Rock Star Romance: Dan (Contemporary New Adult Rockstar Bad Boy Romance) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 4) (22 page)

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They were waiting for more than an hour at
Chase’s house before Elizabeth suggested something might be wrong.

“They didn’t say a time,” Chase kept
insisting. He was sitting close to her on his red couch, and their thighs kept
brushing against each other. The worry written on his face was getting harder
to ignore, and it was starting to weigh on Elizabeth, too. She was as embroiled
in this as he was, now—they’d been watching her every move, so who was to say
they weren’t simply waiting to make a move when they were all in the same
place?

“Because that would be stupid,” Ella said
absentmindedly as she paced the floor of the kitchen, her wiry body buzzing
with energy. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned to Elizabeth. “Wouldn’t
it?”

“Not at all,” Elizabeth said gruffly,
imagining all the ways they could sneak up on them while they were sitting
there in his home. “Old guys like to do it that way, especially, in my
experience. Taking everyone out at once is so much easier.”

Both Chase and Ella groaned and put their
faces in their hands.

They’re not dead yet, Elizabeth.
She
sighed. “But I’m sure these things take time. Let’s give it a few more
minutes.”

“I’m taking a nap,” Ella announced,
stomping from the room and slamming a door somewhere further in the house.

Elizabeth turned to Chase in disbelief.
“She can
sleep
at a time like this?”

He shrugged. “Different strokes for
different folks.”

They sat in silence for a while, and
Elizabeth finally got up the nerve to ask something that had been on her mind
for a while.

“So…you think I’m a good lawyer?”

Chase turned to her and grinned. “A great
one. People notice you, and I don’t think you notice them noticing you yet.”
His grinned softened into a more serious expression. “But I do. And the funny
thing is, you never noticed me noticing you.”

Elizabeth bristled. “What do you mean?”

Chase hesitated, then turned his body
toward her on the couch. “Well…we went to law school together.”

His sentence was followed by ten seconds
of silence; Elizabeth assumed he was joking. When he didn’t laugh, she gasped.

“Your name was Charles,” she recalled. “We
never spoke…I stopped seeing you around after a while, though. What happened?”

His laugh was a long, hearty one, and by
the time he was done, his eyes had teared up a bit. “Obviously, I found out I
wasn’t the best at law abiding. Or studying, or taking tests…” he chuckled
after he trailed off. “You were always better at that stuff than me. Everyone
was. So I changed my name and became a rodeo cowboy, because gymnastics have to
come in handy somehow.” He stared at his hands, off in some far-away memory.

She laughed at his joke, but his tone was
so sad that her heart broke despite his gentle smile. She touched his shoulder,
bringing his attention back to her for a moment.

“Hey,” she said. “Law school is for kids
too stubborn to realize you can’t do anything with a philosophy degree. You’re
doing fine; you made the right choice.”

“Did I?” Chase asked bitterly. “I’m
thirty, I’m single, and I’m throwing wild hints toward a woman I’m
very
interested in, but she’s not picking them up. And why? Because she’s probably
gonna get whacked, and it’s all my fault!” His eyes were swimming with tears
again; he pressed his hands over them and took a deep breath.

Elizabeth was startled by his shouting,
but even more disturbed by his tears.
This is my fault,
she thought
desperately.
How can I fix this?

How do you
want
to fix this?
Asked
a sly voice in her head.

Elizabeth pulled Chase’s hands from his
eyes and held them between hers, and he stopped crying immediately. She leaned
forward and kissed the tears from his cheeks, and he sat completely still, as
though he were afraid to scare her away. Then she leaned back and gazed into
his eyes, trying to decide if the sparkle in his eye still meant what it meant
before.

Suddenly, he was kissing her, pushing his
hands underneath her silk shirt to feel the curve of her lower back as she
pressed her body against him. It had been years since she let herself want
anyone
so badly, and maybe now—on what may be the final night of her natural life—was
the time to act on foolish desires. She had his t-shirt over his head faster
than he could get her bra off, and their bodies were in a tangle for a moment
while they fought to strip the clothes away.

