CHASE (The Heartbreak Club Book 1)

by Elle Harte

  Chase switched places with me and positioned me on my knees on the bed, lowered my head down onto the mattress and kissed my ass. At first his tongue went around my cheeks, biting just a little, his teeth grazing the skin and then suddenly, his tongue was darting in and out of me. The effect was beyond pleasure, beyond anything I’d experienced. “You taste so good, Kitten.”

  Then, still on the bed, Chase thrust into me from behind, and my already slick core welcomed him without any resistance. He grabbed my waist and continued to thrust, once again making me come.

  I wished I could tell him how crazy I was about him. I wondered if he realized that I was addicted to him in a way that defied logic and reason. That being that way with him, melded together and sweating and heavily breathing bodies clinging together and causing sensations that were so delicious they were beyond comprehension.

  He flipped me over, pulled me toward himself and entered me again, filling me up, while his fingers strayed over my breasts, and squeezed them. “I love you, Kitten.” His gasped confession of love was exactly what I needed to hear. I wanted to tell him how long I’d been waiting say that to him. This was the perfect moment.

  “I love you, too, Chase.”

  He kissed me and all hell broke loose. The fear of consequences was nothing more than a passing thought that I no longer dwelled on.

  The pleasure mounted again inside me, seemingly quicker than the last time, when his teeth grazed my nipples. After a while he got into the same thrusting rhythm, and leaned in to kiss me on the mouth while he fucked me harder and faster. And this time, when I got close to the brink he announced his pleasure, and we crossed the barrier of lust together, Chase’s arm propped on the bed next to my face and his hand grabbing a lock of my hair.

  When he finally pulled out of me, he kissed my lips.

  He dropped on the bed next to me, spent and out of breath.

  “Fuck,” Chase said.

  “Does that answer your question?” I asked.

  Chase lifted his head and looked at me, clueless. “What question?”

  “The one you asked when we started,” I said. “You asked me if I wanted to please you.”

  Chase dropped his head back onto the pillows.

  “Hell yes,” he said, with a cocky, but content grin on his face.

  Blayne

  Now is the time to try something new.

  Risqué was filled with people who were either drunk or high. It was bondage night at the club, and everyone was dressed in costumes. Hired models and dancers adorned the stage and the floor in stunning, flashy clothing.

  A gorgeous couple danced together and the man was in a black leather costume and the girl was playing the part of his slave. I felt Chase, standing next to me. His hand was holding mine and I felt a connection to him. My palms started sweating when the male started walking around the female. Chase gave my hand a gentle squeeze and there was warmth in his being there. It was wrong, watching a display like that but because we were both a part of this big secret, it was a thrill I couldn’t even begin to understand.

  “Come with me,” Chase whispered in my ear.

  I heard the words on his mouth and every syllable that formed on his lips was inviting, literally calling out to me. Before I knew it, he was leading me toward the back-rooms, guiding me, and when we finally found one that was empty, his hands shoved my body against the wall, rough enough to be noticeable but not enough to hurt. His mouth closed over mine almost instantly and his hands were still holding my shoulders in a firm grip. This kiss felt different than any other kisses I’d enjoyed with him. He was getting more demanding with every encounter, bolder than before.

  “You liked it,” he said, his voice hoarse, as his eyes burned through me. “You liked watching them, didn’t you?”

  He kissed me again without waiting for an answer.

  “Yes,” I responded, when he broke off. “I liked it.”

  “You wanted that to be us?” he said and though he sounded confident I could also see the urgent expectancy in his tone.

  I lowered my head, because I was still a little embarrassed. He lifted my chin up with his finger, bringing it closer to his face. “Don’t think,” he said. “Stop thinking. Just tell me what you feel. Did you want that to be us?”

  After a pause, I finally admitted it.

  “Yes,” I said. “I wanted that to be us.”

  The sentence hadn’t even finished when I felt Chase’s grip on my shoulders again and he turned me around until I was standing with my face against the wall of the back-room. His hand reached beyond my dress and inside my thong and I couldn’t help moaning with pleasure.

  “Chase…”

  “You’re wet Kitten,” he breathed down my neck. “You’re so fucking wet, you know that?”

  His hands were not the only thing making me pumped full of desire. It was also his voice and the way he was saying those words, even the way he said that endearment. There was something extremely gratifying about hearing it in his deep, husky voice.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” he said.

  His hand continued making my desire reach a new intensity, until the combination of all this made me so unbearably hot, I was having trouble holding myself back. The idea of doing this here, in one of the back rooms, knowing what people outside were doing, all of it was just…

  “Chase!”

  That should have been his clue to keep going, but instead he stopped.

  He turned me around so I was facing him again.

  “You still want to know what it means to be mine?”

  The dynamics of the world had changed. Everything had changed. We were not the same couple anymore. We were not the same people.

  “Yes,” I replied, with conviction. “I want to know.”

