body. “Really?”

  “Every damn day.” She comes closer to me and just when I’m about to throw her on my bed, she surprises me and falls to her knees. Mila tilts her head back and makes eye contact with me as she takes me into her mouth, and fuck, it’s the sexiest fantasy to ever come true.

  Slowly, she teases me with her tongue. I feel weightless as she starts stroking and sucking at the same time. I close my eyes, enjoying her as she runs her fingers up my thighs. For the past few months, I thought Mila was nothing more than an innocent woman, but as she takes all of me between her lips, that image of her melts. I like this side of her, the one where she has full control and takes what she wants.

  Carefully, she cups my balls and the sensation of her warm mouth on my cock has my entire world spinning around me. It’s so intense that it feels as if my knees may buckle out from under me. When I open my eyes and see Mila watching me, the intensity between us heightens to a level I’ve never felt before. She licks her tongue up my length before wrapping her lips around the tip and sucking until her cheeks go hollow.

  Being with Mila like this is nothing I could’ve ever imagined. It’s more than just a hookup and each kiss and touch we exchange brings truth to that. The attraction has been undeniable from the beginning, but what we share is much more than that. With each stroke, I’m unraveling from the core, and I need to stop her before I explode in her pretty, wet mouth. I don’t want to come this soon already even though she begs with her eyes to bring me there.

  Grabbing Mila’s hand, I place her on the bed, just enough where her perky ass hangs off the edge.

  “My turn,” I tell her as I remove her cowboy boots and throw them behind me. She props herself up on her elbows, watching me as I part her legs and loop one over my shoulder. I press the softest of kisses on her ankle, then up her calf, and toward her inner thigh until I reach paradise. She puts her bottom lip in her mouth as I tease her perfectly shaved pussy with kisses. The stubble on my face presses against her sensitive parts, and she pushes harder against me as I tease her to the max. She lets out a sigh of frustration, and I chuckle against her skin.

  Before she can say a word, I lick up her slippery slit, and when my tongue presses against her hard nub, she releases a loud, throaty moan. I continue, giving her everything she’s begging for. I take my time with her, enjoying her sweet taste, and when she grabs the blanket with tight fists and arches her back, I know she’s close. I place one finger inside and groan at how tight she is, and when she writhes around me, I add a second finger.

  “Yes, yes,” she whispers, grinding her hips harder against my face, telling me exactly what she wants. My tongue circles her clit in slow, calculated movements, and I know she’ll explode any minute. Instead of giving her the release her body begs for, I feather kisses on her thighs.

  “Please,” she begs as her chest rapidly rises and falls. “Don’t stop.”

  “Patience, sweetheart.” I smile against her skin, moving back to her sweet spot. As her orgasm continues to build, Mila’s moans become more intense, but I continue taking my time until she spills over with relief. She buckles beneath me, gasping and moaning, unraveling from the core. I grab her ass, pulling her closer to me, opening her thighs farther apart, wanting to taste every drop of her sweetness.

  I stand and look at her, watching her as she’s completely lost in her own world. She scoots farther up the bed, and I crawl over her body, hovering above her mouth. Our lips slam together with desperation, and I don’t know how much longer I can wait to be inside her. Mila scratches her fingernails down my back, mixing pleasure with pain, and looks up at me with her big blue eyes.

  “I need you,” she begs as my dick plays against her slick opening.

  Keeping my eyes tranced on her, I enter and claim her with everything I am. She gasps, and her mouth falls open as I fill her with my length. I wait for a moment as her body adjusts, and feeling how tight she is, I don’t want to hurt her. Once she gives me the slightest nod of approval, I dip my head down closer.

  Placing my face in her hands, she leans up and kisses me as I slowly move in and out of her. Our moans mix with pleasure, and I feel as if I’m losing myself, completely unraveling with her with each movement. We’re ravenous animals, fulfilling the other’s need, but allowing ourselves to be vulnerable to the way we feel, the way I think we’ve both always felt. Deep in my heart, I knew this would eventually happen, and right now, I’m wondering why I was so hesitant to give her my heart. Being with a woman has never felt so right, and now I can admit how wrong I was for pushing her away.

