Thunder Rolls (The Almeida Brothers Trilogy Book 2)

by Trevion Burns

  She smiled at him. “That I really am a monster.”

  A pained gleam crossed his eyes, and he took her wrist, pulling her in. Their fingers dug into each other’s thighs the moment their lips met, bodies ready to satiate a need that their hearts hadn’t yet finished tangling with. His tongue dipped out and touched hers, gently, pulling back with a frown.

  “Beautiful monster,” he whispered, trying to smile.

  “Maybe I became one when I was twelve.” Lila shook her head. “Maybe all the good in me is gone.”

  “No. Stop.” He took her cheeks in his hands, waiting for her eyes to meet his. “Why do you continue to say negative things about yourself in front of me? I’m not going to tolerate that, Lila.” Chase took her chin, lifting it.

  The understanding in his eyes amazed her. He knew what she was saying without her having even said it, could see what she was feeling in her eyes without her ever having expressed it. That strange sensation, the one that overrode the guilt and the fear by miles, bubbled up inside of her again. It tightened her stomach, seized her heart, and wet her eyes.

  “Lila, how can you still deny what we have? What we mean to each other? It’s real. On a deeper level than anyone will ever understand. Hell, I don’t even understand it sometimes.”

  “Me either.”

  “I don’t always understand it, but I have always known it was real. And fuck anyone who thinks otherwise. If they don’t understand us, they never will. We shouldn’t be in the business of changing people’s minds. We should be too busy enjoying each other.”

  “I think you’re living in a dream.”

  “Since the moment you kissed me back in Brooklyn, yeah. I have been living in a dream. You are my dream, Lila. There’s nothing anyone could ever say, not even you, that will make me believe different.”

  Lila’s eyes grew watery.

  His voice lowered. “You could have had me then, back when I was thirteen. Fourteen. Sixteen. I loved you with every part of me, and you could have had every part of me. My dick swelled to insane proportions at the mere thought of you. That hasn’t changed, obviously.” He looked down into his lap, and their smiling eyes met. “But at sixteen? Baby, I wanted it so bad. I would have died for it. I would’ve.”

  She smiled gently.

  “You didn’t give. I wanted you so badly, I pushed for you so hard, but you didn’t give. And thank god, because you would’ve destroyed me. It wasn’t time for us. I wasn’t ready. Thank god at least one of us knew that.”

  She pressed her forehead to his.

  “Lila, you saved my life.” He shook her gently. “You’re not a monster. You’re not Josh. You’re not anyone who’s hurt you in the past. You’re Lila James. You’re the woman that’s stepped up to bat against Harvard, guns blazing, by yourself, to protect a girl who doesn’t even like you.”

  “Julie likes me,” Lila cried, pulling back.

  “She hates you. She really does.”

  “She does?” she whispered.

  “She hates you because she knows how much I love you. You’re the love of my life.” His hand clutched at her cheek. “We’re not doing anything wrong, baby.”

  She placed her hand on top of his. It shook. She wet her lips, panting softly.

  “And when I cum inside you tonight, we still won’t be doing anything wrong. And we still won’t be doing anything wrong the time after that, or the time after that, because this is real.” His thumb moved back and forth across her cheek as his gaze crashed into hers. With a deep breath, he moved his hand from her cheek to her collarbone, brushing the gold dove necklace with the tips of his knuckles.

  “Do you want to eat first?” he whispered.

  Lila’s eyes rose to his, fell to his parted lips, and then fluttered closed.

  And she shook her head no.

  Chase stood from his chair, leaned down, and caught her lips with his, muffling the moan that he knew was coming with a soft taste of his tongue.

  She instinctively locked her thighs around his waist from where he was bent over her chair, arms slinging around his neck.

  He lifted her with ease, craning his neck back as he stood tall, not breaking their kiss for a moment.

  Lila tightened her arms around his neck and tilted her head to deepen it, their battling lips never once faltering as he moved towards the house with her cradled in his arms.