  “I can show you,” he said. “But you have to make a commitment.”

  I was so hot for him I really didn’t care what commitment he was even talking about.

  “Okay,” I said dismissively, but his fingers were lifting my face toward his.

  “Being mine means your body is mine,” he said. “It means you can’t do anything unless you have my permission. It means if I say you can’t come, you can’t come until I say you can. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I understand.”

  He kissed me again.

  “Good,” he said. “Then we need to have an arrangement.”

  “Arrangement?”

  “Just some guidelines for how we can go about it ensuring the best form of pleasure and how to navigate the workplace, since we’re keeping it a secret for now.”

  Blayne

  Every solution breeds new problems.

  Chase was all I could think about.

  I remembered the things I saw the couple doing, while I was at work and I remembered everything that happened between us.

  According to the ‘arrangement’ we were supposed to stay silent about everything to the people at work and we weren’t going to talk about it with anyone else. So, the entire week at work, I watched him come and go and act like he didn’t even know me, when we had just had a raunchy quickie the previous night.

  I watched him talking to other people, and acting professionally when he had just sent me the dirtiest text. The fact that I was the only one who knew that side of him, the only one who was in possession of that secret, was exciting. The worst and the best was when we greeted each other in the hallways or in the elevator, surrounded by other people and had to act casual.

  Apart from the dirty texts, Chase always sent me one text every night, which was nothing but one single word: GOODNIGHT.

  And I was supposed to reply with the same word. No Emoji, not even a picture message. No questions or answers. And I was supposed to wait until I got his next direction. The weekends couldn’t come fast enough for me. I sometimes laughed at the hilarity of this situation, when I was thinking about this over lunch break with my two office besties who had no clue what was going on, but every time
I saw Chase, it all felt real. Especially when he texted me at night. Our secret. Our beautiful, delicious secret. And then, finally, Friday arrived, and not a moment too soon. My heart was doing the whole cheerleading butterflies routine and I couldn’t believe how anxious I was. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel that way about someone anymore.

  When Chase walked in to work on Friday morning he looked the same: crisp white shirt under a gray power suit, composed, business as usual. He barely even looked in my direction. I didn’t know how he could do it.

  At times, it was impossible to think that he might be the guy who made those plans with me, but the confirmation that his planned texts provide cancel every doubt. By lunch the anticipation was killing me.

  Eventually it was time for everyone to go home and I told Tristan and Alex I had some work still left to do and they frowned but left anyway because thankfully they had plans, just like everyone else. But even after most of the office was empty, Chase’s assistant was still working at her desk. An hour passed by and I watched her going into Chase’s office, heels clacking. I could see him through the glass too, busy working, his attention completely submerged in something on his desk.

  A part of me wished Chase would give me a glance, and not just the kind of glance that he gives his co-workers. That he should announce to the world what was going on. And another part of me, that was rearing its head a lot lately, wanted this routine, craved this secrecy. It was having fun in the waiting, in the knowledge that the added risk was only making things better.

  Finally, it was time for me to leave.

  Blayne

  I found myself alone in the hotel suite. I looked around, tried to get comfortable with the surroundings, but I still felt a kind of cold anxiety. So, I headed into the shower, and afterwards found my wardrobe for the day already hanging in the closet. I knew he had a bunch of new outfits in the closet for me. They were exactly my size.

  Today’s outfit was a sleek little dress, and there was a set of beautiful heels in my size, right next to the bed. I put those on, dressed up and poured myself a glass of wine, sat on the couch in the den and turned on the TV. I had barely finished the first glass when I heard Chase’s footsteps. He was still in his work clothes and the minute I saw his face, I realized again how much I had missed him, how much I had wanted to see more of him. He came toward me and started kissing me right away.

  “I thought I was going to explode if I didn’t see you another minute!”

  His words confirmed what was in his eyes. I was relieved to see he had been waiting and suffering the same way that I had. He took the wine glass from me and took a sip, then set it aside. He started kissing me and we started making out on the couch, in a rush, as though it was a first time for both of us—and the strange thing was that’s exactly what it felt like. “Blayne,” Chase said. “I need you. Right now. I don’t think I can wait.”

  Suddenly, the whole secret commitment thing came to mind and I didn’t know how I was supposed to respond.

  “Are we allowed?” I asked

  “Allowed?” he said, looking perplexed. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, the arrangement, Chase. What does it say about moments like this?”

  “Oh Kitten,” he laughed, and then got a serious look on his face. “It says we fuck as soon as possible.”

  Blayne

  A frivolous gift is a gift, nonetheless.

  I woke up early enough the next day. Even though the clock was showing a little past eight in the morning, there was no sign of Chase anywhere in the room. There were just those sheets, crumpled into his shape. I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen myself up. When I came back, there was still no sign of Chase but I could smell something delicious cooking in the next room. I put on my clothes and headed in the direction of the sounds to find Chase in the kitchen, setting up two places on the breakfast bar.

