The Debt 11 (Club Alpha) (2 page)

Chase took it off the wall and flipped it
over.
 
Nothing looked strange about
the painting at all, but Chase moved to a drawer in his nightstand, dug through
it and grabbed a small screwdriver.
 

Then he began unscrewing a few small
screws on the back of the painting, and before Faith knew what was going on,
he’d peeled the backing from the frame and sitting inside it were stacks of
hundred dollar bills, neatly arranged and packed tightly inside the painting.

She gasped involuntarily at the sight of
so much money.

Chase glanced at her, half-grinning.
 
“This was where the real money was
hidden.
 
I kept a stash in the
closet, partly for real and partly as a decoy for people like Boogie.
 
I figured if I put enough in a
semi-obvious hiding place, they’d think they’d hit the mother load and leave
without tearing the rest of the house apart.”

“So it worked, then,” Faith said, tension
unwinding in her chest as she realized that the money Boogie had stolen wasn’t
as significant to Chase as she’d feared it might be.

“It worked for now,” Chase said,
replacing the backing to the painting and screwing it in once more.

She stared at the painting, wondering
just how much money was in there.
 
She couldn’t even begin to guess, but perhaps it was a few hundred
thousand or more.

Chase hoisted the painting onto the wall
again and repositioned it, making small adjustments to balance it so that it
was hanging perfectly.

When he was done there, Chase moved back
to the closet, kneeling down and putting the small piece of false flooring in
place and covering it with shoes.
 

Faith couldn’t help but stare at the
painting hanging on his wall.
 
“Why
do you keep so much cash in your house?”

Chase froze for a moment, as he placed
the last shoe on the floor.
 
He
seemed to be deep in thought, before finally glancing over his shoulder at
her.
 
“You don’t want to know the
answer to that.”

A chill ran through her body.
 
“If it’s illegal—“

“Just stop,” he said, getting to his feet
and straightening up.
 
“This stuff
doesn’t have anything to do with you.
 
It’s my problem, my shit, and I know what I’m doing.”

Faith just stared at him as the enormity
of the situation hit her full force.
 
Chase was still involved in criminal activity of some sort, and nothing
she could do would change that.

And he was basically asking her to look
the other way, to pretend that things were fine.
 
Except that now she knew nothing was
fine.
 
And however bad it was, she
could only guess, because Chase refused to come clean.

He stood there, watching her mind spin, while
he chewed his gum, looking at her with a strange half-smile on his face.
 
“Don’t stress over it,” he said.
 
“Boogie came and took some money from me
that I would’ve given to him if he’d asked me for it.”

“Why would you give that guy money,
Chase?” she asked, shaking her head.
 
“He’s a creep.
 
Even I know
that.”

Chase walked closer to her.
 
“I owe him a lot.
 
He took me in and showed me the
ropes.
 
He was kind of like a Dad to
me, and I pay my debts.”

“I don’t think you should have anything
to do with him,” she whispered.
 
“He’s bad.
 
Really bad.”

Reaching out, his hand grazed her cheek
softly.
 
“I don’t like it either,
but it’s just how it is.”

“How much have you paid him over the
years?”

Chase’s eyes grew cold.
 
“I’m not sure.”
 
He seemed suddenly mistrustful.
 
“Don’t judge me, Faith.
 
If I wanted to be judged, I’d tell the
world my business.
 
But this is my
life and I need to handle it the way I see fit.”

 
Feeling guilty for judging
him—which she was, and couldn’t help—Faith stepped forward and put
her hands on Chase’s hips, looking into his eyes.
 
“I care about you.
 
I’m sorry if I made you feel judged.”

His shoulders dropped and his expression
softened.
 
Chase’s hand reached out
and caressed her hair, and then her cheek, making her stomach flutter.
 
“I don’t really care about the money,”
he said softly.
 
“I can make more
money.
 
I only was worried about
you.
 
If he hurt you, I’d kill him.”

Faith laughed.
 
“He didn’t touch me.”

“If anyone hurts you,” Chase said, his
jaw setting as he thought about it.
 
“If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way—I’ll make sure
they fucking regret it.”

“Don’t get yourself worked up.
 
Save your energy for the game tomorrow.”

“I’ve got energy now—and it’s for
you.”
 
He grabbed her around the
waist and pulled her closer, leaning down and in, his lips on her forehead,
delicately kissing.
 
And then she
tilted her head up and he bent lower, until his lips were touching hers, softly
kissing.

He tasted like gum, and he smelled
good—masculine, fresh—his cologne was distinctive and more than
pleasant in her nostrils.
 
Chase
Winters was sex personified, and he was touching her, pleasuring her, and she
was more attracted to him than ever before.

Maybe it was the relief of being safe in
his arms and knowing he didn’t blame her for the robbery—or maybe it was
simply that his presence was the most important thing in her life suddenly.

And despite everything he’d hinted at
about his secrets, and despite what she suspected about his criminal
activity—Faith knew that in the end she couldn’t walk away from Chase
Winters.

Whatever it was, her entire body relaxed
and she felt a surge of sexual excitement well up from deep in her core and
wash through her, making her nipples stiffen, her pussy moisten, her breath
come quicker.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Chase
whispered, after he broke off from the kiss.