  16

  It all flew by in a blur. All she could see were the fireworks shooting under her tightly closed eyelids. All she could feel were his hot hands traveling all over her, his hungry tongue tasting her lips and her sweaty skin, his dick pressing hard into the hotbed of her bottoms. All she could think was how badly she needed him inside her. She didn’t even notice they were in the master bedroom until she’d fallen onto the plush white duvet.

  He zeroed in on top of her, cradling his arms on either side of her body as his lips and tongue reclaimed their place sucking heavily on the skin beneath her jaw.

  “Yes,” she breathed, taking his arms in her hands. His biceps flexed where she touched him, sending her body spiraling into overdrive. Her chest began to heave. She knew what the right thing to do here was. The smart thing. The thing that wouldn’t send her life into a complete tailspin. The thing that wasn’t wrong in every way. That thing wasn’t something she was prepared to give. Looking at him, the wrong answer seemed so right.

  “I need you so bad,” he breathed against her skin, lapping up the slightly sweaty taste until it glistened. He moved his attentions to her collarbone, hypnotized by the sound of her breathy pants. He’d fantasized about what her desire would sound like spilling from her lips for so long, but the real thing was better than anything he could have imagined. It infiltrated his senses and shot through his veins with a fury, hardening him and softening him all at once. pumping through him with more power than his blood.

  “I need it, too.” She clawed her fingers into the back of his head. “I need you.”

  Pushing up on his arms, his lips rediscovered their purpose at the dip of her neck, egged on when she released a shuddering moan. He’d found her spot, the one that made her breathing heavy, her heart hammer, and her legs spread, even if against her own volition, and he hit that spot with intention, sucking the skin hard.

  She screamed out. Her legs splayed wide as she tugged at his waist, trying to pull his body down. She wanted all of his weight on her, his chest against her chest, his thighs against her thighs. More than anything, she wanted his dick between her legs, deep inside, working away the rapid pulsations that grew in persistence every second, and was now slowly driving her insane.

  “I know you want it, baby. I know you do,” he gasped, between fervent kisses. His hand came up to cup her jaw as he licked the dip in her neck with purpose.

  Her skin trembled where he kissed her, the heat washing over her skin, leaving her so wet with need that she began grinding against herself. Her thighs pressed together, looking for friction that barely satiated the need for him.

  “Please, Chase.” When her begging went ignored, she pressed her thighs together hard, curling against the tiny shots of pleasure it created with such fury that it put her on her stomach.

  He allowed her to roll over, placing his lips in the same spot on her neck from behind. He was enjoying her frantic cries far too much to give her what she was begging for. The sound was like beautiful music as he tasted her, forced to reach down and adjust the tightness in his pants. He licked a patient trail from the back of her neck, sliding down one side of her silk robe as he moved. The fabric was soft and slippery, but nothing like the warm velvet slickness he knew waited for him between her smooth legs.

  She audibly lost more control, but he never ceased his feast of her warm skin, each taste sweeter than the last. His hands traveled her shapely back hungrily, and his teeth clawed at the skin between her shoulder blades. When he slid the opposite strap of her robe down and exposed her full naked back, she instinctively lifted her shoulders.

  “
We don’t have to fight anymore.” He ran his hands over the newly exposed skin of her back, the beds of his fingers burning at each beautiful destination.

  Lila jammed her eyes closed, unable to fight the hot, tantalizing sensation of his hands and lips on her body in such an intimate way. Chase, her Chase, had set fire to her, and he hadn’t even properly touched her. Not in the one place she needed it most. Against all her will, she gyrated against the mattress underneath her, crying out when it gave her clit the attention it so desperately needed. Her cries moved into frustrated groans when Chase pushed his hand into the small of her back, stopping her rotating hips.

  He wasn’t going to let her cheat her way out of this.

  The frustration in her moans was present, warming the sheets below. She could see herself falling into an abyss that she hadn’t even realized existed inside her.

  “I want to make you cum,” he moaned against her neck, reaching down to still her hips when he saw her trying to take what was his. If she was going to finish tonight, it would be by his hand and his alone.

