Chasing Day Series: Chasing Day & Catching Day

by Twyla Turner

  “I wanna hear you say it. Whose pussy is this?” Chase asked breathlessly as he thrust up.

  “Yours.”

  “Say it.”

  “This pussy is yours.” Day said shyly, even as she pressed down on his upward stroke.

  “I missed your sexy shyness. But there’s no need to be embarrassed, Pretty Day.” Chase soothed her. He then gripped her hips and slammed her down on his thick shaft and a choked cry burst from her lips. “Do you feel that?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “That’s yours. This cock is yours, no one else’s.”

  “Yes!”

  Chase held onto her hips once more, holding her in place. He then pumped up, hammering into her hard. Day bounced on his lap as she clutched his shoulders, trying to hold on for dear life as he battered her tender flesh.

  “Fuck, Day! I’m gonna come, but I want you to come first.” Chase gasped. “Hold onto my hair with one hand and play with you clit with the other,” he instructed her.

  Day slid her right hand into the hair at the base of his skull. Her fingers tightened around the blond strands painfully, but Chase didn’t care. She slipped her hand between them and strummed her fingers against her clit as he continued to fuck her hard. Within seconds, Day’s face scrunched up and her muscles squeezed around him. Then her tightly wound body released in a stunning climax. Her plump lips dropped open on a cry. Her long eyelashes trembled against her cheeks. And her pussy flexed around him convulsively, as her feminine come sprayed his cock and stomach.

  Chase was in awe of her. The beauty of her orgasm drew his out and his come jetted powerfully against her fluttering walls.

  “So beautiful.” Chase gasped. “You take my breath away, every fucking time,” he said before pulling her in close.

  Even in the darkest of times, she seemed to always bring about the healing light of day.

  Chapter 20

  The next morning, Daylen was sprawled across Chase’s chest after another round of vigorous sex. They’d barely gotten any sleep the previous night. She was pretty sure that every time sorrow started to wrap around Chase’s heart, he’d just turn to her like a soothing balm. Day figured that it probably wasn’t the healthiest ways for him to work out his grief, but for the moment she didn’t mind in the least.

  It was like she’d been awakened from sexual amnesia. Day had forgotten how good it could be. Drew was great, but he treated her like a delicate flower. As much as she had tried not to admit it to herself, Day just needed to be fucked hard every now and again. The type of passionate kind of sex where you can’t get enough of the other person. You can’t get deep or close enough.

  “You know…I probably shouldn’t be having sex with you without some protection. Lord only knows how many girls you’ve been with the last couple of years, Mr. Quarterback.” Day commented, her breath fanning against Chase’s chest.

  “I always wear a condom with any girl that isn’t you,” Chase informed her, to her shock.

  Day sat up quickly and looked at him in disbelief. “Really?! Always? Even on crazy drunken nights?”

  “Always,” He confirmed. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m strange or crazy, but I don’t want to be that close to anyone else but you.” Chase said sincerely.

  “Oh…” Day responded in awe mixed with a little guilt. She was still on birth control and Drew had been a virgin, so she hadn’t seen a need to use protection with him.

  “What are you gonna do, Day?” Chase asked as he played with her hair.

  “What do you mean?” She played dumb for just a little longer, not wanting to face what she needed to do.

  “You know what. Are you going to stay with him?” Chase asked more firmly.

  “No.” Day whispered. “It wouldn’t be fair to him. To be with him, when I love someone else. Hell, you’re still inside of me.” She looked up at him and Chase’s eyes softened with relief.

  He dragged her up his chest and kissed her soundly. Chase flipped her over and began to place happy kisses all over Day’s face. She giggled and squirmed, glad that she could bring him joy when she knew he was hurting. Just then the hotel phone rang, startling them apart. Chase reached over and answered it.

  “Hello?” His deep voice sounded wary after last night’s phone call. “Yeah, just a second,” he responded to whoever was on the phone and then handed the receiver to her. “It’s Drew,” Chase said before getting up and going to the bathroom to give her privacy.

