Betrayal (13 page)

All pretense of being angry anymore has drained from me.  I’m not sure who moved first, but all of a sudden I’m up against the wall of my dining room with my lips locked onto Chase’s as his hands slide along the sides of my body.  They travel down my ribs and along my hips, squeezing and kneading the flesh before making their way back up again.  His touch is as familiar and welcome as my own, and I’ve missed it a lot more than I had been willing to admit. 

Our lips are hungry for each other and his tongue is hot in my mouth as it pushes firmly against my own.  I suck on it gently, teasing him with the idea of what is to come.

“Fuck Lila, don’t leave me like that again,” he whispers after pulling his mouth away from mine and moving his attention to my earlobe.  I shiver against his hot breath.

“I won’t,” I promise.  I really won’t.  It was a mistake to leave in the first place.  I can’t judge Chase for Harry’s sins.

A gasp escapes my lips as his hand slips between my jean covered legs, pressing against my hot core.  I’m sure he can feel the heat coming off of me as he inhales sharply as soon as he makes contact.

“You’ve missed me, too,” he growls, noting my arousal as he slides his fingers against me.  There are entirely too many clothes between us.

My hands pull at his shirt, my fingers pushing at each button to loosen it.  Once I have enough of them undone I slide my hands under the fabric and run greedy fingers along his hard body.  I love his chest and abs, but I circle around to his back and rake my fingers along where I know he has his tattoos.  Chase responds by biting my ear even harder and I let out a little shriek and then a giggle.

“Hey, everything okay out- oh shit, hello.  Sorry!”  I look over just in time to see Evelyn’s back as she turns and runs back into her room.

I feel my face redden.  “Let’s move this into my room,” I say, grabbing Chase’s arm and pulling him along behind me.  My room is hardly prepared to entertain a man, especially one as put together as Chase, but I’m not about to let that stop me.  Kicking yesterday’s panties under my bed before he can see them, I swing him around and push him backwards.  I watch with a grin as the back of his legs hit my bed and he lands down across it on his back, his shirt half open showing me his chest and his blue eyes sparkling up at me under a raised eyebrow.

I quickly straddle him before he has a chance to get up and pull off my shirt, exposing my braless chest.  “I’m in charge today, Mr. Anderson,” I say as I lean down to kiss away any protests he might have.  His firm grip closes around my breasts.  I doubt he was planning to object.

I can feel him bulging underneath me, the hardness of his cock pressing through both sets of our pants.  It’s not enough for me.  Reaching below, I flatten my hand and slide in into his pants until I make contact with his burning flesh.  Chase groans into my mouth.  “Fuck I missed you,” he pants.  I silence him with my tongue and lips.  No more talking.  I need to feel him inside of me.

My hands fumble around at his pants as I try to pull them open.  Chase takes the hint and he begins to work on mine.  It takes longer than I want, but soon both of them are pushed down along our legs and piled on the floor at the foot of the bed.  I reach across his body to my nightstand and yank it open before dunking my hand into the draw and fishing around.  Luckily I still have some condoms in here, saving me the embarrassment of wandering over the Evelyn’s room to ask to borrow some.

As quick as I can I rip open the package and slide it down along his length before straddling him again.  Then without any more hesitation, I reach behind and position him at my already moist center before sitting down, drawing him inside of me in one hot instant.

We both gasp in unison at our connection.  My ass is sitting against his hips, his cock buried as deeply as it can go.  I can feel it pulsating within me, waiting for me to take control and start to move.  I want to enjoy the feeling of fullness for a few more moments though, so instead I lean forward and kiss him again.  Chase’s hands grab hold of my ass, squeezing them as he kisses me back.

Finally I can’t wait any more and start to move my hips, rocking them against his manhood, stimulating him into expanding even further within me. 

“Fuck, Lila, you’re amazing,” he whispers.  I’m back in a sitting position, using my knees to support my body and lift myself up and down along his slick length.  I can feel his urgency, his firm hands trying to lift and pull me faster.  I go with it, knowing he needs his release more than I need mine right now.  I got what I wanted as soon as I filled myself with him.

