Chelsea had a blast jet-skiing. Chopper drove fast and occasionally he’d hit a little wave just right so they could get a little bit of air and it felt like they were flying. She was torn between being nervous and enjoying the sensations at first, but she trusted him, and when she decided to just relax and go with that, she ended up having more fun than she could remember having since she was a kid.

When it was time to give the jet-ski back, they got dressed and had lunch in a little place called “Burger Heaven” that was right on the water. Chelsea worried about how expensive their entrées were, but Chopper wouldn’t hear of letting her pay for anything. He seemed to always have money and sometimes she wondered what it was he did exactly to earn it. But most of the time she just reminded herself what a goodhearted man he was. The man that held her when she cried, or immediately apologized when he thought he offended her, or made her chocolate chip pancakes…that wasn’t a man who would do anything to hurt anyone on purpose, and that was really all she needed to know.

By the time they got back to her apartment, still smiling and mostly dry from the sun and wind on the ride back on the bike, she found herself thinking about what he’d been saying about her and Reed going on the road with him. She told herself not to think about it. It was impossible, and thinking about it was only setting herself up for more disappointment. Chelsea had a hard time with living in the here and now. For so long her life had been about the future. Getting clean, staying clean, having access to her baby, getting custody so that she and Reed could start her life.

Her mother spent hours talking to her about how unfair it would be to her son for her to be in a relationship, any relationship, when that happened. Chelsea knew her mom was worried that she’d end up with another guy like Wayne and everything she’d worked so hard for would end up being for naught. But would it really be so bad to offer a man like Chopper as a role model to her sweet baby boy? He’d be a much better one than Celia’s stuffy old husband for sure. Not that Rick was a bad man, but he was just so serious all the time. Chelsea learned when she was going through rehab that life was much more than one big party, but Chopper was also teaching her that there was a lot to be said for balance. She was twenty-six years old and she’d talked herself into believing that she didn’t deserve to have fun. Her version of fun in the past had been the problem, though, not the fun itself. That was a concept that might take some time for her to get through her head, but she had a feeling that spending time with Chopper was going to make it easier.

It was about three-thirty when they got back. Chopper parked in the stall in front of her door and let her slide off the bike. She was surprised when he didn’t get off himself. “You’re not coming inside?”

“I should wait out here and let you get ready for work. I won’t leave, though. I’ll either give you a ride or…” She cut off his words by leaning in and covering his mouth with hers. It only took him a second before his arm was around her waist and his tongue was buried deep in her mouth. The kiss was the most passionate one that they’d shared all day, but Chelsea had felt his desire for her more than once, while they were on the water. She’d wanted him just as badly, she still did. When she finally broke the kiss, he looked almost dizzy. He smiled and said, “Or…what the fuck was I saying?”

She laughed. “You were saying that you weren’t coming inside.”

“Oh, yeah…I shouldn’t get in your way. You have to get ready for work…”

“I have an hour.”

“Yeah, but…fuck, baby, it’s so hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

“Did I ask you to keep your hands off?”

He chuckled nervously. “No, but…I mean, I don’t want to make you late for work.”

“Did I ever tell you what a fantastic multitasker I am?”

“Um…” He swallowed hard as she pulled off her t-shirt. She still had the bathing suit on underneath. “No…” She glanced around them and seeing that none of her neighbors were out and about, she kicked her boots off one at a time and wiggled out of the jeans. Chopper was looking at her like he was about to tell her she was crazy, or jump her bones, or both. Once she was standing in front of him again in only the red one-piece she said:

“What time is it?”

He cleared his throat and looked at his watch. “Three-thirty-one.”

“I saved at least a minute by taking those things off out here while you were deciding if you wanted to come inside or not. I’m going to take off this suit on my way down the hall. By the time I get to the bathroom and start warming up the shower, maybe you’ll make a decision.” She winked at him and then collected her clothes and left him sitting there with his mouth hanging open as she walked up to the door of her apartment and put in the key. She pushed open the door and tossed the clothes inside. Then with a wink over her shoulder she reached up and untied the top of the suit. She saw him throw his leg over the bike and with a satisfied smile she turned her back to him again and began to peel off the suit. Before she had it all the way off, she heard the door slam behind her. She didn’t turn around. She finished peeling it off and walked into the tiny bathroom. As she reached in to turn on the water in the shower, she could see Chopper out of the corner of her eye, in the hallway, taking off his clothes.

She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her body. She had her eyes closed and was lathering up her hair when she heard and felt him step into the shower with her. Once Chelsea rinsed her hair and opened her eyes she found him standing about a foot away, with his back pressed into the tile, watching her. Damn, he’s hot. She reached for him and he pulled back and said, “Finish what you were doing first.” He folded his arms and looked like he was settling in for a show, so she gave him one. She lathered up her hands and started washing herself, taking her time with her breasts and her lower stomach, finally turning her back to him and letting his imagination run wild while she ran her hands up and down between her thighs and let out little sighs and groans as she did.

Suddenly Chelsea felt his hands on her and she was being spun around to face him. All the breath shot out of her lungs as he pushed her into the wall and kissed her, hard. His hands were moving too, all over her soapy body as if his touch desperately craved every inch of her. When she was finally able to pull out of the kiss for a breath she whispered, “You want to fuck me, Chopper?”