  Day squeezed her eyes shut and cringed. She was not ready to have this conversation, but she knew she had to have it. If she didn’t, he’d show up at the airport to pick her up and see it written all over her face. And Lord only knew what would happen if the two men came face to face again.

  “Hey, Drew!” Day said brightly, trying to mask her guilt.

  “What is he doing in your hotel room and answering your phone?” Drew skipped over any pleasantries and got right to business. Day obviously hadn’t told Drew that they were sharing a room.

  “Drew…” The one word said it all. Day could even hear it.

  “Ah God! Tell me you didn’t, Daylen. Tell me you didn’t do it.” Drew’s voice sounded hurt but at the same time not surprised.

  “I’m so sorry, Drew. There’s more to it than that, but it’s still no excuse.” Daylen said lamely as she rubbed her forehead roughly.

  “You’ve never gotten over him the whole time we were together. I knew it, but I had hoped that you would eventually. I couldn’t compete with a memory you wouldn’t let go of.” Drew sighed sadly. “I guess it’s just bad karma. I stole you from him and he just stole you back.”

  “I’m sorry, Drew. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Day’s voice wobbled. No matter what, she still cared for him. He’d been there for her for two years.

  “Yeah well, you did. I gotta go. Goodbye, Daylen.” Drew said before hanging up the phone on her.

  “Bye,” she said softly to the dead line.

  “You okay?” Chase asked from across the room, leaning against the wall.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Day looked down at the blanket. “It was easier than I thought, but hurt more than I expected.”

  Breaking up with Drew was the same as their relationship. Gentle and quiet. And zero passion. But Day had loved him in her own gentle and quiet way.

  Chase blew out a harsh breath and pushed off the wall, coming towards her. He crawled onto the bed and kissed her forehead gently.

  “I’m sorry, Pretty Day. I came back into your life, and brought with me a shitstorm of drama.” Chase apologized.

  He brushed her hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. Chase caressed her jawline to her chin and pressed up, forcing her to look at him. Day’s stomach flip-flopped at the look of love in his amber eyes.

  “It’s okay. I’ve felt more alive in the past two days than I have in the last two years. And that’s because of you. So I guess I’ll take the drama.” Daylen breathed.