  “Good morning,” he said cheerily and came to kiss me. “Did you sleep well?”

  “I did,” I replied, going toward the place set for me. “I’m guessing you didn’t?”

  “I’m just used to waking up early,” he said, taking out the orange juice from the refrigerator and placing it in front of us.

  “Me too,” I admitted “I love being awake in the morning, especially when I don’t have work to go to.”

  He looked at me as though he was surprised. “I know what you mean,” he said. “Doesn’t it make you feel like you’re really on a vacation? If I sleep in too late I just get depressed. Makes me feel like the whole day’s gone by too fast.”

  I looked at the food. “I didn’t know you could cook,” I said, lifting the fork.

  “I can’t,” he said, grinning, and coming to sit with me. “But I can make it look like I did.”

  I can’t help laughing at his smugness. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?” I said, coyly.

  “That’s what I’ve been told.”

  We started eating the breakfast and Chase never stopped talking. He told me about the things bothering him at work, mostly related to Biometal X. He also told me how he had to make an odd offer to someone, just to make a lawsuit go away. I could tell he felt guilty about it. But I also knew it had to be done.

  I loved talking to him.

  I loved just hearing his lips form words, and I loved how he became a completely new person with every line that he spoke. I didn’t think I had ever been so mesmerized with anyone for this long.

  And he was doing nothing, just moving his lips, and using his vocal chords, but it always felt to me like he was revealing a part of himself in those conversations. I could barely believe this was happening.

  The past week was a dream, something that happened to another conscious version of me.

  He was not the Chase Cooper who sat in his office all day yelling commands at people, and shouting over the phone. He was not the guy who barely looked at me twice in five whole days. I truly believed that was the moment I realized the point of that whole exercise. This. What we were having right now, as though we could not get enough of each other. As though we were on some new adventure, instead of a planned weekend together. This didn’t seem planned.

  I didn’t know what to expect from him and that was why when he just sat there finishing his breakfast bit by bit, drinking his coffee and smiling that beautiful smile, I couldn’t help but feel like I wanted this to go on for as long as possible. I wanted this to be real, and not just something inside my head.

  I suddenly felt like I knew him, his secrets, even the ones he hadn’t told me yet. Chase always surprised me and this was by far his biggest surprise, this personality that he was showing me. The way he was talking about regular, everyday things.

  He was baring his life, soul, his true self to me.

  And the sex we had last night was wonderful, passionate, and sultry and more than just physical need. Only Chase could make me feel all of this, all at once. He made me feel special, even when he wasn’t talking to me, or hearing me talk. That text message, every night, that’s what it was, it was confirmation. It was a sign of his devotion, his love. It was a way to communicate that even though we were apart, we were more together than ever before and that the space mattered as little as any other factor when it came to the two of us.

  When we were done eating, I felt the need to look at the view from that high up. I went to the terrace, and I felt speechless again. Chase came and put his arm around me and the weight of him felt comfortable and nice.

  “I love seeing you happy,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I’m glad you’re happy with me, Blayne.”

  He led me by my hand and took me to the bedroom. He made me sit on the side of the bed and then he knelt in front of me, with my hands in his own and he kissed them one by one. “What did it feel like when you didn’t get to talk to me all week?”

  “I felt…bad, I guess.”

  “You were disappointed the whole day,” he said. “You wanted to see me but you couldn’t because I told y
ou not to. Then I sent you that text, every night, and you knew I was aware of everything that was going on. Did you go to bed every night thinking of me?”

  I didn’t reply but I was certain he could see it on my face. “You did, didn’t you?” he said. “You know why? Because you were connected to me. There was a huge distance between us, and we weren’t even talking but you were connected. You came here, you accepted the plan and you drove here with Stanton even though we never talked or discussed it again, we never confirmed it, because you trusted me. Because you knew I wanted you just as much as you wanted me. There was never any doubt about that.”

  He was still looking at me and used one hand away to take a strand of red hair out of my face. “Being in love isn’t about some physical act,” he said. “It’s about this connection. It’s about feeling it even when we’re not together. It’s about making your whole life about this one person and not letting anything get in the way. Yes, the physical pleasure is amazing but it’s more than that. I would never do something you’re not comfortable with. You’re mine and you should know that I’m yours.”

  I couldn’t quite explain the feelings I had inside when he said all of this. I wanted to tell him he was right about everything. I wanted to tell him more. That I wanted to be his. There was power, some magic in his words that I couldn’t run away from. All the fear, all the confusion was gone and it had been replaced by sheer lust and a different kind of devotion. An understanding.

  I think he knew it too because when he kissed me this time there was a new kind of eagerness in him. I couldn’t help but kiss him back and he slowly climbed over me so I had to lie back on the bed, and receive his body on top of me. He broke off for a minute to take off his shirt. The sight of him was just amazing. He was all toned muscles and skin that was warm and welcoming.