by Perry, J L
“Fuck you,” I say through gritted teeth, as I turn and walk towards my bike. I’ve heard enough. There’s nothing more I need from her. She’s finished in my eyes. If I don’t see her ever again, it will be too soon.
“That’s a real nice way to talk to your mother,” she screams to my retreating back.
“You’re a pathetic excuse for a mother,” I say as I walk away from her for good.
••••
I ride around for a few hours, ending up at the hospital. I want to go and talk to my dad, talk to anyone, but I can’t put this on him. I shut off my bike, sending him a text instead. He’ll know something’s up if I go up there. He can read me like a book.
Something’s come up. I’m not going to make it to the hospital tonight. I’ll catch you in the morning.
He replies a few minutes later.
Ok.
I sit there for twenty minutes or so, staring up at his window. I feel so alone. Advice is what I need, someone to talk too. Someone who’s going to tell me things are going to be okay. Someone to tell me how I’m nothing like my parents. That two fucked up people don’t necessarily make a fucked up kid. I’m desperate to hear that. All my common sense telling me I’m nothing like them, has flown out the fucking window.
Fucking doubts. Huge motherfucking doubts. I’m doubting everything. Myself, my life, my relationship with Angel, every-fucking-thing.
A few hours later I pull into my street. I’m surprised to find Angel’s car in my driveway. I wonder if she’s come to break up with me, or abuse me for what my parents did to her mother.
When I pull up behind her car, I see her sitting on the front steps of the porch, waiting for me. It’s dark and it’s late, so this infuriates me. What the fuck is she thinking? She could’ve at least stayed in her car with the doors locked.
She jumps up and runs towards me as I remove my helmet. “Thank God you’re okay,” she cries, throwing her arms around me. She almost knocks me off my bike. “I’ve been going out of my mind.”
She squeezes me tight, softly crying into my chest. “I’m okay, sweet-cheeks,” I whisper into her hair, my arms sliding round her waist. I feel bad that I’ve upset her, made her worry. I’m sorry for what my parents put her mother through. I’m sorry for a lot of things.
I pull her in closer to me. I love that she came for me. I fucking love her. She has no idea how much I need her body close to mine. I feel a lump rise in my throat as I hold her.
Please don’t let this destroy us!
••••
We eventually make our way inside. As soon as we walk through the doorway, she pushes me against the wall, fisting her hands in my shirt. Her lips crash into mine.
“Wait,” I say, pulling back. “Shouldn’t we talk about everything that’s happened, first?”
“No. Not now. I need you, Chase. When you rode out of my driveway earlier, I thought I’d lost you. I need that connection with you. I need to know you’re still mine.” Fuck. How can I argue with that? I fucking need that too. Who knows what that talk will bring? This may possibly be the last time I ever get to have her.
Fuck, I hope not.
Grabbing hold of the hem of her shirt, I tear it over her head. “Ouch,” she says when the neckline of her top gets caught on the back of her diamond stud earrings, tugging on her ear.
“I’m sorry,” I say once she untangles it from her earring. Leaning forward, I plant a soft kiss on her lobe.
“I’m okay,” she smiles causing us both to laugh. Smooth fucking move Daniels.
She reaches for my shirt next, pulling it up while I fumble with her bra strap. We’re practically tearing each other’s clothes off. That’s how desperate we are.
I love how she craves me, just as much as I crave her. I need to lose myself in her…breathe her…fucking drown in her. Only her. No matter what happens after tonight, it will only ever be her.
I swing her around, pinning her to the wall. Grabbing her behind the legs, I lift her. She wraps her legs around me just as I impale her with my cock. “Fuck,” I groan, throwing my head back. “I’m so sorry for everything,” I say as my eyes meet hers.
“Don’t,” she replies, tears pooling in her beautiful brown ones. Her hands come up to cup my face. She pulls me towards her, joining our lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”
Enough talking for now, I don’t want to think about what’s to come. I just want to lose myself in the here and now.
My tongue delves into her mouth. I pull back, slamming into her again. “Mmmm,” she moans against my lips. It’s a cry of pleasure, not pain. I’ve never been this rough with her. This is way beyond anything we’ve experienced together. It’s primal and animalistic, each movement taking us higher and higher.
Her head hits the wall every time I slam into her heaven. The sounds coming from her tell me she doesn’t mind, but I do. Pulling out, I let go. Her legs slide down mine until her feet find the floor.
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall,” I demand. She extends them out in front of her. “Higher. Above you head.”
When she’s in position, I slide my hand around her waist, pulling her sweet arse towards me. Using my knee, I spread her legs wider apart. One hand runs up her toned stomach to her tits, as I roll one of her hard nipples between my finger and thumb.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, tilting her head back. I lick a path up her neck as I guide my cock into her from behind. “Yes,” she cries as she pushes her sweet pussy against me.
“Push on the wall,” I whisper in her ear. “Take the weight in your arms.” When she does what I ask, I pull out, right to the tip, before slamming into her again. I repeat this over and over.