  “That’s a good thing because more drama is coming. It’s time to head home to see dear old dad.” Chase said grimly as he reached for the hotel phone. “I need to call Coach to let him know what’s going on. Then we can pack up and head to the airport.”

  ~~~

  Day’s mom pulled up to the curb at the arrivals terminal at the airport. She got out of the car and immediately came around to wrap Chase in a sympathetic hug. Chase felt the knot he’d been trying to ignore all day, get larger as Pat Daniels embraced him warmly. She had been like a second mom to him, maybe even more, since he spent more time at the Daniels’ house than his own.

  “How are you holding up, sweetie?” Pat asked.

  “I’m okay.” Chase’s voice came out huskier than he’d intended.

  She gave him a soothing rub on the back and then let him be, not wanting to push him. Chase put their bags in the car and they all got in before Pat headed towards home. He hadn’t been there in three years and wasn’t looking forward to it now.

  Pat tried to keep the conversati
on upbeat. She asked them about the Heisman ceremony. Day took over most of the conversation for him, as Chase sat in the backseat lost in thought about his mother. He was so angry. At his father, at his mother, and at himself. And anger was an easier emotion to handle than grief, so he held onto it like a life-preserver.

  They arrived at his old neighborhood and they got out of the car. Pat went inside and Day stood with Chase on the sidewalk. He just stood for a while looking at his childhood home. The place he’d hated all his life. Then he looked over at her house and the treehouse in between, and smiled grimly.

  “How is it possible to hate one place and love the other right next to it? In one house, the memories are awful and painful. And just a few yards over, in the house next door, the memories are warm and of love. It’s crazy.” Chase shook his head.

  “It’s the people inside that make a house a home. That make the memories special. Though your mom really did try her best for you. She was dealt a shitty hand.” Day soothed.

  “Yeah, she was dealt my worthless father,” Chase grumbled.

  “Do you want to go talk to him now? Or do you wanna wait a while?” Day asked.

  “I don’t want to go in there, but I need to get it over with. He probably hasn’t even started making the funeral arrangements. If I know my father, he’s probably drunk.” Chase muttered.

  “Do you want me to go in with you? As a buffer?” Day offered.

  “Absolutely not! I don’t want my father anywhere near you. He fucks up everything and hurts everyone.” Chase said adamantly. He grasped Day’s shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. “I’ll be fine. You go in and I’ll be over in a little while.”

  “Alright. But just so you know. I’ll have my dialing finger ready to call 9-1-1 if I hear anything suspicious.” Day warned him.

  Chase grinned reluctantly and pulled her in for a hug. “I love you so much,” he whispered in her ear.

  “I love you too, Chase.”

  Daylen slipped out of his embrace and headed inside her house. Chase walked through the dirty snow in the yard and went up the steps of the front porch. He stood at the door for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then rose his fist to knock. He no longer had his house key. When he’d left to go back to school three years ago, after that horrible Christmas, Chase had symbolically tossed the key out his car window. He hadn’t planned on coming back until he could come armed with a pro-ball salary to take his mother away from here. The thought of how close he’d come to be able to do that for her squeezed his heart painfully.

  The door being wrenched open pulled Chase out of his reverie. Ben McCoy stood before him. His father looked haggard. Large dark circles surrounded his eyes. A shaggy, unkempt beard hid half of his face. His hair looked greasy and in need of a haircut. And his clothes were disheveled and stained. Behind him, the house was torn apart. As if his father had gone into a blind rage, throwing things.

  Chase realized that the fear he’d once had of this sad, pathetic man, was now gone. He stood several inches taller than Ben, and his broad muscular frame eclipsed the other man. Ben’s once strong frame, now was withered from inactivity and booze. The largest thing on him was his beer gut. Chase’s feeling for Ben now leaned towards pity and hatred.

  “So you finally decided to show up?” Ben said snidely.

  “I’m here for my mother,” Chase replied between tight lips.

  “Well, she’s dead. So fuck off!” Ben bellowed.

  Chase’s reflexes were quick. He smacked the side of Ben’s face with a stinging open palm and snatched him up by the front of his shirt with the other.

  “She’s only dead because you drove her to kill herself,” Chase growled as he got in his father’s face. Practically nose to nose. “She was a good, sweet woman. And you beat her down daily with your verbal and physical abuse. I regret not killing you three years ago. She’d still be here if I did.” Chase finished and shoved Ben away from him in disgust.

  “You two were always against me,” Ben grumbled as he straightened his dirty shirt.

  “That’s because you couldn’t stop drinking long enough to be a decent husband or father. So don’t blame your shitty life on us.” Chase said incredulously. “Have you even begun setting up the funeral arrangements?”

  “Of course I have!” Ben frowned, offended. “But I don’t have any money and the insurance won’t pay because it was suicide. So I’m having her cremated and bringing her home. Unless you want her.” Ben said with a callous shrug.

  It took all Chase had not to beat the living shit out of his father. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists at his side.

  “Did you at least call the newspaper to say a few words for her obituary?” Chase asked tightly.

  “What the hell was I gonna say? ‘Stephanie McCoy ODed on some pills because she hated her husband and her son didn’t care enough about her to come visit?’ If you wanna put that shit out there, be my guest.” Ben muttered.

  Chase’s rage continued to build, the longer he spoke to his father. He had no idea how Ben McCoy had become such an awful, uncaring excuse for a human being. But if he didn’t get away from him soon, Daylen would for sure have to call 911.

  “I’ll take care of everything. So you don’t have to raise a finger to do anything other than to bring a beer can to your mouth. And after this, I’m done. The next time I see you will be when I put you in a pine box. And maybe not even then, I’ll have to see if I’m free.” Chase sneered at him. “I’ll be next door for a couple of days. So you don’t have to worry about me staying here.

  “What? Next door with that bitch and her fat daughter?” Ben asked.

  Before Chase knew what he was doing, he had his hands wrapped around his father’s throat. Ben struggled and clawed at his hands.

  “So help me God, I will kill you right now.” Chase hissed in his face. “They are the only reason I made it this far. I’d be dead or in jail if it weren't for them. If I ever hear you speak badly about them again, I’ll put you in that pine box sooner than later.”

  Chase released his neck and his father collapsed in the doorway as he gasped for breath.

  “Fuck you!” Ben wheezed.

  Chase didn’t hear him. He’d already turned and walked away for good.