My hips move faster as I watch the expression on Chase’s face turn to pure ecstasy even as his blue eyes are shining up, locked onto mine.  I believe him when he says he loves me.  I can see it.

With a groan, the tips of his fingers dig into my ass as he pulls me down hard against him.  His cock explodes inside of my body, and he lets out a roar as he finally finds his release.  He’s still spasming inside of me as I bend down along him to kiss him again.  My breasts touch the fabric of his open shirt, the only piece of clothing that still separates us.  Chase hugs me tightly against his body, slowly rolling until we’re side by side.

“That was amazing,” he pants.  “Just give me a few minutes and-”

“Don’t worry about it,” I interrupt him.  “I got what I wanted as well.  You’re here.”

“I’m not going anywhere.  Not without you, anyway.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready to go back to Vegas just yet,” I say.  I promised Evelyn I’d help her pack.  She’s leaving in just a few more days and I’m not sure when I’ll see her again. 

“That’s okay.  We’ll figure out a plan.  I’m in no rush, as long as I’m with you it doesn’t matter where we are.”

I smile at the sentiment, but I know the logic behind it isn’t sound.  “You’ll need to get back eventually.  And I can’t leave forever either.  I have to find a job.  Evelyn is moving out.”  He raises an eyebrow at me and I sigh.  “She got a promotion at work, but she has to move to Chicago.  She’s leaving Saturday.”

“Wow,” he says.

“I promised to help her pack, and I want to say goodbye to her when she leaves.”

“Of course,” Chase nods.  He runs his fingers lightly up and down my body until I feel goose bumps start to rise along my flesh.  “Can I help?”

I shrug.  “I’m sure she’ll have no objection to an extra pair of strong hands, although you might have to stick to packing things like the kitchen and dining room.  I think she’d die of embarrassment if you tried to help pack her underwear drawer.”  He laughs.  “I’m serious, I think she has a bit of a crush on you, Mr. Anderson.  No surprise there.”

“Pots and pans it is,” he smiles.  His fingers are still running along my body but have moved from the outside of my thighs to the inside now.  It’s distracting.

“Really, though,” I say, shifting my legs slightly.  Not to get away from him, but opening my thighs just enough to give him better access.  He takes the hint.  “What are we going to do?”

“I have a few ideas,” he says, his curious fingers finally landing on the prize I know he was after.  A shiver runs up my back as soon as he makes contact.

“That’s not what I mean,” I say.  But it’s a start.

“I know,” he smiles.  “We’ll figure it out.  Later.”

Yes.  Later.  My thighs open a little bit more. 

Much later.

Although Chase stayed in town for the week, as promised, he got his own room so as not to make Evelyn feel crowded or like we were pushing her out.  I didn’t object because the hotel was close by and every time we had sex in my apartment with Eve around, I felt like I had to stay quiet and restrained.  After the week we’d had together in Vegas where we could be as loud as we wanted, I felt spoiled and held back.  So most nights would end in loud, passionate sex sessions at his hotel room, after a day of helping my roommate pack. 

Although our packing sessions really only lasted a few hours each day - from when Evelyn got home from work until she determined that she’d had enough.  Still, with Chase’s help the packing moved faster than she had anticipated anyway.  And each night after we had called it quits, the three of us would have dinner together until Eve was tired, leaving Chase and me to retire back to his hotel. 

I’m finally starting to see more of the benefits of a paid room from Chase’s point of view.  Each day we come home to a tidy room, fresh sheets and towels, and no concerns about being too noisy.  Although I do sometimes wonder whether any guests on either side of us can hear some of our more vocal sessions. 

The only problem is, I still haven’t figured out what I want to do.  Since that first night, Chase and I have been avoiding the topic of our near future by engrossing ourselves in our immediate future.  Sleeping late, lounging at the hotel pool, sex, packing, eating, more sex, back to sleep.  It only takes a couple of days for that to become a routine that lulls us away from thinking about what we will do when it all ends.  Now that Friday has arrived, we have even less than usual to distract us.  Evelyn is off work, staying at home to handle the movers, and Chase and I are headed over there later to keep her company.  But the prospect of her leaving is impossible to ignore now that it’s finally upon us.  Once she’s gone, there will be no more reason for the hotel, no more afternoon packing sessions or roommate to keep company, no more excuses for us to ignore the inevitable questions of what to do next. 

