Chapter Five

Riley

Chase's house has felt more like a home to me in the three weeks since I've been here than my stepfather's house ever was in the twelve years I lived there.

Every morning during my first week at Greystone, I woke up to a fresh pot of chocolate coffee–which I had casually mentioned to him was my favorite–and breakfast in bed.

He didn't go out very much that first week, but whenever he had to, he always made sure to order some pizza, sandwiches, wraps, and my favorite pasta for lunch. He always came home with dinner for us.

He would then ask me how my day was and not just ask but listen as I recounted every boring detail to him. At first, it was hard for me to reconcile the tattooed hunk with muscles so strong he could probably lift a small car and the man who had punched my stepfather until he was lying unconscious on that sidewalk, all bloody, with the man who was always so gentle and kind to me.

It's been three weeks, and there's no sign that my stepfather or Deadeye Dante are looking for me. Maybe my monster of a stepfather finally got the merciless death he deserved at Dante's hands, or I wasn't that much of a prize to begin with.

Whatever the case, I'm finally starting to regain a sense of control over my life, and I'm feeling the best I've felt in years, except for one problem. Chase has been avoiding me.

Yes, he's been taking care of me and making sure I have everything I need, everything except for the one thing I really need… HIM.

Ever since our kiss, he's been avoiding me as if I'm a plague. He keeps a distance between us whenever we're in the same room or on the same couch. I can't stand it anymore, especially when he's always walking around here almost shirtless.

He's currently sitting on one of the sofas in the living room, hunched over his laptop, when I walk out of my bedroom. Sara, Bruce's wife and the only one close to a friend I have in Greystone, invited me to brunch, so I'm going to the Greystone Café to meet her.

"Hey." Chase looks up from his laptop at me. "Perfect timing."

"Why?"

He turns the laptop, and relief and happiness wash over me when I see the photos of my mom and me, which I lost when he got rid of my phone.

"Oh my god, how?" I ask, moving closer and opening the oldest one from my eleventh birthday.

"Bruce helped me retrieve them. It was really difficult, but I won't bore you with the details."

Without thinking, I jump on him and hug him out of excitement but then I catch myself and quickly pull back and get up.

"Sara and I are having brunch at the Café; I'll see you when I get back."

I turn around to leave. "What's going on? You don't seem as excited as I thought you would be."

"I am."

He closes the laptop and places it on the center table. "No, you're not. I think I know you pretty well."

I stay quiet, contemplating whether I should tell him why I'm upset or just leave for brunch. My desire wins. "I don't think you do because if you did, you would've noticed how desperate I've been for your attention."

He's now sporting a confused look. "I thought I've been pretty attentive to you since we returned to Greystone."

"Yes. You cook me breakfast, lunch, and dinner and ask about my day, but…"

"But what?"

"Are you not attracted to me?"

"What?" His deep voice rumbles.

"I mean, I'd understand if you aren't. Isn't that why you've been avoiding me since we kissed?"

He shakes his head. "Is that what you think?"

"What else could it be."

He gets up, and he has this dangerous look in his eyes, the same one I'd seen before he hit my stepfather. I step back an inch, but his huge frame waves goodbye to any space between us.

"Is that what you think? That I'm not attracted to you?" I nod like a mouse caught in-between two cats. "Sweetheart, I'm so attracted to you that I have to physically restrain myself from not grabbing you and ravishing you every time I see you. Do you know…the… torture these last three weeks have been? Seeing you and having you be so close to me."

My eyes blink rapidly. "So, why haven't you ravished me?"

"I'm not a gentleman in the least, but I wanted to give you some time to recover from the things you went through in Misty River. I'm not some jerk who takes advantage of a vulnerable woman no matter how excruciating staying away from her may be."

I don't know what comes over me, but I decide to be bold for the first time in my life. "I am not vulnerable; I want this."

I'd hardly finished that sentence when Chase groans and drags me to him, making me crash against his sturdy chest.

"God, I want you so fucking bad," is the last thing he says before his lips crash down to mine in an urgency I'd never felt before.

He's tugging on my lower lip, and then the upper one, and then his teeth are grazing my lip, and his tongue is fighting for dominance in my mouth.

His citrus and sandalwood wood smell is like a drug I've been starved of long enough, so I lean in closer, desperate to feel every part of him against me.

Oh shit! He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted me badly. The steely cock digging against my thigh is proof enough.

I suddenly feel a rush of adrenaline surge through me. It feels so good to be making a manly man as strong as Chase desire me so much that he looks like he's physically hurting himself.

"Oh, Chase." I moan as his lips leave mine and find the exposed flesh on my neck.

