Blitz: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romantic Comedy (Blast Brothers Book 3)

by Sabrina Stark

  How crazy was that?

  By now, I wasn't even sure I could survive a third. Already, my pulse was jumping so fast, I felt almost dizzy.

  Being near him, being held by him, kissing him – it was almost too much. Even so, I couldn’t seem to get enough.

  When I felt his erection surge against my hip, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding into him, wanting to claim his hardness with my softness, even through our clothes.

  Already, I was slick with longing, and here we were, fully dressed and standing in the open air.

  This wasn't me. And yet, even through the haze of my lust, I took comfort in the knowledge that no one could see us.

  The wide-open doors looked out over nothing but empty fields – no parking lots, no houses, no buildings filled with frenemies and other assorted monsters.

  My stomach fluttered. And speaking of monsters, his erection was so huge, I almost wondered if I'd be able to take all of it inside me.

  I didn't know for sure, but I sure as heck wanted to try. And I didn't want to wait.

  By the time our second kiss ended, I hardly knew my own name. But as sure as anything, I knew his. "Chase?"

  His reply was low and rough. "Yeah?"

  "I want you."

  In a near whisper, he said, "Lucky me."

  It was such a sweet thing to say, because both of us surely knew that if anything, I was the lucky one. But I didn't dare argue the point, so all I said was, "It's nice that you think so."

  With a laugh, he pulled back and said, "Me? You're kidding, right?"

  I gave him a sheepish smile. "No, why?"

  "Because I’m not nice. And you know what else?"

  "What?"

  "I'm gonna prove it." And with that, he swooped me up into his arms and cradled me tight against him as I laughed in surprise.

  Through my laughter, I asked, "You're not gonna toss me out the door, are you?"

  "Not a chance."

  And then, as if to prove his point, he turned in the opposite direction, heading toward the center of the main loft. With long, easy strides, he carried me toward a big pile of loose straw. When we reached it, I half expected him to toss me into the center. But he didn't.

  Instead, he turned around and fell backward, taking both of us with him as we tumbled together onto the makeshift bed. And just like that, we were kissing again.

  Soon, we were lying side-by-side, kissing so hungrily, I barely knew where I was.

  I didn't even care that the straw was prickling my arms and ankles, or that my hair was probably covered in bits of dried hay. And while I was at it, I also didn't care that my shoes had fallen off somewhere along the way or that once upon a time, I'd vowed to hate Chase Blastoviak forever.

  I didn't hate him now.

  Did I love him? I didn't dare speculate, because a guy like Chase would never fall for a girl like me. But then again, he probably wouldn't fall for anyone, which made the lack of any future just a little easier to bear.

  And besides, I reminded myself, I was here to live in the moment, not obsess over the future.

  I didn't have to be in love to appreciate the feel of his lips and the way he caressed my backside through the thick fabric of my skirt.

  By now, one thing was beyond obvious. This was a guy who knew exactly what he was doing, and then some.

  But then, in mid-kiss, he pulled back to say, "Hang on."

  Already, I was breathless and dizzy with desire. "For what?"

  He reached up and caressed my face. "Your skin, it's so soft."

  My gaze dipped to his pelvis, and I felt a silly urge to giggle. He wasn't soft, that's for sure.

  I felt my tongue dart out between my lips as I considered all of the things I wanted to do to him, and while I was at it, all of the things I wanted him to do to me.

  And then, there was the biggie – the thing I wanted both of us to do together.

  And soon.

  I watched in shameless fascination as Chase pushed himself up and stood above me. When he began unbuttoning his shirt, I felt my breath hitch as I devoured the sight of him.

  Oh, boy. By now, I was seriously tempted to pinch myself, because none of this felt real.

  Chase didn't even look real. He was way too perfect as he stood there, giving me my own personal peep show while he worked the buttons of his shirt.

  When it finally fell open, I felt myself swallow as I drank in the glorious view of his pecs, and then his abs – those oh-so perfect abs, the same ones I'd admired from afar while watching him on TV.

