“What if I haven’t learned?” I ask. It’s easy to say that I won’t do it again, but I never thought I would cheat again, even if it were just one meaningless kiss with someone else.
“You have.” Just like that. She seems so sure.
“How do you know?”
“I just do, Chase. You said you don’t ever want to hurt me.” She sits up on her knees, coming closer to me. “And I believe you.” She lifts her hands to cup my face in her palms. “You’re not going to hurt me,” she murmurs against my lips. “Not now.” A sweet kiss grazes my lips. “Not ever.” Another soft peck. She pulls back and holds my face in front of hers, staring deep into my eyes. “You’re not your dad, Chase. I trust you.”
No words have ever sounded so good. I wrap my hand around Tiffany’s waist and pull her underneath me in one swift movement. “I’ll never do anything to lose that trust, Tiff. Your words, your trust…they mean so much to me. More than you’ll ever know.”
Somehow this woman understands me. She listens to me and gets me. And she trusts me. Something I never thought I’d ever get from another woman in my life.
And I won’t betray that trust.
Ever.
CHAPTER TWELVE - Chase
Tiffany’s gorgeous body is underneath mine. My heart pounds against my chest and I’m breathless.
“I haven’t even kissed you or touched you yet, and I’m so nervous. I want to savor this moment forever.”
She smiles up at me, tears filling her eyes. “Well don’t make me wait forever. This is only the first time of many, Chase Marino. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
“Which will be forever.”
Tiffany inhales a deep breath and exhales as I lower my lips to hers. It’s even better than the first time. Her soft lips meld to mine as I press gentle chaste kisses to her mouth. Our lips intertwine savoring every moment we’re together. My hand slides down the length of her body and hooks under her knee as the material of her sexy black dress cascades down her thigh. Her hands trail down my back pulling me closer to her. Our bodies rock together in rhythm with our slow kisses.
“Mr. Marino,” she says, grabbing my ass.
“Hmm?”
“I want you naked.”
My senses go on heightened alert at those four short words. My intent was to go slow, but Tiffany has other plans.
I lean back on my calves, untuck my shirt and peel it off. “Better?” I ask.
She reaches for my belt. “Getting there.”
Tiffany studies me as I get off the bed. I make quick work of my buckle and my pants drop to the floor. Then, I pull off my socks and finally drop my black boxer briefs.
“Perfection,” she says, holding out her hands. “I always had a feeling you worked out, but I would have never guessed you’d be chiseled and flawless under your button-up shirts and khaki pants.”
I laugh as I kneel down on her bed again. She reaches down to the hem of her dress. “No, let me.”
She starts tossing pillows off her bed before leaning back: Her arms falling back and resting above her head. Her hair spread out wildly in every direction. She’s breathtaking.
The zipper on the side of her dress is calling my name. I reach over and begin to pull it down.
“How did you know that was there?”
I arch my brow at her. “Honey, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to get you naked since you walked into the dance tonight. I knew exactly where this was fastened about eight seconds after you started talking to me.”
She waves her hand. “Well then, carry on.”
She cracks me up. Normally, I’d like to get right to it, but Tiff’s commentary has me chuckling inside.
I lean down and press my lips to hers again. Just for a few seconds. It had already been way too long since I last kissed her. Then I sit up again and go to work on sliding down that zipper. I peel her dress to the side and shimmy it down her body, then toss it on the floor.
Her hot pink bra and panties have my dick twitching with delight. My uptight student teacher with the grandma cardigan and baggy dress pants has a killer body, a six-pack even and she’s wearing sinful lingerie. I could cry, I’m so hard and dying to get inside her.
“Do you wear these to work?” I slide my finger along the waistband of her satin underwear.
“Sure do.”
I groan. “I’ll never be able to concentrate again. This is all I’ll be thinking about.” I lower my body on top of her, careful not to crush her. My face is just inches from hers and I can feel her warm breath against my lips. “Are you sure, Tiffany? It’s not too late to stop. You can stop me at any time. We haven’t done anything yet. And we don’t have to.”
“Chase, I’m not going to stop you. I want this. More than you know.”
My lips brush against hers, slowly at first. Just soft kisses to tell her how much she means to me, how much I care. I place kisses down her neck and along her collarbone before I reach her cleavage. Her breath catches when I drag my teeth over the material of her bra.
Tiffany reaches for the front of it, unhitches the clasp, takes it off her shoulders and tosses it on the floor next to her dress and my clothes.
“I thought I was going to do that,” I say before getting a good look at the perfection of Tiffany’s full breasts.
“Honey, I want to be naked with you already. You’re teasing me and I’m about to die. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want to touch every part of you and I want you to touch every part of me.”
“There’s no rush, Tiff. I’m not going anywhere. We have the rest of our lives to be naked together.”
She yanks down her panties and tosses those to the floor too. “We have the rest of our lives to take our time and go slow. Right now, Chase Marino, I want you deep inside me and making me scream your name.” She reaches down and takes hold of my cock. She strokes it so good I groan with pleasure. “See, you’re ready.” Then she grabs my hand, and touches it to her wet pussy. “And as you can feel, I’m ready too. So get busy.”