  “John,” she whispers, her eyes fluttering open. “I’m so close.”

  I don’t speed up but continue at the same pace, giving it to her deeper. I know I’m close as well, and I need to feel her, all of her, as she comes.

  “Oh my—” It’s the only words she gets out before she buckles beneath me. Pulling me closer as she arches her hips, begging for more. There’s an overwhelming sense of need with each thrust, and then she loses herself. As Mila trembles underneath me, her head tilts back as she wraps her legs around my waist and moan-screams my name. So goddamn sexy.

  Her pussy tightens around me, and I can’t hold back any longer. We’re tumbling together, lost in the sensation, only to find full satisfaction. The smiles on our faces don’t falter, and I plant soft kisses on her lips, not ever wanting to stop.

  “That was…” she lingers, still panting.

  “Fucking incredible,” I finish for her with a smile.

  “Yes,” she agrees with a laugh.

  I kiss the top of her nose. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  Once we’re back in my bed, I lie on my side and look over at Mila who’s staring at me with a sheepish grin. Her sun-kissed naked body glows, and I try to memorize her at this very moment with messy hair, swollen lips, and satisfaction written on her face. When our eyes meet, I feel as if I’m falling, and I hope I never find the ground. She scoots closer, and I wrap my arms around her small frame and hold her tightly in my arms.

  My fingertips brush across the softness of her skin, and she hums against my chest as I kiss her forehead. Our bodies tangle together, holding the other like we never want to let go, and for the first time in my life—I don’t. I feel our hearts beating in rhythm, together in motion, and I can’t help but smile for the thousandth time since Mila barged into my life and turned it upside down.

  And I hope it never goes back.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  MILA

  John’s fingers trace along my arm without realizing the way it affects me. It sends shivers down my spine and fills my stomach with butterflies. Everything about him has an effect on me, and the fact that we’ve finally succumbed to the inevitable doesn’t stop my body and heart reacting to every look, touch, and kiss.

  “So…you want to explain the tattoo on your inner thigh?” I break the silence while trying to hold back my laughter. “Or should I just conclude all of your tattoos are due to stupidity with Jackson?”

  He holds me tighter, and when I tilt my head to look up at him, he’s chuckling as a hint of blush surfaces.

  “Saw that, did
ya?” He looks at me with a smirk.

  “Well for a split second, I thought it was real and about to attack my face.” I wrap my arm around his waist tighter, wanting to feel as close to him as possible.

  He laughs again, and I love the way it sounds in my ear. “My dick or the tattoo?”

  My head falls back with laughter again, and just when I’m about to tell him to stop stalling, his mouth latches to mine. His hand slides up my body and cups my breast, teasing my nipple as he deepens his tongue.

  “Wait a minute…” I say against his mouth, pushing him back. “Don’t distract me with your kisses.”

  “Why not?” he asks, bringing his mouth to my neck. “You don’t like my kisses?”

  I moan, enjoying his kisses. A lot. “You’re avoiding my question.”

  “It was a dare,” he finally responds, bringing his mouth back to mine.

  I pull back, so I can look at him. “Another dare? Is there nothing better to do down here than dare each other with tattoos?” I quip.

  “Oh, there is…much worse than tattoos.” He grins.

  “Somehow I don’t even doubt that,” I say. “Okay, so why a scorpion?”

  “You mean why not a scorpion!”

  I narrow my eyes, confused about this whole thing.

  “Scorpion are known for passion, attraction, and sexual energy.”

  “Y’all pretty fond of yourselves.” I deadpan, pretending not to be amused. “So does Jackson have one of those too?”

  “Yes but…”

  “Don’t even tell me. I want to be able to look him in the eyes without picturing it.”