  ~~~

  Day went with Chase to the crematory to see his mom before they cremated her. He was given whatever she’d had on her when she’d been taken away in the ambulance the day before. Day watched Chase swallow convulsively as he looked down at the bracelet he’d made his mother three years ago. As well as a necklace she’d always worn that was given to her by her mother before she’d died of cancer. It was a gold locket that had a picture of Stephanie and her mother on one side and a picture of Chase as a little boy on the other.

  Chase clutched the items in his left hand and squeezed Daylen’s hand with his right. She knew he was ready to lose it, but like before, he held it all inside. Day sighed internally, praying that he’d get it out when he was alone. She knew it couldn’t be healthy to bottle all the hurt and grief on the inside, but she didn’t want to push him either.

  They were told to come back in a couple of days to pick up Stephanie McCoy’s ashes. Day drove back to her house as Chase stared quietly out the window. She reached for his hand and he looked over at her with a sad smile.

  ~~~

  They stood at the bank of Fox River, next to one of the pretty arched bridges. Chase clutched the container with his mother’s ashes in his arms. His mom had told him on a few occasions when she was in the mood to talk, that this spot was her favorite place to go as a kid, to think and dream. Chase knew that spreading ashes was illegal. But he couldn’t think of a better place to spread her ashes, than the last place where she had felt it was still acceptable to dream of a better life.

  Since Stephanie had no close living relatives and no friends due to her controlling husband, who was too drunk to function. The need to have a formal funeral was null and void. It was just Chase and his two-pers
on network of support. Daylen and her mother.

  Chase cleared his throat, in an attempt to dislodge the lump that wouldn’t seem to go away. Day rubbed his back in soothing circles.

  “Mom, you told me before that this was your favorite place to dream as a young girl. I’m so sorry that they didn’t come true.” Chase choked back tears. “Maybe they will now…wherever you are. I just wanted you to know that I love you and I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to save you.”

  Chase quickly wiped away a few tears that slipped down his cheeks with his shoulders. He lifted the lid off of the plain urn he could afford and tipped it over. The three of them watched solemnly as the ashes caught the wind and blew down the river. When the urn was empty, Chase’s shoulders hung heavily and Day wrapped him up in a tight hug. Pat rubbed his back consolingly.

  “I didn’t get to talk to Stephanie much, but Chase…she did realize one of her dreams. She got to see her son grow up and make something of himself. That’s all she wanted for you. You were her dream.” Pat confessed.

  Chase blinked rapidly. His chest ached so badly, it felt like it would never stop. The lump in his throat swelled to the point of choking him. Even though he knew he could show emotion in front of these two women, Chase refused to cry again.

  “Thanks, Mrs. D.” Chase successfully got out, without breaking down. “Let’s get outta here.”

  They all walked back to Pat’s car and got inside. Pat started the car and cranked up the heat. The silence in the car was deafening as she pulled onto the road. Of course, Pat didn’t miss much and she let them know as a way to quiet the silence.

  “So…it looks like you two are back together,” she said it as a statement of fact, not a question.

  “Yeah, I think so. Day?” Chase replied and then looked to Daylen in the front passenger seat for confirmation.

  “Yes.” Day grinned and looked over at her mother.