Chase is sitting on one of the chairs by the window, the skyline of Toronto looming over his left shoulder as he scrolls through his phone.  As the week has gone by, he’s been on it more and more, responding to questions about where he’s been and what he’s doing.  Not only from friends or other poker players in Vegas, but from fans expecting to see him at yet more tournaments he’s cancelled to hang out with me instead.

He denies it, but I know he’s missing the action.  I’m starting to worry that he’s soon going to realize that life with me will actually be terribly uninteresting, a fact that I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion.

“What are we going to do?” I ask, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to his chair.  I reach out and put one hand down gently on his knee to get his attention.

“Did you want to go to the pool again?” he asks, not looking up from the tweet he’s writing.

“No, I mean in the grand sense.  What are
we
going to
do
.”

Now I have his attention.  His thumbs have paused mid-sentence and he looks up at me. 

“I know you’re bored,” I continue.  “Hanging around a home all day isn’t really your style.  You’re all about the adventure.  The gambling, the motorcycles, the skydiving, and whatever else it is that you spend your off hours doing.”

“Lila, as hard as it seems to be for you to believe, I appreciate my downtime as well.  I’m enjoying this.  Us.  I’m not anxious to go back.  I don’t have to go back.  That’s part of this lifestyle.  I don’t answer to anyone but myself and what I want to do.  You’re who I want to spend my time with now.”

Now.  But how long is that going to last?  I’m not entirely convinced that a lifestyle like this can keep a man like Chase satisfied.  Hell, after the taste of his lifestyle last week, I’m not sure I want to go back to a life like this either. 

“Eventually we both have to go back to our lives,” I insist. 

Chase shrugs, more with his eyes than his shoulders.  “Why can’t our lives change?  Why can’t this be our lives?”

“What’s this?  We aren’t doing anything.  We’re in a hotel.”

“I’ll have a house soon.”

“I don’t live in Vegas.”

Chase stands up and comes to the bed, pulling me up and into a hug.  “You worry too much,” he says softly.  “We’ll figure it all out.  There’s no rush to do it right away.  I know you don’t want to be dependent on me, and I get that, but at least for now don’t worry about money or anything like that.  I have enough to go around, and the thing I’ve figured out about it is, it’s useless to have when you’re alone.”

I start to shake my head but he squeezes me tightly.  “Lila, I’m serious.  We’ll figure out something that works for both of us, I promise.  But for now, let’s just relax a bit.  Consider this just being on vacation for a little while.”

I laugh lightly at the thought.

“I’m serious,” he says.  “In fact, let’s make it a real vacation.”

“What do you mean?”  I pull back from his embrace a bit to look at him.  His eyes are serious, although they do have a little excited gleam to them.

“I mean, let’s go somewhere.  You can’t have a proper vacation in your own city.  So that means no Toronto or Vegas.”

“Chase,” I start to protest with a little shake of my head. 

“I’m not taking no on this, Lila.  We only had a week in Vegas with my issues with the house and Denise, and now we’re back here with your stresses of your apartment, best friend leaving and lack of job prospects.  Let’s go someplace where the only baggage we take with us is whatever we can store under the plane.”

“I don’t know, it seems irresponsible of me to go somewhere when I don’t even have a job. I sent out a bunch of resumes this week, what if one of them calls me back?” 

“If it’s that important to you, we’ll only be a flight away.  We can come back if your dream job calls.”

“But-”

“Lila, trust me.  Let’s do this.  I want to go somewhere with you.”

I let out a long heavy breath.  There’s no point arguing with him.  He’s right.  There’s no reason for me to stay here, and we both know my dream job isn’t going to be calling.  I didn’t even apply to anywhere this week that I really even want to work at.  “Where would we go?” I finally relent.

“Well,” he says, a smile splitting across his face, “we’re in Canada, so why not take advantage of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever been to Cuba?”