Elizabeth finally tugged her panties and
skirt over her wide hips, and relished the look of astonishment in Chase’s eyes
as his electric green gaze took in her grapefruit-size breasts, full and
tear-drop shaped, above the gentle curve of her soft waist. She did a slow turn
for him, and he let out a low whistle of appreciation at the sight of the curve
of her plump ass. She felt his large hands reach forward to cup her heavy
cheeks, and she squealed and stepped backward—right into his erection. She felt
his rigid staff slip between her thighs momentarily and shivered.

“Cold?” he whispered, pressing his lips to
her ear and slipping one hand in front of her to cup and knead her breast.

“No,” Elizabeth moaned, unable to find
anything else to say. Her pussy was soaking wet, and she caught sight of him in
the mirror hanging above the couch—his eyes crackling with the energy of
desire, his lips parted and moist as he watched her writhe in pleasure under
the manipulation of his skillful fingers. One hand slipped between her thighs
to play with swollen button of her clit, and she cried out and leaned her
weight against the strength of his broad chest.

“Lizzie, I want you so bad,” he breathed
desperately in her ear, tightening his grip on her breast as he made slower,
firmer strokes with his fingers on her clit. Her body was alive with pleasure,
and her hips were moving automatically with the motion of his hand. Eventually,
his breath grew too ragged, and he lost his patience.

“I need you,” Chase growled. “Please,
please…let me make love to you.”

Elizabeth shivered and turned around,
breaking his hold on her breast as she did. He cupped her chin as she gazed up
at him, seemingly in awe over the features of her face—her soft brown eyes, her
nose, the wrinkle between her eyebrows. In that moment, she really did believe
that he had been thinking of her all these years.
How did I never notice
you?
she wondered. Her eyes drifted down the incredible definition of his
body and she let her fingers drift over his stomach and back. Then she smiled,
kissed him, and pushed him on the sofa so he was flat on his back.

After she was finished taking in the glory
that was Chase—sprawled out with his thick cock jutting straight up, ready for
her body—she crouched over him on the couch, placing one leg on either side of
his body and shivering as he took hold of her ass with both hands.

The heat in his eyes was all-consuming; it
was in every sound and motion he made, however small or subtle. He grunted as
she lowered her wet pussy over his thick head, digging his nails into the meat
of her ass she slid slowly down his shaft. Elizabeth moaned in happiness as she
settled on him. He was so thick that he nearly stretched her past the point of
comfort, but as she moved her body up and down the length of his member, the
pleasure started to build.

“Lizzie,” Chase moaned throatily, peering
up at her curvy body as she bounced on his rigid cock. “You’re perfect!” He
tenderly slid one big hand up her side, stopping at her breast to thumb her
nipple and moaning softly in time with the rise and fall of her body. She felt
every single inch of him as she moved, as if she could isolate each nerve
ending being massaged by his magnificence in turn. It was dizzying, and the
beauty on his face only gave her a deeper sense of unreality. To combat that,
she placed her hands on his barrel chest to steady herself, and brought her
hips down harder on his.

“
Oh, fuck!”
Chase held onto
Elizabeth’s soft waist, helping her to come down harder on him even as he
gently undulated his hips against her downward stroke. Elizabeth rocked her
hips against his in a forward and backward motion, and her moans increased as
the head of his cock nuzzled against her velvety g-spot. “Yes, yes! Fuck me,
baby,
please
.”

Spurred on by his cries, Elizabeth tensed
her thighs and slid up his wet shaft quickly, bringing her pussy down so hard
on his cock that it knocked the breath out of her momentarily. She would have
seen stars if she’d closed her eyes, but she didn’t want to miss the incredible
view. Chase bit his lip and began to roughly thrust his own muscular hips
upward, and the force of his strokes sent Elizabeth’s round breasts bouncing
even higher and harder. She gripped her breasts, twisting her nipples as she
bounced on the cowboy. Chase’s cries were nearing their peak, and his eyes were
crazed with the intensity of his lust. Pleasure was crashing through her body
with each quick thrust of his hips, and her toes began to curl as her pussy
tightened around the thick shaft rocketing between her walls.

