Chasing Me (5 page)

“What the hell do you want?” She hisses. “I don’t have time for any more egotistical assholes expecting shit from me.” Turning she scoops up her bag and starts for the back door.

“How long you been fuckin’ him?” I blurt before I can stop it. I’ve never been a jealous guy in my life, but shit, if Mitch touching her doesn’t make me crazy.

Stopping immediately, she whips around to face me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” Anger drips from every word as she steps closer to me, dropping her bag to the chair. “What’s the matter Hunter, afraid someone can do it better than you?” Meeting me toe to toe, she smirks. “You have no idea what’s between Mitch and me. You should stay out of what doesn’t concern you.”

“It does concern me. Don’t kid yourself, no one does it better than I do and you know it, Tiger Lily.” I grind out. My dick jerks, begging to prove it to her over and over again.
Why does fighting with her always make me so damn horny?

Her hand slams across my cheek. “You’re a bastard.” She replies, fire exploding behind those hazel eyes. My cock bounces up and down like a kid at the ice cream truck.
Dessert is here and it’s wrapped in a tight blue dress and fuck me heels!

Grabbing her arms, I pull her hard against me. My erection pounding against her stomach, making her struggle for breath; “That’s not breaking news Chase. Guess what else I already know? You’re a bitch with a fiery temper and a short fuse.” I growl against her ear, grinding against her.

Wrestling her hands free, Chase shoves me away. “Fuck you, Hunter.” She growls, turning to grab for her bag again from the chair.

I grin wickedly, shaking my head. “
Fuck. You
. Oh Babe, I have. I’ve fucked every single inch of you, over and over Chase.” I roar, angrily and more turned on than I have ever been in my damn life. Storming across the room, I shove her against the wall, knocking over the chair and her bag. My hip bangs into the one of the shelves, books and picture frames crash to the floor making her gasp, giving me my opportunity. Before she can push me away again; my mouth collides with hers, silencing her impending comeback.

My hand drifts down, stopping to cup her ass before urging her leg around my hip. Without hesitation, she wraps it tightly around me. The heel of her shoe digging into my ass as I rock against her, giving us both just a taste of what we both want. My new ink burning a little from the friction our bodies make, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure of feeling her. Yanking my hair, she holds my lips to hers, diving into my mouth.

Sliding my hand between us, I run my finger up her thigh before tracing the line of her panties. “Hunter,” Chase moans against my mouth and I lose it. Shoving the fabric over, I thrust a finger into her pussy and let my thumb graze her clit.

Ripping my mouth from hers, I trail my tongue down the base of her throat and latch on. Desperate to savor the taste of her sweet skin for as long as I can. Her head lulls back against the wall, giving me better access. “You’re such an asshole.” She pants unconvincingly.

I smile against her skin. “That’s what they say, babe. Now, fuck yourself on my fingers.” I reply. “Then, when you come apart, I’m going to spread you on that desk and fuck you until you scream my name.” I say, leaving no question of what I want. Her walls clamping down around me when my fingers thrust back into her, making it almost impossible for me to wait.

Her hips stop moving, those eyes meeting mine head on. “That’s what this is all about, isn’t it Hunter?” She bites out angrily. “You’re jealous of Mitch. Now you gotta prove to yourself that I love fucking you? Or is it just the fact that I’m here and available since it’s probably been a few hours since the last bitch screamed your name?”

I pull my hand away, her accusation cutting me like a knife. “I get that I hurt you, but you don’t have to go for blood Chase, fuck.” Running a hand through my hair, I blow out a breath. “Let’s go somewhere and talk, just talk.”

Punch Throwers and Post Climbers

Chase

I never thought I could love and hate someone so much at the same time. While we were singing, I wanted nothing more than to pretend he was singing to me. Now all I want to do is kick his cock up into his throat. Poor jealous Hunter can’t take the possibility that I may have someone else waiting in the wings, is that it? Wouldn’t he just shit if he knew the truth? The truth is Mitch and I let everyone think what they want about us. It’s just easier than to explain and Mitch just isn’t ready to give answers to anyone. After losing the love of his life he isn’t ready to tangle his heart up with anyone else, and I don’t blame him. Being with me allowed him to go out and have fun, but without being approached by a woman. I was his security blanket. Becky was his everything. You don’t come back from a loss like that without it changing you forever.