“God yes,” she breathes as she pushes further into me. I’m balls fucking deep in ecstasy. She turns her head to the side. “I need your lips.” She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I love her lips, her kisses.
I knead her tits with one hand, while my other hand moves between her legs. Using two fingers, I circle her clit as I continue to fuck her hard. She lets out a high-pitched moan into my mouth, before pulling out of the kiss and resting the back of her head on my shoulder.
“Yesssss,” she cries as her pussy constricts around my cock. My fingers continue to circle her clit as I pump into her a few more times. My own head tilts back as I feel my eyes roll back in my head, groaning loudly, as my own release comes. I explode inside her.
My lips find her neck again as we both catch our breath. I stay buried inside her. I’m not ready to lose that closeness with her yet. As my lips kiss up her jawline, I’m surprised to find tears streaming down her face.
“Sweet-cheeks,” I whisper, as I gently pull out of her and turn her in my arms. “What’s wrong?” She lets out a sob as her hands move around my waist. Panic sets in when I think maybe I’ve hurt her.
“I don’t want to lose you. Please don’t let this pull us apart.”
“Angel,” I breathe as my hands move up to cup her face. Tears burn my own eyes. “Losing you is the last thing I want,” I state as my thumbs move to her cheeks, wiping away her tears.
“I love you, Chase, with all my heart.” How she can still love me after everything my family has done to her parents?
Pulling her face towards me, I run my tongue along her lips. When she parts them, I slide it inside, locking my mouth with hers. “I love you, Angel. My life would be nothing without you in it.”
I bend at the knees slightly, as my hand runs down the back of her legs. Lifting her into my arms, I carry her towards my room. Never once breaking the kiss.
Laying her on my bed, I move over the top of her. No words are spoken as I gently slide back inside her. Unlike the wild frenzied sex we just had against the wall, my moves are slower, more precise. This time I want to show her without words, just how much I need her, how much I love her.
She’s my air, my fucking world.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Angel
It’s after midday be
fore we climb out of bed. Even then, we only get up because we need to go and visit Pops.
We’ve spent the last few hours laying in bed talking about everything that happened yesterday afternoon. We avoided the topic last night, and for the better part of this morning. Eventually, I brought it up. I had to let him know this wasn’t going to change things between us. I also needed reassurance that he felt the same way.
When he rode away from me yesterday, I was crushed. I was scared I’d never see him again. I could tell my dad’s revelation cut him to the core. I suppose I don’t blame him. I could only imagine what it would be like to hear such horrible things about your parents.
At first my dad was pissed. He tried to forbid me from seeing him again. I told him where to go. We exchanged a few heated words, before I broke down in his arms. I’m thankful he at least got to know Chase before finding out the information from the private investigator. If he hadn’t, I know he’d be fighting this with everything.
He confessed he couldn’t bear to go through what he went through with my mum, again with me. I understand how he feels, but I know in my heart Chase is nothing like that. Deep down, I think my father knows it too.
At first he didn’t want to leave me alone. Thankfully, I managed to convince him to go back to Sydney. Not only did I need time to process everything, I needed to find Chase.
Once my father left to make his new flight, I tried to call Chase. It went straight to voicemail. My guess was he’d turned his phone off; that only made me worry more. Next, I called my mum. I guess I needed confirmation what daddy said was true.
She was shocked like all of us, but I felt so much better once I was off the phone. My mum told me everything. It broke my heart to hear what she’d endured all those years ago. She begged me not to let her past with Jake affect things between Chase and I.
“The Jake I married was nothing like Jake after the drugs. They changed him, made him go crazy,” she stated. “You can’t hold his actions against his son. He wasn’t even born then.”
I’d never do that. He can’t help it if his parents were fucked up. I’m confident he’d never take that road. Chase is against drugs. I’ve heard him say it many times.
As I lay in Chase’s arms, everything that transpired since yesterday goes through my mind. Although Chase and I make a pact we’re not going to let this come between us, I can tell he’s struggling to come to terms with what his parents have done.
I was surprised he even opened up about his mum. I got a glimmer of what life was like with her. It saddened me, but made me love Pops even more for saving him from that horrible bitch.
Later, on the way to the hospital, Chase made me promise not to tell Pops anything until he’s well again. I agreed. Now’s definitely not the time.
He’s been quiet since our talk this morning. It worries me. I wish I could take away his pain. He’s been dealt a rough blow in life. If anyone deserves a break, it’s him. It makes me appreciate my family so much more.
••••
When we left the hospital that afternoon, we headed back to my house. I needed to pick up a change of clothes.
Now that Pops is in a normal ward, his visitors have been endless. We’d like to spend more time with him, but we need to share him with the rest of his family, the Flaming Skulls. There’s always a handful of them by his side.
Although they can be pretty rowdy, and give the nurses hell, I’m glad they care so much for him. Pops is a good man. He’s virtually back to his old self. The doctor even said he should be getting released in the next few days.
“Want to go for a run along the beach?” I ask when we’re back at my place. I hate how quiet he’s being. A run might help. It always makes me feel better.
“Whatever,” he replies with a shrug.
“Hey,” I say closing the distance between us. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” he asks, his hands snaking around my waist.