“Fuck, who knew you were a little vixen underneath that all-business exterior?”
“I had you fooled.” She reaches down to take off her last piece of clothing. Her black boots.
“Oh no, honey. Those are staying on.” She looks like a fucking centerfold: Her pink nipples pulled tight for me, her skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, a perfectly landscaped dusting of hair between her legs, and her plump lips, that are begging to be kissed. But only I get to see her. She’s all mine.
I leave my hand where she left it, sliding one finger inside her and watching her breath hitch. Her breaths come quicker when I slide in a second. Slowly, teasing her at first and then going deeper with each stroke. I rub her sensitive spot with my thumb. She moans and lifts her hips into my hand.
“Oh my god. You’re going to make me go with just your fingers.” Her head tilts back and her eyes close. I keep working my fingers in and out of her until her panting comes so loud that I know if I keep going she’s going to come for me. I remove my hand from between her legs and stretch out on top of her. I start sprinkling kisses down her body from her tight nipples to her flat stomach and down to her mound. I kiss her folds, sucking on her lips until I hear her breathing hard again. She tastes so sweet that I can’t get enough. I settle my shoulders under her thighs and suck on and lick every part of her center while I push my fingers deep inside her. My teeth graze against her nub and that’s enough to send her over the edge. Her hands grasp the back of my head and pull on my hair, holding me into place as she rides the waves of her orgasm. I continue to feast on her until she falls back and relaxes into her bed with a moan that will forever be ingrained into my senses. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life listening to my Tiffany come.
“Holy shit, Chase. I think I may have just died. Give me a second to catch my breath and then it’s your turn,” she says, reaching down and sliding her hand up and down my dick.
“Not tonight, honey. I’m
about to explode right now and when I do, I want to be inside you.” I lean off the side of the bed, searching for my pants. I find them, dig my wallet out of my pocket and take out a condom.
“Can I put it on you?” she asks.
I swear she’s trying to kill me. I’d gladly die a slow death, just not until after I’ve made sweet love to my girl. I hand over the foil packet, unable to resist her request.
She sheaths me in no time, and I settle myself between her smooth legs.
I rest my elbows on either side of her head and look at her. Soak her in with every part of my soul. My heart beats faster and faster the longer I gaze into those warm brown eyes. She’s beautiful inside and out. My eyes well up at the intensity I’m feeling. Sex has never been so emotional for me. But then again, I’ve never had sex, or made love with anyone who truly knows me. Understands me, and all my faults, and yet still trusts me and wants to be with me.
Before the tears fall, I press my lips to Tiffany’s. I kiss her gently, sliding my tongue across her mouth as she invites me in. Our tongues duel it out fiercely and hungrily. This is something that we’ve both wanted for so long and it’s finally going to happen. The tip of my dick presses against the folds of Tiffany’s pussy. Our breaths quicken as I push inside her. Slowly. Stroke by stroke, inch by inch, until our hips touch and I’m buried fully inside her. The feel of her wrapped around my cock is more than I can take. I have to stop moving to get myself to hang on.
“You feel so good,” I tell her. I kiss her lips harder and push my tongue inside of her mouth tasting all she has to give. And then, I start rocking my hips into her again, feeling that overwhelming sensation as my dick slides in and out from the tip to the base.
“Don’t hold back, Chase.” Her hands slide down my back and grasp my ass. She wraps her legs around my waist and the heels of her boots dig into my ass too. That’s enough to set me on fire.
I kiss her one last time, grab hold of her sweet ass and pull her into me. She matches each thrust with a rock of her hips. The sound of our panting breaths and skin slapping against each other rings in my ears as I give her everything I’ve got. Her hold on my ass grows tighter as she starts to scream my name. “Chase, Chase. Oh. My. God!”
My balls tighten with every call of my name. Her walls squeeze my cock like a vice and now it’s my turn to call out her name. “Tiffany, honey. Yes!” I grunt as I come, her pussy milking me for every last drop.
I collapse on top of her, my sweaty body sliding against hers. I bury my face into her neck and she threads her fingers through my damp hair.
“Chase, that was more than amazing.” She presses her lips to my temple. “I can’t wait for round two.”
Round two? Already. Oh shit. My girl must read the same romance novels I do.
I kiss her on the forehead, on both her cheeks, her chin and then her lips. “How about some water and a nap first?”
“We can do that.”
I hop off the bed and go into the bathroom to ditch the condom.
When I come back, Tiffany has turned over the covers and is lying inside of them. I slide in next to her and pull her backside against my front. Her back pressed firmly against my chest and my arms wrapped around her, spooning her like there’s no tomorrow.
“I love you, Tiffany.”
She tilts her head back and places a kiss on my lips. “I know you do.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN - Summer
“Sweetheart, don’t worry about the games. Our wedding is more important than the World Series.”
I can’t believe he just said that with a straight face. “People get married all the time, Dean. The Dodgers and the Angels don’t just play in the World Series every year. Can you tell me how many times this has happened in the history of baseball?”
He closes his eyes and holds up his index finger with a sigh. “Once. This year.”
We’ve gone over this a million times. This is history we’re talking about. Our teams are making history and our wedding is happening right in the middle of it.