“Please, Chase, all I wanna do is talk.” He pleads again, pulling me from my thoughts. “There’s so much I want to say, to explain.”

I can’t help but laugh a little. “Is that why your hand was just in my panties, to explain?” Hunter helps me stand to my unsteady feet. I miss the feel of him immediately. Hunter is the only person that can make me want to throw a punch one minute and climb him like a damn post the next.

He shrugs, grinning at me wickedly. “I can’t think straight when you get all mouthy.” Pulling me back against him, Hunter’s eyes soften. “You do things to me that no one else ever has, babe. Make me want more. Make me need, you.” Closing his eyes, as if he were in pain, Hunter continues. “I’ve never counted on any woman, not even Daisy and Cam. Sure, they’re great, but they aren’t here for
me.
”

My heart races in my chest. Hunter and I haven’t had very many meaningful discussions in person since we met. Smart ass digs and shouting each other’s names don’t really count. The only times we really talked were over a few phone calls. That was when I got to see glimpses of the Hunter no one else gets. The man he is when no one is watching and expecting the crazy antics of the flashy front-man.

Reaching up, my fingers slide along the coarse stubble on his jaw. Instantly, his eyes close as he nuzzles into my palm. “What are we doing here Hunter?” I whisper, breathlessly when he presses his lips to my skin. “I’m so dizzy from being pulled to you and then pushed away over and over again. I just don’t know what you want. Hell, I don’t even know what I want anymore.”

“I don’t know either, Tiger Lily.” He replies, opening his eyes to look at me. “All I do know is I’ve realized I don’t wanna let go of you, not yet.”

The door flies open making me jump, my head knocking into the wall. Turning, we come face to face with a very annoyed Henry, and my brother burning up the distance behind him fast. Henry’s eyes go wide as he takes in the room; chair knocked over, books and other shit scattered all over the floor. “Good to know you thought this through, bro.” He mutters in irritation.

Luke looks murderous. “I told you to stay away from my sister you son of a bitch.” He roars furiously. Henry turns, his huge frame taking up the entire doorway, holding his hands up to keep Luke from getting by. “Big Man, this has nothing to do with you. Move.” Luke growls, not taking his eyes from us.

Hunter turns, protectively shielding me behind him. “There’s no problem here. We’re just talking, man. This has nothing to do with
you
.”

“Come on, Chase, we’re leaving.” Luke says commandingly, making my blood boil.

Pushing out from behind Hunter, I walk across the room. Henry looks to Luke in warning. “I’ll let you by out of respect for Chase. Don’t touch my boy, you feel me?”

Luke nods. The minute Henry moves, Luke dives forward, grabbing my shoulders to check me over. “Luke, stop it! I’m fine.” I huff, pushing at his chest. “You’re making a scene and it’s just going to upset Cam and Aiden.” I scold, hoping that his love for Cam will make him see reason long enough not to ruin her night.

Luke steps further into the room, sagging onto the sofa. Henry closes the door, and begins righting the room while Hunter just leans against the wall, watching me. Taking the seat next to my brother, I attempt to diffuse the bomb that is Luke Hanlon. My brother is a big teddy bear, until you cross him or hurt someone he loves. Right now, he sees Hunter as a dual offender and I need to fix that before everyone else hears. I hate that no matter what I do, my brother sees me as someone he has to protect. Luke still sees me as the little seven year old girl with skinned up knees. “I’m not a little girl you have to protect anymore, you know. I can take care of myself.” I admonish, arching my eyebrow. “One day, you’ll have to accept that and worry about yourself for once.”

Blowing out a breath, he leans forward, and kisses my cheek. “You know that’s not going to happen. I’ll always worry about you, baby girl.”