  But now, here I was, getting a nice, long look at the real deal.

  And loving every moment of it.

  By the time he shrugged off his shirt, I was so fascinated, I could hardly speak. With his shirt in-hand, he crouched beside me and shook out the fabric before laying the shirt fully open across the bed of hay near my hip.

  With a wicked grin, he said, "For you."

  I smiled. "Me?"

  "You see anyone else around? Now you'd better scoot over before I get a complex."

  It was such a wonderful, ridiculous thing to say. Chase Blastoviak would never get a complex. He was the kind of guy who knew exactly what he was doing, wherever he was.

  And boy, did it show.

  With a laugh, I scooted over onto his shirt, and gave a blissful sigh. The fabric felt a lot better than the straw, which, come to think of it, had been poking me more than I'd wanted to admit.

  I gave him a grateful smile. "Nice shirt."

  His gaze dipped to my blouse. "Yours, too." And with that, he settled himself beside me and gave me another tender kiss before reaching toward the top button of my blouse. My breath hitched, and my pulse gave a crazy little jump.

  Was this really happening?

  With expert hands, he unfastened the top button. Oh, yeah. It was happening, alright, and I had no interest in turning back.

  One by one, Chase popped the buttons of my blouse as his lips trailed from my jawline to my neck.

  By the time my blouse was open, I was dying for his touch, dying for him to shove aside my bra and take a nipple into his hand, or even into his mouth – anything to be closer.

  As if reading my mind, he reached between us, and rather than shoving aside my bra, he unclasped it with one smooth, easy motion, making me want to giggle as I recalled that today I'd worn a bra with the fastener in front, almost like I'd known that something like this might happen.

  Or maybe it had been only wishful thinking.

  Regardless, the wish was now a reality.

  How crazy was that?

  Tenderly, he cupped a breast in his palm and gave it a gentle squeeze. His hands were big and warm, and yet, I could feel my nipple harden into a tight, hungry knot, aching for more.

  When he squeezed my nipple between his fingers, a soft moan drifted from my lips. Unable to stop myself, I arched into his touch, silently begging him for more.

  And boy, did he deliver. His lips moved lower down my neck, leaving a trail of kisses toward my chest. When his lips reached my other nipple, the one he wasn't working with his fingers, he traced the tip of it with his warm tongue, making me shiver, not with cold, but with something a whole lot better.

  When his teeth grazed the tip, I arched higher, wanting more, craving more.

  My hips were rising, and my hands were in his hair. He was shirtless. My blouse was wide open and untucked. We were half naked, but not nearly naked enough.

  With renewed desperation, I reached between us, wanting to feel his erection, even through his jeans.

  I couldn’t reach it. And I couldn't wait. Breathlessly, I whispered, "If I don’t have you, I think I'm gonna die."

  He chuckled against my skin. "That bad, huh?"

  "Oh, yeah." I swallowed. "Chase?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I want you inside me, like now." I almost laughed. "I don't even care if we're naked."

  He lifted his head and gave me a look of amusement laced with sin. "Well, aren't you a surpris
e?"

  Oh, yeah. The truth was, I was surprising even myself.

  With his gaze locked on mine, he reached for the hem of my skirt. Already, it was hiked up nearly to my knees. Now he nudged it higher and higher until I felt the breeze first on my thighs, and then on the warm dampness of my arousal.

  Chase glanced down. "Nice panties."

  They were nice, actually. And just like with the bra, part of me had to wonder if I'd worn them today for a reason, wishing for something exactly like this.

  When he moved upward, I reached between us and palmed his erection through his jeans.

  His eyes drifted shut, and a quiet moan fell from his lips. With renewed desperation, I fumbled for his button, and then his zipper even as he tugged my panties downward.

  When his erection sprang free, I marveled at the sight of it, the feel of it, the size of it. With an eagerness that should've been embarrassing, I worked to shove down his jeans.

  I failed miserably, which wasn't a big surprise, considering that both of us were lying down. With a smile, Chase pulled back to say, "Here, I'll get it."

