19. Nineteen

Chase

Val has on her biker babe clothes again. Damn, she looks sexy. The new pants she bought look painted on.

I watch her hips sway as she walks past me, then I pull her in for a kiss and caress that same ass.

“Fuck, I’m getting used to being hard when you’re around.”

“I can see where that might be a problem,” she quips.

“Have you thought about what type of motorcycle you want?”

“Some. I like the Can-Am Spyder, but nobody else at the club seems to have one.”

I shrug, “So, who cares? You’ll be the first. If that’s the bike you want, we should get it for you.”

“Thanks, but for now, I’ll just hold on tight while you drive.”

“Works for me. I like feeling you behind me— or under me. I like it when you’re on top too, or down on your knees—“

“Chase! Behave. What has you in such a feisty mood tonight?”

I pull her into my arms, “Well, I’ve been working the last three nights, and I haven’t had you in my bed.”

“I’ve been sleeping in the same bed as you.”

“You know I wasn’t talking about sleeping, Babe.”

“You’re the one who made plans tonight.”

“Damn, I know. I mentioned to my uncle that you wanted to learn how to play pool, so he suggested we come by tonight. I guess there’s some hot shot player he wants us to meet.”

“Well, I’m ready when you are.”

“Let’s go.”

I meant it when I told Val I like feeling her behind me. Her soft curves pressed up against me like they are now. I can’t wait to get her alone.

“We’re here.”

We secure our helmets and then wave at the regulars outside the bar. I keep my arm possessively around Val as we make our way inside.

I’ve never been the possessive type, but since Val started showing off her curvy body, she’s been drawing some attention. I try to make it clear that she’s off-limits. She’s my wife; you’d think they could keep their eyes to themselves.

I order each of us a draft and then bring it back to our booth.

I look up as Sam comes around with a guy I haven’t seen in here before.

“Val, Chaser, this is Matteo Rossi. He’s one of the best pool players around. Unfortunately, he’s just passing through. I told him we need some good pool players in our club.”

“Matteo, nice to meet you,” at my questioning look, my uncle states, “Matteo said Italians don’t name their bikes.”

I watch as Matteo leans over Val’s hand and then holds it just a little too long.

“Val? You look Italian.””Her maiden name is Carlucci, but she’s a Knight now,” I might as well stake my claim.

“Carlucci? Is your name Valentina?”

Val nods, “Yes, it is, but I go by Val.”

“Why? Valentina is such a beautiful name. It suits you. My name means Gift of God. I like to think that I’m a gift from the Gods.”

I almost gag at his words, but Val just smiles.

“You want to learn the game of pool, no?”

“Yes–”

“I will teach you. Gentlemen. Let me show lovely Valentina how to play the game of biliardo.”

Val looks over at me, and I just shrug. So, she stands and follows the Italian Casanova into the pool room.

Sam looks over at me. “Sorry, Chaser. He seems smitten with Val.”

“Smitten. That’s one way to put it.”

I watch as Matteo explains the game to Val. To be fair, it doesn’t look like Val is giving him any encouragement, but it still pisses me off that he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. Just slight little touches on her arm or shoulder.

Sam glances at my face. “Chaser, maybe you should teach Val how to play.”

I stand without saying a word and go into the pool room. I lean back against the wall and order another beer while Matteo shows Val how to hold a cue stick.

A few beers later, I’m watching Val line up a shot at the pool table. She shoots and sinks a striped ball.

“Now, do I try to get all the striped balls in the pockets?”

“Yes, that is correct. Have you played before?”

“No, I’ve never played a game of pool before today.”

“You are holding the cue stick too tightly; hold it like this, see?” He walks up behind her and shows her how to hold the cue stick again.

She bites her lower lip in concentration and then lines up the shot, just like he showed her. Another of the striped balls goes into the pocket.

“Woo hoo! I get to go again, right? Until I miss?”

He smiles over her enthusiasm for the sport. “Yes, until you miss.” His gaze lingers on my wife longer than it should.

Val continues to play, but she keeps casting looks my way. She’s probably worried by the fact that I’m now leaning up against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest and frowning.

She should be worried. I’ve had just about enough of Matteo. The fool keeps ogling my wife, and I’m getting pissed. I want to hit the bastard. He knows Val’s my wife.

Finally, the game is over.

“Thank you, Matteo, I appreciate–”

“Come on, Val. Let’s go.” I don’t wait for the Italian to let go of her hand.

As we leave Matteo in the poolroom, I lead Val back toward our booth.

“Chase, that game is as hard as it looks.”

“Yes. Hard. It’s been damn hard watching you play. Now, I’m hard— very hard.”

I watch as her eyes widen at my double meaning, and then she looks around to see if anyone has overheard my crude remark.

“Chase, people may hear you,” but I see her heightened color and quickened breath.

Suddenly, I grab her hand and pull her along behind me. We enter one of the back halls, and I drag her into my uncle’s storage room.

I don’t turn on the light.

“Chase, what are you doing–”

I cut off her words with a hard kiss; I push her back against the wall, and then, in record time, I unzip her pants and shove my hand inside her panties. As I find her folds and enter her warm core with a blunt finger, I cover her gasp with another rough kiss.

“Damn, you’re already wet. That’s for me, isn’t it, Baby?”

I hear her soft whimper as I push another finger in and continue to work her with my hand.

The bulge in my jeans is hard as a rock, but I concentrate on Val’s pleasure.

As I feel the first of her quivers, I don’t let up. I can tell she’s close, and then, with another helpless whimper, she shatters in my arms.

I smile at the sounds she makes. My only disappointment is that I can only hear and feel her release. I prefer to watch her face as she comes in my arms, but it’s too dark in the storage room to see much.

I feel her relax in my arms. I reach down, pull up her zipper, and button up her jeans.

As I open the door to the storage room, I make the mistake of saying, “That was so you’ll remember who you belong to.”

When Val suddenly stops, I turn around and look at her. Her face is flushed red from more than her recent exertion.

Her eyes are all but sparking with the heat of her anger. She looks mad.

“What?” I shrug.

“So, your caveman antics weren’t about desire. Instead, it was to remind me I belong to you?”

I suddenly realize that I haven’t truly seen Val angry before. Her dark eyes flash with emotion, and the red on her cheeks is captivating. After her orgasm, her hair is even wilder than normal, and she looks... magnificent.

I feel my erection press even more urgently against my zipper.

“Look, why don’t we talk about this once we get home?”

“Fine.”