“Hell. Yes.”

“You want inside of me?”

“Fuck yeah.”

She smiled. “Then do it. Take what you want. I’m all yours.”

He grinned down at her and then spun her again. She put her hands out and braced herself on the wet wall. The shower was spraying lukewarm water across her body now, but she hardly noticed as she arched her back and felt him rubbing the head of his cock up and down between her legs. He teased her for a few seconds before squatting slightly and then thrusting upward. She cried out as she felt his cock impale her and Chopper immediately grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. Chelsea held onto the wall with one hand and the showerhead with the other. Her legs were close together, not only to keep her balance but because she loved feeling his thick cock press into her thighs as he thrust in and out of her. His breathing was ragged and labored, but he didn’t slow his pace. She could tell that he was ready to come and she pushed back into him a little harder each time to help him along. She felt his body lean into her harder and with his mouth right next to her ear he said, in a strangled voice, “I’m sorry, I’ve been holding back all day.”

“Don’t be sorry. Come for me, baby. Come for me, Chopper. I love you. I want to feel you come.” That did it. He let out a primal growl and thrust her face-first into the wall. She caught herself before her nose slammed into it and she forgave him when she heard and felt him reach his climax. Her body shook as he rocked into her, releasing the tension that he’d apparently been feeling all day. She smiled even though she was pushed into the wall and she hadn’t had an orgasm herself yet. She loved knowing how badly he wanted her, and she loved knowing that she could make him feel good.

He kept his cock inside her for a while, leaning down to kiss her as she turned her face back and up to meet his. He was holding onto her tightly; he must have sensed that her legs were about to give out. She felt him reach around her and turn off the shower and then he slowly turned her around and lifted her up off the floor, carrying her like that out of the shower with him. He carried her over to her little bed and laid her down on top of it. He looked surprised when she sat up and took his softening cock between her palms. “What are you doing, baby, it’s your turn.”

She smiled up at him wickedly and said, “This is my turn…my kind of fun.” She leaned down and took his soft cock into her mouth and began to roll it around on her tongue. She was looking up at him as she did; he had closed his eyes and had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. As she licked and sucked she could feel him growing again, hardening slightly, getting thicker. It was hot, and that only made her suck harder, more determined to get him hard again. She tossed her hair out of the way a few times before she felt him bring his hands down and wrap them up in it, holding it back out of her way. He was getting harder now and she began bobbing her head up and down while he guided her with his hold on her hair. He whispered her name every so often and told her she was “fucking amazing” and that she was “fucking beautiful” and that he loved her. He began thrusting his hips in time with what she was doing, and she heard his breaths grow short again right before he used his hold on her to pull her back. Her lips let go of his cock with a loud “pop” and she looked up at his face.

Chopper was looking down at her with love and lust in his eyes and he used his legs to push her back on the bed. She lay down, expecting his cock but instead feeling his warm, wet tongue. He’d dropped to his knees and he was licking her pussy, tasting her juices and playing with her engorged clit. The sensations of his tongue pressing into her most sensitive body part was sending jolts of high voltage electricity to her brain, and she writhed and squirmed across the bed so much that he had to put one hand across her abdomen to hold her down. She was out of her mind and almost ready to explode when she found enough breath to say:

“Inside me, Chopper. Please. I want to come with you inside of me.”

He stopped what he was doing and complied. Standing up, he put his hands under her arms and moved her up on the bed so that her head was on the pillows. She tried not to think about his weight on the tiny little day bed when she heard it groan as he climbed up. He leaned down and kissed her again, taking his time to lick and suck on her lips seductively. Then he slipped his mouth down her neck and chest and spent some time licking and nibbling on her nipples. One of his hands went between her legs and she almost shot off the bed when he touched her overstimulated pussy. He sucked her breasts hard, making her nipples feel like they might pop while his fingers played up and down between her folds, stopping to pinch her clit every so often. She was ready to beg for him to fuck her again before he finally pulled back up on his own and shoved his now rock-hard cock into her.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders with her hands while he fucked her. There was no slow and sweet to it. It was hard, fast, and oh so fucking delicious. It was only minutes before she was screaming out in wild orgasm, and it wasn’t long before he followed her.

Chelsea only ended up with fifteen minutes to finish getting ready for work, but her day so far was going to be worth every hair out of place. Chopper was cleaned up and ready to take her by the time she was dressed. He dropped her off in front of the coffee shop, and he was about to tell her he wouldn’t leave until she was finished when he got a text message. He looked at it and drew his brows together.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, hoping it wasn’t. The day had been too good. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.

“No,” he said, looking up at her with a smile. Is that smile forced? “Dax needs me. Tigger will be here in a few to wait for you. He’ll be in the black van, so no worries if you see it sitting out here.”

“Chopper…nothing’s wrong, promise?”

“Of course. I’d tell you if it was. Thank you for today. I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

She kissed him and went inside. A tickle of worry had invaded the feeling of utter joy she’d had just a few minutes ago, but she promised herself that she wasn’t going to let it grow and take over. Every time it tried, she would remind herself that Justice “Chopper” Crowley loved her, and she knew that would trump everything else.