I roll my eyes at the endearment, but can’t help grinning. Luke’s eyes drift over to Hunter, hardening immediately. “Luke,” I warn. “Go out to the bar and get a drink, hot head. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Luke doesn’t move, just continues to watch Hunter. “What the hell are you smirkin’ about fucker?” Luke growls. Standing, he doesn’t move toward Hunter, but his hands clench into fists. Henry turns, ready to fight and I know that the three of them brawling in the office and ending up in jail is not the way I want this night to go.

“Luke, Henry, would you give us a minute?” I ask calmly, standing and steering my brother toward the door. “I need to grab my bag and then we’ll meet you at the bar, okay?”

Saying the tension is thick is the understatement of the century. The male testosterone radiating off the three men surrounding me is damn near suffocating. Luke looks at me like I have grown another head, “What the hell? Give you a minute alone with him? Sis, are you fucking crazy?” He shouts, digging his feet in. “You expect me to come in here, see you with him like this, then just walk out and have a drink like nothing happened?”

“That’s exactly what I expect you to do, Luke.” I bite out in frustration. “Please, everything’s fine.”

Luke glares at Hunter, taking my hand in his. “I’m not doing this for you, asshole.” He grounds out. “I’ll be waiting for you to fuck up and then it’s time to mop the floor with your ass,
Rock God
.”

Hunter smirks. “You think I’m like my brother and gonna throw a couple punches.” He asks arrogantly. “Roll around on the floor tryin’ to prove who is manlier by seein’ who can bring first blood? Then, you and I can just apologize, instantly becoming besties? Fuck that and fuck you. I have no desire to hold hands with you and sing country love songs in the moonlight.”

“Hunter shut the hell up, man. I’m not gonna stop him if you keep runnin’ that trap of yours.” Henry warns, coming around the desk between him and Luke.

“Whatever, Big Man. Let the bastard bring his big ass over here and tear into me.” Hunter tosses out, shrugging his shoulders. “Not the first time I’ll take a hit or two by someone bigger than me, and probably won’t be the last.”

“I’ll be waiting outside the door.” Luke says, squeezing my hand one last time before releasing it.

“I’ll be in the hall. I suggest you get a grip before you come out if you wanna keep your balls.” Henry says, following Luke out, closing the door behind them.

“Are you crazy or just glutton for punishment?” I ask angrily, yanking my purse up from the floor.

Hunter pushes off the wall, stepping toward me. “Tiger Lily, not everyone plays nice to avoid a fight.” He shrugs. “I don’t give a shit what he thinks of me and I have no filter stopping me from tellin’ him that.”

“That’s my point Hunter.” I reply. “Do you think I give two shits about most peoples’ opinions of me? No.” Flinging my hand out, I gesture toward the closed door hoping to make him see the bigger picture. “Those people out there love you. You should care what they think.” Taking a step closer to him, I soften my voice. “You should care if your actions hurt the ones you love.” No one may tell me what to do, but I wouldn’t deliberately hurt anyone I love.

Hunter continues to step toward me, taking in my words as he does. “And what do you think?” He asks once he finally reaches me. Circling my waist with his vividly inked arms, Hunter steers us back until my ass hits the desk. My fingers skim the word ‘
Passion’
running along the inside of his forearm. “I hurt you more than I’ve ever hurt anyone. Saying ‘I’m sorry’ doesn’t mean shit. Believe me, I know. Whether you believe me or not, I do care what you think of me, Tiger Lily.”

My heart is thumping in my chest frantically. I try to drag air in my lungs while tracing the letters inked on his arm, but it feels like nothing in my body is working, except my brain. My mind is on overdrive and I fear any minute smoke is going to pour from my ears at Hunter’s admission. Here is the moment, where, in a fairy tale, everything would change. I would jump into his arms, kiss him like there is no tomorrow, and we would profess our undying love. This is
not
a fairy tale.

Sure, I could roll with it and go back to the way things were before. Where would that get me? I would be a few more months down the road, only to be hurt again when I see Hunter splattered all over the grocery rack magazines with every piece of groupie pussy he can get hard for. Hunter Chesterfield isn’t made for just one woman. That isn’t what he wants. He has made that clear on more than one occasion and I am not about to believe I am the one to change that.