Leah
My body knew his. I felt every nerve awaken, and a sweet tingling sensation vibrated through me as his hands caressed my body. I could feel his erection pushing against me. I rotated my hips to rub my pussy against it. The revelation I had no panties on had unleashed a wild man. The way he lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all was a huge turn-on. I was his to do with as he pleased. He lifted me up, my body pressed against the wall, and my legs were around his waist once again.
“Chase,” I whispered, thinking I heard a noise but not sure.
His fingers were deep inside me, bringing me close to climax. His mouth moved to my neck while his other big strong hand held the back of my neck.
“We can't,” I moaned, loving the feel of his body pushed against mine and needing more, but knowing I couldn't.
“I know, baby, I know.”
He stepped away, his hands on my shoulders as he supported my body as well as his own. We stood there in the soft glow of light, panting. I silently counted to ten, hoping to cool my raging need to fuck him mindless.
“We should get back in there,” he said in a husky voice.
“Yeah, probably.”
I smoothed my dress down, did what I could to smooth my hair and hide any evidence of what had just happened. I watched as he adjusted himself before smoothing his own hair back into place.
He opened the door, flooding the room with light and giving me the chance to see him clearly.
“Oops,” I said, reaching out to run my thumb over his lips.
“What?” he asked.
I giggled. “My lipstick doesn't look as good on you as it does on me.”
He grinned. “I bet it does.”
He licked his lips and used his hand to wipe his lips and then his face. “All good?”
I looked at his face and then his neck. “All good. A little lipstick on your collar but I don't think anyone's going to notice.”
“This is crazy, huh?” he asked as we stood there in the hallway.
I chuckled. “I guess you could say that. But I like it,” I added.
He stepped close to me. “So do I. I want you, again.”
“Come to my room later?” I boldly said, a little shocked to be saying it but very excited at the prospect of getting him alone in my room to do as I pleased with his body.
He looked unsure. “How about the gym after Blake crashes?”
“Okay, probably better,” I said, a little bummed I wouldn't get the chance to be with him in my bed. My room offered privacy the gym couldn't, but I could understand why he didn't want to use my room. I wasn't going to push the man. I wanted him so badly, I would agree to sex in the front yard if he was willing.
He looked down the hall both ways before giving me a quick kiss. “I'll be back there in a minute. I need to take care of something first.”
I grinned and reached down to rub his straining dick through his pants. “Yeah, you better. You may scare them if you walk in there like this.”
He groaned. “Tonight.”
“Yes,” I said before turning and walking back toward the kitchen.
I was excited to get him naked again. I wanted him in so many different ways. I knew he was a skilled lover, and he would make my body sing. The kitchen was empty when I returned.
Odd.
I hoped Blake and Marissa hadn't come looking for us. That would be tough to explain. I heard a noise coming from the dining room and realized they had gotten tired of waiting for us and already sat down to eat. I took a deep breath, pasted on my everything is fine face, and headed in before stopping dead in my tracks.
It wasn't dinner they were enjoying.
I stepped back and to the side to keep them from seeing me.
What the hell?
Marissa was sitting on the kitchen table with Blake standing between her legs. They were making out like Chase and I had been doing. I stood there, hiding behind the wall, trying to process what I had just seen.
Had Blake and Chase planned this? Chase never did say why he needed me in the game room. I had assumed it was for a quickie, but he wouldn't be that brazen. He had kept me busy so Blake could be alone with Marissa. The way they were all over each other, it didn't look like they were strangers. How long had it been going on?
I was suddenly irritated. I remembered Blake had stayed with me almost all summer. I had assumed it was because he liked the house and didn't want to change his habits because his dad was gone. I had been thrilled to have him, but I now realized I may have been used. Had he and Marissa been sleeping together all summer?
I clapped my hand over my mouth, remembering an incident in the hot tub. It had never occurred to me my best friend was sleeping with my stepson. I wasn't sure I was okay with that.
I tiptoed back into the kitchen, not wanting them to know I saw them. I wasn't ready for that conversation. I knew I had no room to talk or pass judgment after what I’d been doing with Chase, but I did want to talk with Marissa about it. I had to look out for Blake.
Chase came back to the kitchen, and my eyes immediately dropped to his crotch.
“Don't,” he growled. “I just got things tucked away.”
I snickered. “Sorry.”
“Where's Blake?” he asked.
I looked at him. “In the dining room. With Marissa.”
He nodded but didn't give away whether he expected that or not.
“We should probably wait a minute before we go in there,” I said, watching his face closely to see his reaction.
He revealed nothing.
“Okay, do we need to take anything in or do they have it already?” he asked.
I pointedly looked at the counter where the lasagna sat.
“Oh.”
I stared at him, lifted my eyebrows, and then looked back at the lasagna.
He smiled. “Ohhhh, gotcha. We'll hang here a minute.”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
I saw him fight back the look of pride, and I knew he had been in on it. I couldn't be mad. I had been desperate for a minute alone with him and gone willingly. I would worry about the Blake and Marissa thing later.
A thought popped into my head—my kitchen table!
“Make noise!” I blurted out, grabbing a few dishes and clattering them.
He laughed but seemed to know what I was doing. I took a deep breath, grabbed the lasagna, and prepared to enter the dining room again as if my best friend hadn't had her ass sitting on it a moment ago.
When we walked in, Marissa was sitting in a chair on one side of the table with Blake on the other. They both looked very tousled. Blake looked at Chase and nodded, essentially giving each other a mental high five. I had to fight back an eye roll. I looked at Marissa who refused to meet my eyes. She had guilt written all over her face. I was definitely going to have to talk to her, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy dinner.
“Everybody hungry?” I asked in my best hostess voice.
The looks I got said everyone was most definitely hungry, but it wasn't for the lasagna I was serving.
“How about some wine?” I said, needing something to take the edge off my desire.
“I'll grab a couple beers,” Blake said, standing and practically running to the kitchen.
With our drinks poured and our plates filled, we all sat down to enjoy a perfectly awkward dinner together. We talked little, all of us clearly occupied with other matters. Once dinner was over, we headed into the den to drink a little more before Marissa said her goodbyes.
I felt bad, but I was so happy she was leaving. Now I could excuse myself to my room. I was aching with need and didn't think I could wait much longer.
“Good night, guys,” I said, turning to wink at Chase who gave me a saucy grin in return.