She leaned over and pressed her breasts
against his chest, kissing as him passionately as her lips and twirling tongue
would allow. His hands were holding her ass to him as he thrust his cock wildly
in and out of her pussy, pulling on her curls with one hand as he moaned
deliriously into her kiss. Her body was brimming with desire and pleasure, and
with one final stroke, he pierced the thin layer containing her ecstasy and
sent it, roaring, through her body, so that she was trembling on top of him and
screaming her pleasure even as he exploded inside her. He continued pushing
himself between her legs meekly, both of them moaning and turning into to
vague, blissful shapes on the couch.

Wow,
she thought. Elizabeth lifted
her head to look at Chase, and found him wearing the same soft expression of
wonder as she was. He moved his head forward and kissed her, holding the back
of her neck so she couldn’t pull away.

When he finally did pull back, he smiled
at her—the same open, tired smile that he first gave her at the courthouse. He
looked like he wanted to say something, then decided better. A distant
thump
signaled them to Ella’s awakening, and they looked at each other with bashful
expressions.

“We should get dressed,” Elizabeth said.
She slid off of him and hurried to find her clothes, pulling them on before the
discomfort crept back into her body and she was too terrified to move. She felt
Chase’s gaze on her body as she dressed, and she caught him shooting her
covetous glances as she put her shirt on over her bra.
This is so weird,
she thought.
Weren’t we just in the middle of a crisis?

As if on cue, a series of gunshots
suddenly echoed through the house, shattering windows and vases in the front of
the room, and punching holes in the walls and furniture. Elizabeth felt Chase
tackle her and cover her body with his.
They’re coming for us,
she
thought.
They’re finally taking us down.

The shots seemed to go on forever, echoing
around the room long after the last bullets had sailed into the room. Her
muscles were vibrating with fear, and her mind was racing, trying to assess her
feelings to determine if she’d been hit. After a full minute, nothing seemed to
ache, so she looked around the ruined living room before getting to her knees.

“Ella?” Her voice carried through the
house, but there was no response. “Ella?”

Chase took off without a word deeper into
the house, calling his agents name. The air around the house was eerily still
and silent; she didn’t hear sirens yet, which meant they might still be around.
Who was it that was firing?
she wondered. Her body was curiously empty
of feeling, so there was no fear when she moved over the broken glass to peer
out the window to take in the grisly scene before her.

Holy shit.

There were clear tire marks in the street
where a car had just peeled off.
Ella was right: this was a setup.
Elizabeth would have bet money that it was the black sedan, but they were long
gone by now. Normally, a vehicle leaving the scene would upset her, but it
turned out that things hadn’t actually gone so well for the shooters
themselves. Two of them had gotten caught in the crossfire; one was lying near
the curb, and the other one was trying to compress the bullet wound on his neck
with his own fat hands. Elizabeth stalked over to him, and his beady eyes
darted around the scene in panic, presumably looking for a weapon.

She watched Donald Douglass gasp below
her, one hand still searching for his gun in the grass. His gaze contained a
look of such pure hatred that Elizabeth knew he thought he wasn’t long for this
world; he wasn’t begging for help or even mercy—only trying to take her down
with him.

She spotted his gun lying ten feet out his
reach, partially covered in his own blood.
Bingo.
Elizabeth snapped a
bare branch from a low hanging tree, bent over, and used the stick to pluck the
gun from its place in the soil. It looked oddly like her own gun, but that was
locked in her safe at home; then she flipped over the handle and saw the serial
number etched in the butt.
This
is
my gun. They were trying to set me
up…for murder.

She returned her gaze to Donald, and saw
with satisfaction that his eyes were filled with terror now. She smiled
bitterly. “You know I’ve figured it out, haven’t you?”

She crouched in front of him and cupped
his fat chin with one hand. He tried to spit at her, and a bubble of blood
blossomed at the corner his lips, but nothing else. He shot her another look of
hatred, then the fire of contempt slowly died away. He made a noise like a sob,
and seemed to be pleading with her to do something.