“Come on. The chances of them going seven games are slim to none. We’re not changing the date, Summer. Everything is already paid for, the invitations are already sent. If you want, we’ll collect everyone’s phones on the way in and lock the guests inside the ballroom until we leave for our honeymoon. That way no one will spill the beans before we see the game.” He reaches out to me, placing his hands on my arms and hauling me into his chest for a hug. He wraps his arms around me while mine are at my side as I pout.
“You would do that for me?” I ask.
“You have to know by now that I would do anything for you.” He kisses the top of my head. I know he would. I’ve never had any doubts with Dean. It’s been pure trust and love since the day I met him.
“Now,” he swats me on the ass, “are you ready to go home yet?”
I look around my classroom trying to decide if I’ve finished everything on my to-do list. “I think so.”
“Until the wedding is over, I’d suggest you cut back on all the assignments you have to grade. You’re going to drive yourself crazy with all this work.”
“I need to keep myself busy so I don’t go crazy with wedding details. Or the games.” I groan. “Thank god for Mel and Shelly or I’d really be in the loony bin about now.”
We both laugh, but a knock at my door has us cutting our conversation short.
“Hey,” Chase says as he steps into my classroom.
“Hey,” I say back. Dean doesn’t say anything. He shifts so his body is slightly in front of mine. He doesn’t make a big show of it, but it’s obvious enough.
“I was hoping you would both be here. I stopped by your class first, but you weren’t there.” He says to Dean. “I didn’t want to come by and talk to Summer without talking to you first.”
“What’s up, Chase?” I ask him. I can’t imagine for the life of me why he’d want to talk to me, or my fiancé. I’ve been as civil as I can be at work. I don’t know what else he could want.
“I came by because I need to apologize.”
“Chase, come on…” I start to cut him off, but Dean puts his hand out to stop me.
“Sweetheart, let him talk.”
Chase looks down for a moment, and takes a deep breath before raising his head to look at us again. “I didn’t come here to upset you, Summer. Either of you. It’s just something I needed to do. I’ve been thinking about the past a lot, and my past includes both of you. I’m not proud of what I did to either of you. I’m actually quite ashamed.” He pauses. “Dean, I know this is long overdue, but I’m sorry. I really am. You were a good friend to me and I betrayed that friendship.”
Dean stiffens. “You did more than betray my trust, Chase. You left me to deal with a pregnant girlfriend that I never even slept with.” It’s rare that Dean raises his voice, but it’s understandable considering the circumstances.
Chase shakes his head. “I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I never slept with Molly either. We did stuff. I’m not going to lie about that, but we never had sex. I didn’t get her pregnant.”
“This is crazy. Then who did?” Dean asks.
“I don’t know for sure. We only hooked up once. My dad made me go to his house for a visit, we got into a fight and I left. I went to a party and got wasted. Shel wasn’t there and neither were you, so one thing led to another, but it didn’t involve sex. I do know that a few football players were worried that either one of them could’ve been the father.”
“Holy shit!” I yell. “Who was this girl?”
Dean shakes his head. “I don’t know anymore.”
“Yeah, it was a surprise to me too. I didn’t find out until much later that she told you I was the one who knocked her up or I might have said something. By the time I found out, I just figured the damage was done. You were away at college and so was I. I didn’t see the point in bringing it up.”
Dean doesn’t say anything and neither do I.
“Anyway, I just
wanted to apologize.”
Dean nods.
“And Summer,” he turns to me. “I don’t even know where to start.” He pauses again. “God, I was awful. First, I want to tell you that I’m so happy for you. You guys are so lucky to have each other. I’m glad you found each other and I wish you the best in your marriage.”
I smile, thinking about getting hitched to this hunk of a sexy man standing next to me.
“When we broke up, I was so messed up in the head I swear I could’ve been classified as insane. It had nothing to do with you, I had my own issues that I was dealing with and I took it all out on you, and Shelly too. Neither of you, or Dean or Matt, deserved the shit I put you through. Especially you. For the last year, I keep replaying in my mind how I held onto your arm. I know I hurt you and that will always be my biggest regret. I’m so, so damn sorry.”
I don’t know what to say. This is like a completely different Chase. He’s almost the guy I fell in love with years ago. Even better, maybe.
“That one night when I got drunk and couldn’t shut my mouth, you told me that I ruined everything I touched. That if I didn’t straighten my shit out and come to my senses, I was going to die a lonely man. Thank you for putting me in my place and saying those things. I think I’ve finally got my shit straight. I don’t want to die a lonely man. So that’s why I had to come to you guys, so that I could apologize and let you know that I won’t be giving you any trouble. I’m not that guy anymore. You both have moved on and are so happy. I just want to do the same thing.”
My eyes tear up a bit. Okay, a lot. He’s got me all choked up.
Dean is the first to make a move.
“Thanks, Chase. I really appreciate you coming to talk to us. I know it wasn’t easy.” He holds out his hand to him, and the tears fall from my eyes. “And just so you know, I didn’t seek out Summer because she was your ex-girlfriend. I really didn’t know. And I’m glad I didn’t. Or else I probably would’ve stayed away.”
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