  She turned her head on the mattress, jamming her eyes shut. His hooded eyes searched her face, watching it happen, her submission, and his entire world fell away. She’d relinquished control. Let go. Turned everything over to him, her fight, her heart, and her pussy. Her surrender shot through him like morphine, straight to his veins. Nothing else mattered more than making sure the hesitation that had disappeared from those beautiful eyes stayed gone forever. He never again wanted to see a hint of uncertainty on her face when she was looking at him. It was going to end tonight if it was the last thing he did. He ran his knuckles along her cheek, dragged it down the delicate line at the top of her back, and dipped it lower until it was brushing the swell of her breast. He nestled his hand beneath her breast and the mattress, testing the weight. His breathing hitched, and he gave it a soft squeeze, pushing at her back with his other hand as she tried to grind into the mattress again. Tried to take her pleasure in her own hands.

  With a scream, she gave into his strength, allowing him to stop her gyrations. This time, she craned her neck and met his eyes over her shoulder, desire running across her face and in her eyes.

  Chase met her gaze, held it, and her eyes fell shut. This time, her capitulation pulled at his heartstrings, and with one swift move, he took her around the waist and flipped her with ease, putting her on her back. Her eyes met his, darkened with need. Her bare breasts, peeking out of the open flaps of her robe, wobbled to life as she landed on her back, coming to a plump stop next to her arms as she slowly rose them over her head.

  Defenseless, he followed her as she stretched languidly, careful not to move too fast. He made sure to keep himself on his arms and knees as he came over her, fingering the dip in her neck that had spelled her defeat. His fingers danced lower, grazing her pussy over the fabric of her robe for only a moment, long enough for her eyes to fly open, wide and excited. His hand traveled back up to her breast. He cupped it again, with more purpose this time, before sliding it back down and encircling one of her slim ankles.

  Her toes pointed when his fingers grazed her ankle, then continued their exploration, sliding up and down her smooth legs.

  He sat tall, pulling her with him to the edge of the bed. Her ass hung halfway off the mattress as he boldly moved his hands up her thighs, lingering at the hem of her robe.

  He kissed each of her knees before palming them, spreading them apart. One flap of her robe fell between her legs, shadowing her heat from his view.

  With a harsh bite of her bottom lip, Lila’s eyes rolled into the top of her head as she allowed it to fall back onto the mattress.

  “Oh my god,” she wheezed when she felt him push the hem of her robe up around her hips, exposing her completely. She lifted one knee up subconsciously, which only served to expose her to him more.

  Chase took in the sight of her throbbing center, barely concealed by her bikini bottoms, and he had to take a deep breath to compose himself. She had one leg lifted up and lying across the other, unconsciously giving him an unobstructed view of the beautiful, wet cavern that he’d dreamt about for years. Her carnal scent grabbed him and almost arrested him, so he leaned over her craned thigh and kissed the soft skin underneath, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She watched him with a mix of rapture and curiosity, chewing the tip of her lip.

  “Relax,” he said, between long kisses on the underside of her thigh, leading down to the beautiful swell of her ass. He took the globes in each hand, dipping his tongue out to taste the hot skin there too. One of his greedy hands moved to travel all over her plump thigh, dangerously close to her moist pussy.

  She unconsciously reached for his hand, as if going to stop him. He entwined their fingers, and her heart exploded into pieces.

  “Spread your legs,” he demanded.

  Lila’s eyes rose to the ceiling fan above. She was thankful it was twirling at full speed, cooling the skin that quickly heat up as she did what she was told, gradually parting one knee, and then the other. This was it. There was no turning back now. She was completely exposed to Chase. Open to him in a way she never had been before. Even if she wanted to go back now, she didn’t think he could. She didn’t think she would. And she didn’t want to. She didn’t want to go back.

  Entranced at the sight that her spread legs gifted him, Chase shoved her robe up passed her ass with what was now blind need. His hand slid along her inner thighs, clawing at her.