She looked down at his crotch and saw the
huge outline of his cock through his pants, and without warning, she took hold
of it.
 
“I want to suck on it,” she
told him.

He looked at her.
 
“If you start this, I might go crazy,”
he warned.
 
“The day before a game,
I’m intense.
 
I’m like a caged
animal and you don’t want to let me out of my cage right now.
 
I don’t think you can handle it.”

As she stroked her hand over his cock,
through his pants, she smiled, licking her lips.
 
“I can’t help it if you break out of
your cage, though.”

“Shit, that feels good.”
 
He slid his pants down over his hips and
freed his enormous, thick manhood.
 
“I want you to put your mouth on it, baby.
 
Right now.”

Chase was so tall that Faith could
actually crouch down just a little and suck on his dick.
 
And she did just that, bending over and
taking the large, swollen head of his penis into her mouth, sliding her tongue
over it, and hearing Chase groan as she did it.

Her tongue swirled again and again,
sliding over his smooth cock, as her lips widened and she sucked his shaft
further inside her mouth.
 

“Oh man,” he said, throwing his head back
and closing his eyes.
 
“Oh fuck,
that feels good.
 
Baby, you’re going
to drive me insane.”

She wanted to drive him insane.
 
She wanted to feel his strength, his
energy, to know that he had that much passion and need for her.

Faith was sucking his dick now, getting
more confident and excited as he stiffened even further in her mouth, his cock
like a hot iron rod.
 
She began
stroking his thick shaft as she sucked the head and played with his balls.

He grabbed the back of her head and began
pumping his hips into her.

“I could come right now,” he moaned.

She sucked faster, her hand stroking his gigantic
shaft more quickly, as her spit flowed down the head of his cock, onto her hand
and fingers.
 
She loved the way he
tasted, the salty sweetness of him, the smoothness of his skin, his
vein
throbbing.

She could feel his heat and power, wanted
to taste his come as he exploded inside her mouth and down her throat.

But Chase had other ideas, as he withdrew
his cock, looking down at her with a burning intensity that made her stomach do
a quick flip.

“Come here,” he growled, and then took
her by the wrist and pushed her toward the bed, spinning her like a dance
partner, as she fell stomach first onto the mattress.
 
She was still wearing Chase’s
t-shirt—which was almost big enough to be a dress--and nothing else
underneath.

As if he knew this, Chase slid the
t-shirt up her thighs until her entire lower body was naked and exposed to him.

“Damn, girl—look at that ass,” he
muttered.
 

And then she felt a hard, firm slap as
his palm collided with her buttocks.
 
The pain was short lived—it was more of a shock then anything, and
she gave a quick cry.

“Chase!”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, I just—“

“I told you how I get,” he said.
 
“If you can’t handle it, let me know
now.”

She turned her head and peered at Chase
over her shoulder.
 
He was standing
above her with his pants down, and his cock standing at full attention,
completely swollen and engorged.
 
It
looked huge, almost as big as an arm with a fist at the top of it.

Faith swallowed.
 
“I can handle it,” she said, with more
conviction than she truly felt.

Chase had a look of hunger and intensity
in his eyes that was exciting but also a little terrifying. What would he do to
her with all of that pent up energy?

He was big and strong enough to break her
in half.

“Good,” he grumbled, slapping her ass
again.
 
“Look at those fucking butt
cheeks jiggle.
 
Damn.”
 
He breathed heavily out, slapping her
butt again, and again.

Faith moaned.
 
It stung, but she liked it, despite the
sting.
 
Or maybe even because of the
sting.
 
Her pussy was getting wetter
and wetter, as Chase spanked her ass and then admired the movement of her butt
cheeks.

Suddenly, he ripped the t-shirt over her
head, leaving her completely nude on the bed.

Then he grabbed her cheeks firmly in his
hands then spread them apart.
 
“What
if I told you that I’m going to put my cock between your cheeks, baby?”

She closed her eyes and licked her lips,
her hands reflexively grabbing the comforter for purchase.
 
“I want you to do whatever you want.”

“Your ass is perfect,” he said, and then
suddenly she felt another slap, this time right on her anus.

“That’s the head of my cock,” he
whispered.
 
“I’m fucking slapping my
cock on your asshole, girl.
 
It’s so
tight.
 
Man oh man, it’s getting me
hard.”

He slapped it over and over, and it gave
Faith a tingly feeling on her ass, and down into her pleasure center, as her
pussy continued moistening.
 
She was
getting excited the more she felt his cock against her.

I
can’t believe he’s doing this.
 
 

But she knew exactly what was happening,
as he slapped it over and over, and now it was getting sticky, presumably because
in his excitement, his pre-cum was dripping onto her ass, covering it and
lubricating the area.

“I like the way your cock feels on my
ass,” she told him, and it was true.
 
She bucked her hips into the air to meet his dick as he slapped it in
timely fashion between her cheeks.

“I can’t wait to come all over you,” he
told her.
 
“I’m going to spray it
all on your ass.”

And with that, she felt him press the tip
of himself against her more forcefully, until it started to open her up, and it
was uncomfortable at first, because of the size of him.