  And with that, he got to his feet, giving me a view that I'll never forget as he kicked off his shoes and then pushed down first his jeans and then his briefs, giving me my first full view of him.

  And boy, what a view it was.

  He was absolutely glorious.

  After he tossed aside his clothes, he crouched down near my knees and yanked down my panties. When they were completely off, he laid them carefully atop his jeans, as if to prevent them from getting covered in straw.

  It was sweet and wonderful, I felt my eyes grow almost misty.

  And then he was back.

  Oh, boy was he back.

  Lying beside me, he stroked my naked thigh nice and easy, edging ever-closer to my favorite spot. When he reached it, I gave a muffled moan and let my eyelids flutter shut as he stroked my wetness just the way I liked.

  I was stroking him, too, loving how he surged in my hand and the soft noise he made when I squeezed his shaft.

  Already, he was making gentle circles around my clit, making my hips rise, and my mind go fuzzy.

  Everything he did felt so achingly good that I couldn’t help but marvel at his skill. This was a guy who knew exactly what he was doing.

  Boy, did he ever.

  When he slipped a finger inside me, and then another, I gave a shiver of pure delight, even more so when rubbed my aching knob, making my pulse jump and my knees quiver with raw, aching need.

  Already, I was so close. And then, suddenly, I was there, riding the waves of pleasure as my hand closed tight around his length, and my lips parted again and again with sounds of appreciation for everything he'd done – and everything he was still doing.

  When I lifted my gaze to his, my breath caught. The way he was looking at me – like I was the only girl he'd ever wanted – well, it was the perfect end to the perfect climax.

  And yet, in some ways, we were only just beginning. Through my ragged breathing, I managed to ask, "Do you have any…um, protection?"

  If he didn't, I had plenty of other things I'd love to do, ways to satisfy him the same way he'd satisfied me. But man-oh-man, did I ever want him inside me.

  He smiled. "Hey, a guy's gotta be prepared, right?" And with that, he sat up and fumbled for his jeans. He retrieved his wallet from a back pocket and pulled out a small, foil-wrapped square.

  I sat up. "Can I do it?"

  With a grin, he handed me the package. Without a moment's delay, I tore it open with trembling fingers, praying that I didn't rip anything in my eagerness.

  I didn't.

  Thank goodness.

  As Chase leaned back, I leaned forward and placed the condom on the tip of his erection. He was so massively huge that I couldn’t help but marvel at the size of him, even as I slowly began rolling the condom downward, stroking his length as I went.

  And then, it was done. I smiled in anticipation, and might've crawled on top of him right then and there, if only he didn't beat me to the punch, moving over me with a look in his eyes that must've matched my own.

  With renewed desperation, I lay back on his shirt, and reached between us to guide his swollen shaft to my slick opening.

  Finally.

  Slowly, deliberately, he began to enter me. By now, my skirt was hiked high around my waist, and my blouse had slipped from my shoulders, making me feel wanton and naked, even though I was technically still wearing all of my clothes.

  Well, all of them except for my panties.

  As he filled me to nearly the breaking point, I marveled at the feel of him, the sight of him, and the fantasy of him.

  It was a fantasy that had finally come true.

  When our hips met, we stared for a long moment into each other's eyes, almost like both of us were feeling the same magic.

  But this couldn’t be the case.

  For him, this was probably just your average Saturday afternoon.

  But not for me.

  Either way, I intended to enjoy it while it lasted. As his hips slowly rose away from mine, I savored the feel of him, even more so when he surged forward yet again, claiming me over and over in the sun-filled hayloft.

  I was being so bad.

  Not safe. But satisfied.

  My hips rose and fell even as soft moans escaped my lips. I wrapped my arms around his back, pulling him tighter and urging him deeper, as if he weren't filling me to the max already.

  I loved the way he moved, the way he felt, the way he sounded. And I was loving the wild abandon that had taken me over, not just now, but earlier, when I'd first suggested doing such a wild and crazy thing.

  Again, I thought, this wasn't me.