  “Chase please--”

  His shushing was darkened with more demand this time, and he climbed onto the bed, pressing a fist on either side of her body, moving up slowly until he was cradled between her open legs. Lila instinctively spread her legs wider, fixing them high on his hips, inviting him. He didn’t accept her offer, keeping the strained zipper of his pants just inches above her throbbing center. His eyes jumped back and forth between each of hers, and down her nose. They lingered on her cheeks, her lips, until he finally bent down and opened his mouth slowly over hers. So slowly it took a moment for her to respond, following his lead. She tilted her head in time with his, accepting his kiss, parting her lips in return. Their tongues met in hot surrender, waving a wet white flag as they finally gave into each other, Lila’s deep moan muffled inside his warm mouth. She drank in the need that they’d both been ignoring for far too long, clawing at his strong arms when he pulled away, lips open, craning her neck for more.

  Chase pulled back, refusing her his mouth. His green eyes darkened. “I know you want it, baby.”

  His reassurance that didn’t invite a response, and all Lila could do was stare up at this man in amazement. He was in control now, and he’d left no question to that fact.

  He leaned down, in awe of the sight of her parting her lips for him, hungry for his mouth, his tongue. He brushed the tip of his nose against her swollen lips, smiling lazily when she wet it distractedly with her tongue, purring impatiently for more of his kisses. He brushed the moist tip of his nose against hers and angled it, his mouth a breath away.

  Lila took the back of his neck and bent her own to the point of breaking, begging to taste him again. He pulled back, just enough to deny her once more, his green eyes still probing hers.

  He knew she wanted it, but he needed to see how badly she wanted it. If she wanted it as badly as he did.

  “Make love to me,” she begged, clawing at the back of his neck, striving for his parted lips. He pulled back. “Please make love to me, Chase. Cum inside me. I want it raw, I want all of it in me. I want all of you.”

  He leaned in and spread her mouth open with his tongue, relishing in her relieved cries as she accepted his ardent kiss. He pulled her bottom lip gingerly between his, pulling back with it still held between his lips and teeth.

  She followed, her body rising off the bed.

  He released her lip with a wet smack and finally allowed his body to mold to hers as his lips returned to that sweet dip in her neck, the one that made her scream. As he dr
ank her in, he wrapped a tight arm around her waist, holding her to him, pressing his aching bulge against the slippery fabric of her bottoms. Even as his rod screamed for entry, he took his time savoring that spot in her neck, alternating between long, slow, licks and gentle suction as the soft curves of her body melded into his.

  “Yes.” Lila clawed at his back. She was sure she might explode from need if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  “Are you wet for me?” his deep voice boomed, his hips beginning an involuntary grind into hers.

  “I’m so wet, Chase, I need it so much.”

  He needed it, too, and he couldn’t wait another moment. Holding her body to his, he enjoyed the feel of her breasts pressed to him, her wet pussy gyrating against him, and her limbs wrapped tightly around him for another moment before guiding her into a lying position on the bed. He moved back to his knees on the floor. He tugged at her ankles until her ass was back to the edge of the bed, and pushed her already splayed thighs open even wider.

  The pink walls of her pussy peeked out from the edges of her bikini as he spread her, crying out for attention. He was more than happy to oblige, running the bed of his tongue firmly up the center of the drenched fabric, overwhelmed immediately at the taste of her sweetness soaking through.

  Lila’s eyes rolled into her head, and she threw it back onto the bed, her toes pointing at the amazing sensation.

  “Please.” She gasped when his mouth found her clit through the fabric. She couldn’t take much more of this teasing. “God, Chase, please.”

  Chase gave her clit ample attention, but he didn’t break the Lycra barrier keeping him from tasting her completely. He pushed her legs open wider before licking a trail up the back of each of her thighs, relishing her impatient pleas. He loved hearing her beg. For years, he’d fought for her, and she’d fought him back, hard. He was going to make damn sure that she never dreamed of fighting him again. He took his time lapping at each of her thighs until he was sure she’d murder him if he didn’t stop torturing her. Smiling, he kissed a trail back to her center and covered her clit with his tongue.