“About what’s going on in that sinfully handsome head of yours.” My hand rises, running gently down the side of his face.
“Sinfully handsome,” he smirks.
“Yes,” I reply as I lean forward and brush my lips against his.
“I’d rather not get into it now.”
“Okay.” I let it go. I don’t want to push him. “I’m here whenever you’re ready. I don’t want you bottling anything up.”
“I’m not. It’s only been twenty-four hours since I found out my biological father was a drug addict, stalker and kidnapper. It’s a lot to take in. I also feel bad for what they put your mother through. I promise you I’m dealing with this, okay. Please don’t worry about me.”
“You have nothing to feel bad about. You had no control over what happened.” The corners of his lips tug up in a smile.
“Even with my fucked up genes, I still managed to score you.” He shakes his head like he can’t believe it. “Makes no sense, but I’m so grateful I have you.”
Pulling me further into him, he gives me the sweetest kiss. “I love you, Angel,” he whispers against my lips.
“I love you too, Chase. Don’t ever forget it.”
••••
I notice Chase keeps falling behind as we jog along the beach. He does that often. “Am I going too fast for you?” I giggle.
“Not at all, sweet-cheeks,” he replies with a chuckle. “They don’t call me Chase for nothing, sweetheart.”
When I turn my head to look at him, I notice his eyes are glued to my arse. “Hey. Eyes up here buddy,” I say with a smile as I point to my face. That makes him laugh.
“You have a really fine arse you know. It’s hard to keep my eyes off it.”
“Well I guess they don’t call me sweet-cheeks for nothing then either, sweetheart,” I reply with a wink. My comment makes him laugh harder. He quickly closes the gap between us, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.
I squeal as he picks me up and spins me around. When he places me back on my feet he leans over and whispers in my ear, “How about we go back to your place and get all hot and sweaty? I could spend all day watching that hot little arse of yours while you run, but it turns me on to the point where I need to have a fucking piece of it.” He pulls me back against him. He’s already hard.
“Sounds amazing.”
“See what you do to me,” he breathes, sucking my earlobe into his mouth. I love the way he makes my body feel. He licks a line from the base of my neck all the way up to my jaw. I lean my head back, resting it on his shoulder. A small moan escapes me.
Groaning, he pulls me tighter against him, nipping at my neck. “Let’s get out of here,” he says as he grabs hold of my arse cheek. “I need to get a piece of this.”
Throwing his arm over my shoulder, he kisses the top of my head, pulling me tightly into his side as we make our way back to my place. He seems more like his old self already. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I smile up at him.
God he makes me so happy.
••••
There’s not much daddy can do about the Benson’s until the police inquiry is complete. He said he’d be back on Monday, but called to say he won’t be coming until later in the week.
In a way I’m glad. It’ll give Chase and I a bit more time to get through yet another hurdle. I kind of wonder if Jake being Chase’s father, is the real reason he’s not coming earlier. He asked me on the phone if Chase and I had spoken since he left me that day. When I told him yes and that nothing has changed between us, he went quiet.
Sure, I can understand why my dad is struggling with this. I know deep down he likes Chase, but if he thinks I’m going to break up with him, he’s delusional. I hate what my parents went through, but Chase and I weren’t even born then. It would be wrong for any of us to hold that against him.
••••
Monday evening, Chase and I get a surprise when Dana turns up at the hospital. She’d never met Pops before that day, but I suppose because we all experienced what happened, first
-hand, we kind of bonded over it.
Pops doesn’t even remember Dana, but thanks her when we explain she was the one who called the ambulance.
The doctor comes in as we’re leaving, so we hang around to see what he has to say. We’re all thrilled when he tells Pops he may be able to go home tomorrow. It’s the first genuine smile I’ve seen on Chase’s face since Friday night.
Dana ends up following us back to my house. It’s the first real chance we’ve had to talk since the shooting. When I ask her what happened with Hudson, the eye-baller from the hospital, she shrugs, saying, “Nothing,” before changing the subject.
Nothing my arse!
“I call bullshit on that one,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at her. When her face turns bright red, I know there’s more to it. “Excuse us for a minute,” I say to Chase as I pull Dana from the lounge, dragging her towards my room. He chuckles as we leave.
“Spill,” I say as soon as we’re sitting on the edge of my bed. “He didn’t try anything did he?”
“Nothing I didn’t want him to.”
“Oh God, you bumped nasties didn’t you?”
“What? Noooo,” she squeals. “I told you I don’t do casual sex anymore.”
“Well what happened then?”
“He demanded to search the coffee shop before he left. It was kind of sweet, so I let him kiss me goodbye. That’s all.”
“You kissed him?”
“Uh huh,” she answers with a huge grin. “The kiss was pretty steamy too. Like toe-curling, steamy.” She fans herself when she says that part. “But, when he pushed me up against the wall, thrusting his giant, hard cock into my stomach, I kind of freaked and asked him to leave.”
“Shut up! He has a giant cock?” I don’t know what made me even ask that, but Dana and I both burst out laughing at my ridiculous question.