Chapter Twenty Four
I wake up to the smell of something delicious. I stretch lazily and find myself feeling a little sore. Chase and I made love twice again during the night, I love that he can’t get enough of me. He walks in only wearing his boxer shorts, looking as sexy as ever. He looks slightly more muscled than before.
“Been working out?” I ask huskily.
Chase grins cheekily, “I had to find some way to work out the frustration.”
I bite my lip to contain my smile. “What do we have here?” I gesture to the plate in his hands.
“Breakfast for my woman. Pancakes with syrup, strawberries and whipped cream.” His eyes heat as he says it, and I know he is remembering our last encounter with the syrup.
“Don’t look at me like that, Chase, because I am a little too sore to do anything about it.” He comes over and hands me the plate as I sit up.
His eyes concerned on mine, “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby, I couldn’t stop myself last night.”
“I loved it,” I assure him. I eat my breakfast and Chase watches me with half lidded eyes.
“I brought you to this apartment for a reason, Layla, besides the privacy. I want you to move in here with me.”
I open my mouth, and then close it. “Chase, I’m glad we are back together again, but can we please take it a bit slower? Let’s just date for a while, then we can talk about this again.”
He looks disappointed, but nods in agreement. He kisses me on the head. “Alright. I’m just happy you’re not shutting me out anymore.” He kisses me slowly. I finish my breakfast and then we go and have a shower. Together.
******
We walk back into the house, hand in hand, huge smiles adorning both our faces. I see Kade, James and a random girl sitting in the lounge are.
“Look at you two!” Kade teases.
“Finally!” James grins.
I look at the girl and see her eyeing Chase. She is short and petite, with a severe black bob and curled bangs, like of like Betty Boop. Her eyes are dark and beady, her skin fair. For some reason, I don’t like her. Maybe it could be the evil looks she is sending my way. “Layla, this is Ashley, a friend of mine.” Kade introduces us. Chase’s hand tightens on mine as I put on a smile and say hello.
I look over at James, who looks tired. I walk over to him and kiss his cheek. “Where have you been, James? Are you okay?” he gives me a slight smile.
“I had work to do, I’m fine, princess. I’m glad you and Chase sorted your shit out, now he can stop sulking around the house!”
Chase flips him off.
Ashley speaks, in a grating high pitch voice. “It’s been a while, Chase.”
Her look says it all. Chase has been there and done that.
“Ashley, shut up.” Kade rumbles.
“Yeah, Ashley, the last time I saw you, you were leaving James’s room I believe,” Chase adds thoughtfully.
I glance at James’ to see him grinning unrepentantly. These men!
I sigh, “Okay, Ashley is a whore, we get it. Let’s go, Chase.”
“What the fuck did you say bitch?” she squeals.
“You’ve clearly fucked Chase. Congrats by the way, who hasn’t?” I can hear someone clearing their throat and also some muffled laughter. “And you’ve also been with James. Who knows about Kade. You are clearly an attention seeking whore, you don’t need to broadcast it. Did you get that? Or should I speak in shorter sentences for you to understand?”
Chase grabs me and carries me to his room before anything can escalade. I can hear Ashley whining in the background to Kade, saying, how could he let me talk to her like that.
Chase throws me on the bed, his eyes twinkling. “What was that outburst about?”
“I just got you back; I don’t need another whore, who’s trying to make trouble between us. It’s obvious you have been with, what may be, the whole of Australia, but since I have decided to make this work, I’m going to have to deal with that.”
He jumps on the bed next to me and hugs me. “I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m too selfish to care. You are amazing, Layla.” I hum in agreement, causing him to grace me with his dimple.
I sit up, “Come on, I want to bake something. I will behave I promise.” He kisses me then lets me go.
******
I put the plate on the table in front of Chase, and he immediately starts eyeing the selection.
“Fuck, which one do I eat first.” He asks himself.
“Aren’t you going to ask what they are?”
He looks up at me, confused.
I point to the plate. “Twix cookies and Twix muffins.”
Chase’s eyes wide almost hysterically, “You are fucking kidding me.” He picks up a cookie first and takes a bite. He moans. And I feel my body respond. “Layla, fuck nursing, you should open a fucking bakery. These are amazing.” He starts tasting one of each. Kade and James walk in, see the goods and try to take one, but Chase bats their hands away. “Fuck off. I don’t share anything Twix!” he growls possessively, swiping the plate closer to himself. Giggling, I call the boys into the kitchen and hand them the other baked goods I made, knowing Chase wouldn’t share.
