20. Twenty

Val

I don’t know if Chase can feel my anger on the ride home. I have to lean into him, but it’s not in the same way I pressed against him on the ride to the club.

When he pulls into the duplex, I get off the bike as soon as it’s stopped.

Once we’re in the house, I turn on him with my hands on my hips.

“I can’t believe you acted like such a Neanderthal at the club. At first, I thought it was exciting that you couldn’t wait, but to find out you did that just to remind me I belong to you! I can’t believe you. Every feminine instinct in my body is outraged right now by what you said.”

Chase just stands there oddly silent while I continue to rant.

“I understand if you’re a little possessive, even a little jealous. I can handle that. Instead, you acted like it was my fault that... that... gift from the gods kept flirting with me!”

Finally, he speaks.

“I am fucking jealous. I didn’t like him ogling you!”

“Not my problem!”

“He shouldn’t have been the one teaching you how to play pool.”

“Again, not my problem. I asked you to teach me. I didn’t ask him.”

“You could have said no when he asked.”

“So, you do think it’s my fault?” I turn my back on him in a huff.

“No, I know it wasn’t your fault.”

I warily turn back around and raise a winged brow at him.

Chase holds up his right hand and states, “Fine, I, Chase Knight, overreacted when I saw another man ogling my wife,” Chase shrugs, “He was teaching you how to play pool when I wanted to be the one to show you. I wanted to show you how to hold the cue stick. I wanted to have my arms around you tonight. I fucking wanted to be the one whispering sexual innuendoes in your ear, the kind that would make you blush.”

“Sexy innuendos? Like what?” I ask, in spite of myself.

“Like wrapping your hand around the cue stick and telling you how rigid and smooth it feels. I wanted to talk about balls and sinking them into the hole.”

I feel my lips start to curl up in a laugh at his silly and, yes, sexual innuendos.

“What else?”

“That’s all I could think of because my mind was clouded with thoughts of burying my fist in Matteo’s face if he called himself a gift from the gods one more time.”

At those words, I go ahead and let myself laugh.

“It means gift of God, in Italian.”

“You know Italian?”

“No, not really. I only know a few words, but I happen to have a cousin named Matteo.”

“What else don’t I know about you, Valentina?”

“Well, for one. I prefer to be called Val instead of Valentina.”

“What is the meaning of the name Valentina in Italian? Beautiful?”

“No, I believe it’s strong and healthy.”

“I’m glad you’re strong, healthy, and beautiful.”

He comes up and cups my face with his hands then gives me one of his grins.

“Don’t try to sweeten me up with one of your sexy lopsided grins.”

“So, you think my grins are sexy, huh?”

I roll my eyes, then give him a narrowed look.

“Maybe.”

“Admit it, you liked what I did to you in the storage room. Didn’t you, Val?”

“Oh, no, you don’t. I’m still mad at you.”

He slowly advances toward me.

“Chase, stop. I already told you I’m still angry.”

“No, you’re not Val. Maybe I should have done more while we were in the storage room.”

“Big talker, but for one thing, there wasn’t enough room.”

“Right— Take off your clothes, Val.”

My eyes fly to his.

“Now. Strip for me, Val.”

I can tell he’s serious about me taking off my clothes.

So, I start to head toward the bedroom.

“No, Val. Right here. Right now,” from the smoldering look in his eyes, I can tell he’s serious.

“Okay.” I slip off my biker boots and then look again at Chase. He’s leaning back on his feet with his arms folded over his chest again, but this time he’s not frowning.

I decide if he wants a show, then I’ll give him one. I turn with a sultry smile.

I slowly unbutton my shirt and let it hang open, revealing glimpses of my hot pink lingerie that I was going to surprise him with tonight. I then reach up and lift my long black hair in my hands, then slowly let it fall through my fingers.

When I glance at Chase again, I see that his face is hard with desire. I don’t allow my eyes to go lower than his face.

I then unbutton my jeans and slowly unzip them, revealing my matching hot pink panties. I shimmy out of my jeans, and then I slowly turn to place my jeans on the chair behind me. I hear Chase’s sudden intake of breath when he sees my hot pink panties are really a thong.

Leaving my back to him, I give him a come-hither look over my shoulder.

“Val, I was going to take you on the dining room table, but I think instead I want to be looking at your perfect ass when I fuck you.”

At his rough words, my panties start to dampen.

“Take off your shirt,” as I take off my unbuttoned shirt, my hands go around to my back to unfasten my bra.

“Leave the bra where it is.”

I obey.

“Val, lean over and place your hands on the seat of the chair.”

I do as I’m told. I feel vulnerable not being able to see Chase and having my bottom up in the air. My head is lower than my hips.

Chase continues his demands in a low, husky voice.

“Spread your legs, Babe.”

“Wider.”

“That’s it, yeah. Just like that.”

I hear Chase as he approaches, and then I feel him behind me, his body heat as he approaches.

The anticipation is making my need stronger. My panties are no longer just damp; they are soaking wet.

I hear his zipper being pulled down.

I continue to wait as my desire builds to a crescendo. I’m so ready for him.

Then I feel his broad hands on either side of my hips.

I feel one of his hands move to the small of my back as he positions me right where he wants me. The exact angle. I feel his hand as he moves my thong to the side but leaves it on.

Then I feel him, big and hard, probing my entrance. In one powerful stroke, he enters me to the hilt. I gasp as I use my hands and arms to support myself against the chair.

His hands are again gripping my hips as he starts to move.

He pulls out and then surges in.

“That’s it, Baby. Damn, you feel so good.”

I can’t respond because the feelings are too intense.

“I love your ass. It’s so fine. So, damn perfect.”

Soon, I’m pushing back to meet his powerful thrusts. The sex is rough and wild, and I love it.

I feel that familiar flutter down my spine, and then it disappears. Chase continues thrusting into me faster and harder. Then I feel his hand come around to my front. He finds that bundle of nerves, and then, as he thrums it with his fingertip, I shatter. Hard. I’m no longer in control of my body, and I’m clenching around him in a powerful orgasm. I feel my body milking him.

One more powerful thrust, and then he’s leaning against my back as he finds his own release. It’s as powerful as mine.

The only sound I hear now is our harsh breathing.

I feel Chase straighten, and then he pulls me up beside him. I still have on my bra and thong. I feel his hands as they cup my breasts through my lace bra.

“Now, that didn’t take too much room, did it?”

Just thinking of him doing this to me in that small, dark storage room has my toes curling.

I finally find my voice. “No.”

“I love you in hot pink, Babe.”

He turns me around, and then his hot, wet mouth finds my nipples through my bra.

When he finally unfastens my bra, my breasts are tingling from his attention, and my nipples are already hard peaks.

“I’m not done with you, Val. I’m now going to take you to bed, and you’ll be screaming my name before I’m done. That’s a promise.”

I shiver at his words. The other thing I know about Chase is that he always keeps his promises.