  But it had to be me, because the sensations were all too real as Chase drove into me again and again, claiming me, and making me his own, if only for the afternoon.

  Soon, I was falling once again into oblivion. And just maybe, so was he.

  Oh, yeah. He definitely was.

  As he convulsed against me, I wrapped my arms tighter around his bare back, holding on for dear life until we both collapsed into a happy, breathless heap.

  Wow.

  My eyes, which had drifted shut however long ago, fluttered open, and I gazed upward at the barn ceiling, feeling lighter and happier than I had in years.

  For that, I had him to thank, and maybe myself, just a little, because for the first time in what felt like forever, I hadn't played it safe.

  And I didn't regret a single moment.

  Chapter 47

  Mina

  I was nestled in his arms when I heard voices in the distance. The voices were female and all-too-familiar.

  Ginger and Emory.

  The way it sounded, they were heading this way. I turned my face into Chase's chest and laughed against his skin. "Oh, my God."

  I shouldn't be laughing.

  This so wasn't funny.

  It had been maybe a half-hour since we'd come down from our physical high, and we'd spent that time talking and laughing about nothing in particular, even if I had told him the story of Ginger's tiara, which she wore every Halloween, claiming it was part of her costume regardless of what she was supposed to be.

  Of course, the story had seemed a lot funnier before I'd heard her voice, sounding way too close for comfort. And yet, I was still laughing. Had I no shame at all?

  If Ginger and Emory came into the barn – or worse, climbed up into the loft – I was in serious danger of being found semi-naked.

  With Chase Blastoviak.

  I sat up and looked to Chase, lying there, looking too sexy for words. With a grin, he reached out and pulled me back into his arms. Into my ear, he whispered, "We're safe. Don't worry."

  Safe? I couldn’t help but snicker. "I don't think so." Today, I'd been anything but safe.

  And I've loved every minute of it.

  His lips brushed my forehead. "My guess? They don't even know we're here."

  "But what
if they do?" I whispered. "Or even suspect that we're here? What if they're looking for us?"

  "Too bad, because they're not gonna find us."

  "But what if they come into the barn?"

  "So what?" he chuckled. "They're not gonna come up here."

  "But how can you be sure?"

  "Are you kidding?" he said. "You get a look at their shoes?"

  "Oh." He was right. Both of them had been wearing very high heels. There was no way on Earth they'd ever risk climbing up into the loft – not unless they were willing to risk life and limb or kick off their shoes and climb barefoot.

  Knowing Ginger and Emory, either scenario seemed incredibly unlikely. Still, I'd be feeling a whole lot better if I'd been more careful in the beginning.

  I whispered, "I should've closed the doors."

  "If you mean the doors downstairs," Chase said, "I got 'em."

  "Really? Are you sure?" I didn't remember him shutting the doors. But then again, I'd been pretty caught up in my own secret fantasies – fantasies which had since become a pretty spectacular reality.

  Chase nuzzled my ear. "Trust me, I'm sure."

  Desperately, I wanted to trust him. And yet, I couldn’t seem to let it go. "But what if they come in, anyway? I mean, you didn't lock the doors, did you?"

  He ran a hand along the side of my face and said with all kinds of innuendo, "I will next time."

  Oh, boy. Even though he was obviously joking, I couldn’t help but consider how nice it would be if there was a next time – maybe not here in the barn, but somewhere.

  I'd just had the best sex of my life, and the thought of never doing it again, well, it was kind of a shame, actually.

  Okay, I knew I'd have sex again.

  But I wanted sex with him.

  This was bad, wasn't it?

  Chase whispered, "Hang on, I'll be right back."

  "From where?"

  He pulled away. "You'll see." And with that, he stood, leaving me lying there alone. On the upside, he gave me one heck of a view as he turned and headed toward the ladder.

  Softly, I called out, "Wait, you're not going down there, are you?"

  If he was planning to lock the doors now, I could only imagine how this would play out. He'd probably reach them just in time to give Ginger and Emory a view of their own.