He groans and jerks off his shirt and goes for mine, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. I pant as his mouth moves over my chest. “Let me show you how much I love you. How much I want you.”
“You shouldn’t have to do all this to prove it again and again,” Chase murmurs against my skin before cupping my breast and wrapping his mouth around my nipple.
His tongue is the sweetest torture, turning me on, teasing me, spreading pinpricks of pleasure across my skin. It’s a race to get my pants off and to get his down far enough that I can drop on his hardness and take him deep.
Chase and I moan together, but he flips me over quickly. He hovers above me, his eyes so conflicted. I stroke over his face. “Take me, Chase. Love me, baby boy. Like only you can.”
He groans and adjusts us so he’s behind me. He pulls my leg up and thrusts into me, getting even deeper. My head falls back and I whimper. Chase massages my breast, kisses over the back of my shoulder, and fucks me relentlessly.
“Yes, just like that. You’re so good, baby boy.”
“You’re perfect for me,” Chase purrs against my skin.
I tremble as my eyes flutter shut. Chase feels so right against me. There’s no way he can deny that we fit together perfectly. I won’t leave him just because his Dad wants to bend him to the old ways of doing things. I might not have all the answers, but I’m not going to let Chase keep pushing me away. I’m not going to tolerate him distancing or trying to decide what’s best for me without my input.
And the amazing, soul-touching, toe-curling sex we can have, even on the couch is just more proof that we are meant to be.
“I love you,” I gasp while trying to hold out. “I love you so much, Chase.”
“Fucking hell, baby doll. You undo me every time,” He pants before a moan rips through him. I feel it against my back.
I squeeze my inner muscles and Chase lets out another wild groan. He rolls us so I’m on my belly, then pulls me back. He holds one wrist down and kisses along the nape of my neck. “That’s so damn good. You’re fucking amazing, Valerie.”
Gasping and panting, I take everything he gives me. Pleasure so overwhelming, so warm and safe. His muscled body wrapped around me, holding me in place and yet making me feel so good.
It’s too much. I shudder and then yell his name as I come apart. Chase grunts with every disjointed thrust and grips my hair so he can hear every sound leaving my throat.
“I love you,” He says in my ear. “so much. I can’t let you go.”
“Don’t,” I agree. “don’t let me go, Chase. Let me fight with you.”
He moans and jerks out just before a second orgasm can take me. He comes on my back and flops down. He looks at me as I peek at him from over my shoulder and then he chuckles. “How can you go from so sexy to so cute with one orgasm?”
“Let me be your girlfriend a while longer and you might find out.”
Chase nods and picks me up, sweeping me off my feet and dragging me to clean up. By the time we come downstairs, I know another problem is waiting for us. Hunter keeps chewing the inside of his cheek and Lief is actually outside smoking. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him do that.
I look to Hunter for an answer. He sighs. “Lief’s parents are coming at the same time as the gala for Chase. Our father is very eager to meet them and make them a potential .. sponsor of the business.”
“But ... but. His parents are really coming?”
“They booked their tickets,” Lief says as he comes in. “I didn’t expect them to do so this quickly.” Lief shakes his head. “Less than ideal.”
“Viking, if you’re not ready for this ... if you’re not ready to introduce me and you want to minimize stress, I understand,” I assure him. He looks like he’s going to argue, but I hold up my hand. “I haven’t forgotten how things went with my mom and that was thegoodparent for me. I’m not going to be upset or judge.”
Because as long as we’re not staring at life and death, anything is worth stomaching for my men. They’ve had to deal with so much of my bullshit, I’m glad that I can help them through something as normal as parents.
HUNTER
Valerie keeps up with the oddly sweet, nearly professional thing until two days before the gala. It’s been getting under my skin. I miss my cutthroat, sassy girlfriend, not the one who wants to make life easier for everyone else. She still shares plenty of opinions, but I think she needs to talk.
Which is why I’ve left work early and how I’m lucky enough to find her screaming into a pillow wearing my pajama pants and one of her crop tops. She screams again, muffling herself against the pillow until she runs out of breath and flops to the side, mumbling against the fabric.
“So this is how you’re editing. Scream therapy.”
She lets the pillow drop and looks up at me. Her expression is so dismal and fed up anddone, that I can’t stop myself from going to her. I bundle her up in my arms and she wraps herself around me. One of her hands strokes through my hair while the other rubs the nape of my neck.
Tension I didn’t know I had, eases around my shoulders. Valerie sighs. “I just want to knock down the whole mansion, clock your dad, tell the other old men to get the fuck over themselves and not worry what anyone else is doing in bed.”