Kade wraps and arm around me and sighs. “You are going to be the best sister in law ever!” causing me to choke on the cookie I was eating. He pats me on the back, chuckling merrily. His hair has grown even longer, thick and light, it looked hot. I glance over at Chase to see if he heard that comment. He was stuffing his face with a muffin, but he was also wearing a huge grin. I don’t know if was over the comment or the muffin. My vote is with the muffin.
“Your hair is sexy.” I blurt out, purposely changing the subject.
“Hey!” Chase growls out playfully. Guess he is listening.
Kade smiles slowly, and runs his hands through it. “The women seem to love it,” he boasts.
“I only like it because it looks like Kurt Cobain’s.” I do love Kurt Cobain.
“We’re having a party this weekend. So here’s your notice, princess.”
“Another orgy huh, I’ll bring my raincoat.”
Now it’s Kade choking on his cookie.
******
I wake up alone the next morning. I can hear the shower on in the bathroom. A few minutes later the door opens and Chase walks out in nothing but a towel. “You’re awake,” he purrs, his eyes interested.
“I am, so what are you going to do about it?” He chuckles, a husky sound that gives me shivers. “You should have woken me up, you know, if you wanted to play.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake you.” He grins and drops his towel. This man is confident about his body, and he has no reason whatsoever to be shy. He is already aroused, and ready to go. He stalks over to the bed, and pulls the blanket off me. He runs his hands up from my ankles to my thighs, and then pulls down my red lacy underwear. He sits me up, and gives me a deep wet kiss, only stopping to lift my nighty off. He pauses to look me over, and rumbles his approval. I watch his eyes linger greedily over my breasts. “Fuck,” he moans. “You are beautiful, fucking perfect. “ He kisses me again, more desperate this time. He pulls away and rumbles, “Guess I’m going to be late to work,” grins, and then continues.
By the time he gets to work he was indeed, very late.
I’m at work, and time is dragging. Rylie, a co- worker of mine is doing my nails. We have no clients whatsoever and the boss isn’t in all day, so it’s just the two of us.
“French tip?” She asks as she files.
“Yeah, sounds good.” Rylie is a petite little thing, standing at about 5’2. She is an absolutely beautiful girl, with chestnut brown hair and stunning eyes, an almost violet color. We work together about once a week and we get on great.
“Any plans tonight?” she asks, making conversation.
“Not really. A shit load of assignments. You?”
“I have to go and pick my shit up from my ex-boyfriends,” she says with an exaggerated groan.
I cringe, “Yup, I bet that has to suck.”
“Yeah, I’m so fucking glad it’s over though,” she admits.
“I know some hot men,” I put out there.
She gives me a sly grin. “Oh yeah, how hot?”
A bell beeps as the door opens and we both turn around. I’m shocked when I see Chase standing there, looking hot in a pair of worn jeans and a tight white T shirt. He has his helmet and leather jacket in his hands.
“That hot?” Rylie asks, her eyes as wide as saucers.
I grin. “Oh no, no one is that hot.”
I’m still admiring the view.
“Is this what you do all day at work, Layla? No wonder you love it,” Chase teases as he walks in and kisses me on my temple.
“Hi, I’m Chase,” he rumbles to Rylie.
“Rylie,” she introduces, putting her hand out in greeting.
“Nice to meet you Rylie.” Chase’s eyes find mine. “I’ll wait for you outside, Layla”, he says in a raspy voice that tugs at my lower belly.
“Okay,” I whisper back at him. He walks out and both Rylie and I stare at his retreating back.
“Well, fuck me,” she mumbles. I laugh. “No, seriously, Layla. You have done well. Now, go home, I’ll close up.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. I’ll see you next week,” she says, standing up and heading to the register.
“See you, and thanks, Rylie.”
“Don’t thank me, go and enjoy yourself with that hunk of a man,” she says, sighing dreamily.
I walk out and see Chase waiting patiently in the car park. “Let’s go home Chase,” I demand. He sees the look in my eyes, and I watch his narrow, his nostrils flaring. He lifts me up roughly and places me on the bike, before jumping on himself.
“Hold on tight, baby.”