Each stroke of his tongue on the nape of my neck has all the wetness rushing to my pussy. I throw my head back to savor the shivers running down my spine.

True to his word, he rips open my blouse in one move, and the buttons clatter to the ground as he buries his face in-between my breasts.

His hand snakes around my back to unclasp my black lace bra, and I don't miss the hiss through his teeth when it falls off to reveal my breasts and nipples swollen with pleasure.

"Fuck, they're even more beautiful than I imagined when I stroked my cock every night." My eyes widen in delightful surprise. "Yes, Riley, I jerked off with images of your breasts in my head, but seeing them now, I must say I was so terribly wrong." He reaches out and squeezes them. "And they fit my hands so perfectly."

With that, his head falls to my chest again. This time, he kisses around my breasts, underneath and around, all the while avoiding the nipples, which I'm desperate for him to suck.

When he finally does, my head jerks back involuntarily as inexplicable pleasure drowns out everything around us. He sucks, bites, and grazes over the right nipple while rolling, pulling, and slightly pressing the other one with his thumb and index finger.

The combination of pleasure and pain is unbelievable, and I can literally feel my wetness soaking through my jeans. Chase raises his head to look at me; his eyes are wild, like a forest fire ready to obliterate anything. "Take off your jeans."

I obey him, opening my button and pulling down my zipper before sliding them off my hips and stepping out.

He licks his lips, his eyes roaming over every inch of my body. "The panties, too."

I step out of my panties, and he inhales sharply. "Oh fuck, Riley, so perfect. Lie down and spread your legs for me."

I don't disagree, I couldn't even if I tried. I want everything Chase wants, even more, if he can offer it, so I walk over to the sofa, lie down, and spread my legs.

He pulls off his tank top, and I lean on my elbows to watch him undress. It's a spectacular show that I'm not about to miss.

As he pulls off his top and drops it on the ground beside my pile, his broad chest, strong shoulders, and abs—so well-defined and sculptured that I could probably cut steel on them—come into full view. My eyes roam over every beautiful tattoo on his chest before dropping to the V that disappears underneath his joggers.

Lord, he's a beautiful, powerful man and gets to be my first. I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

When he pulls down his joggers and his cock bounces free, my throat suddenly dries up, and I swallow to lubricate it. His cock is huge. Much larger than I expected. For a second, I'm lost in my thoughts.

He comes to stand in front of my open legs, staring down at my exposed pussy.

"Oh shit. You're so pink, fresh and wet for me."

Still looking at my pussy with a raging desire in his eyes, he grabs his cock and strokes it.

"Damn, Riley, you don't know how much I've thought about burying my cock in that virgin pussy of yours, and now I get to do it, but first, I need to taste you. Spread your legs wider."

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out, so I nod obediently.

Chase gets on his knees and swings my legs over his shoulders, and unlike with my breasts, he dives right in. His tongue flicks over my clit. Just one flick and my entire world comes to a screeching halt.

What the hell was that, and why did it feel so good? He continues using his tongue to lick and suck every inch of my pussy. As I writhe and thrash around the sofa, two of his fingers slip into my wetness, and he starts fingering me while licking my clit over and over again.

Something starts building up in me, a pressure I've never felt before. I grab Chase's thick brown hair. He doesn't let up; just keeps licking and licking until my orgasm pulls me under like a strong current.

He holds me as I shake through my release, lapping up every drop. When I eventually stop shaking, he gets up and gives me the most wicked smile before climbing on top of me.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes. Make me yours."

He positions himself at my entrance and looks into my eyes. "It's going to hurt, but I'll be as gentle as I can be."

I nod my approval, and he kisses me before pushing himself in. He stops for a moment to allow me to catch my breath. When he pushes in again, a sharp pain tears through me, and I wince.

"I'm sorry, I promise it won't hurt again."

He gives me a few more seconds and then buries the rest of his cock into my pussy.

"Oh baby, your pussy is so fucking tight." He moans, slamming into me and pulling out again before going back in.

The sensations flowing through every inch of my body are something I've never experienced. I hold on to his powerful shoulders for dear life as he impales me with his cock.

Soon, the same pressure I felt earlier while his face was buried between my legs starts to build again, this time more intense with each of his powerful thrusts.

"Oh, Chase, I'm coming." I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.

While I'm still shaking, Chase grabs one of my legs and hangs it over his shoulder, slamming into me harder and harder, like a man possessed.

"Oh, you're perfect, your pussy is perfect, your breasts are perfect. I don't want this to end, baby, I wanna take you like this every single day… oh shit! I'm coming!" He groans like a wounded animal as his orgasm hits him.

He continues thrusting until every single drop of his come has found a home inside my pussy.