The Debt 12 (Club Alpha) (5 page)

“That’s what they do, Faith.”
 
He turned his head and met her
gaze.
 
“That’s what they did for me,
and that’s what they’ll do for all their star athletes.
 
They can’t afford for the public and the
media to know the truth about the league and how it’s infested with
criminals.
 
Then people might not
want to pay big money to watch us run around and throw balls and celebrate in
the end zone like overgrown children.”

His eyes looked bloodshot, glassy and
jaded with everything he’d seen in his life—not to mention, the last
twenty-four hours.

Faith felt terrible, and she was also
useless, because she didn’t know what to say or how to help him.
 
All of her anger had dissipated.
 
She just felt low and depressed and
slightly afraid for the future.

“At least you tried,” she finally said,
but the comment felt lame after everything that had done on between them.

“I tried and I failed, as usual,” he
said, leaning back against the couch cushions.
 
“And the one thing I should’ve gotten
right—I blew that too.”
 
He
looked at her with his dark eyes and she saw his pain, as if magnified.
 
“I should’ve come home and told you
everything, and been with you.”

“I wish you would have trusted me enough
to do that,” she told him.
 
“Instead
you just didn’t tell me anything.
 
You left me alone.”

“I couldn’t face you.”

“Why?
 
What was so bad about coming home to
me?”

“You know me.”
 
He smiled, and it was a real smile this
time.
 
“Looking into your eyes and
telling you that I failed again was too much to stomach.
 
I just couldn’t do it.”

“So you’d rather hang out with that
asshole, Boogie?”

 
“Boogie’s safe, because I don’t have to
worry about him holding me to account for anything.”

Faith smiled sadly in return.
 
“You knew that I’d see how much you were
hurting.”

Chase nodded.
 
“I suppose, in the end—I’m just a
coward.
 
Big tough football player
who doesn’t want to look his girlfriend in the face and admit that he folded
because he was protecting his own ass.”

She reached out and put her hand on his
hand.
 
“You’re not a coward.
 
You’re one of the bravest people I
know.”

“Don’t believe the hype.”

“Chase,” she said, shaking her head.
 
“It’s a tough situation you’re in.
 
Anybody would get discouraged.”

“And the worst part is, I know what
Monique’s going through.
 
I watched
my mother get smacked around by different guys when I was growing up.
 
Until one day, she was gone because one
of those guys killed her.”

His entire body shuddered as he took a
gasping breath and seemed to almost collapse in on himself.

“You’re just a man,” Faith said, caressing
his hand.
 
“You aren’t
superhuman.
 
You can’t take on the
world.”

“I’m losing games, I’m losing every
battle.
 
And now I’m losing you on
top of it all.
 
And you’re the one
person I care about.”
 
He looked in
her eyes.
 
“Only you, Faith.”

She smiled, her other hand reaching up and
gently touching his forehead near the cut by his hairline.
 
“Tell me about this cut you got,” she
said, not quite touching the bloody scab that was forming over the fresh wound.
 

Chase laughed.
 
“This is Boogie’s fault.”

“He did this to you?”

“No, he didn’t do it.
 
But it’s his fault, because he ran his
mouth—as usual.”
 
Chase turned
his body to face her and he put his hand on her leg, while draping his other
arm over the side of the couch.

“So who hurt you?”

“Oh, about six or eight guys,” Chase
said, grinning proudly.

“Are you serious?”

He nodded.
 
“We went to a club in the city and drank
a bunch—both of us were hammered.
 
Boogie was stoned off his ass from that blunt he smoked on the way over.
 
And towards the end of the night, he
started chirping at some guys and there were a lot more of them than us.
 
Still,” Chase said, his hand sliding up
and down her thigh as he spoke, “the whole thing seemed to have blown over.
 
The group of guys left the club and we
stuck around for a while.
 
But when
we left, the guys were waiting for us outside.
 
Boogie made a hasty escape and left me
alone to fend for myself.”

“You mean to tell me it was eight against
one?” Faith asked, her heart pounding a little at the thought of Chase all
alone fighting eight men in the street.
 
“You could’ve been killed.”

He waved this off as if it was impossible
for anyone to truly hurt him.
 
“They
were just some townie hicks.
 
I
threw a few of them around—but then one dude smashed a beer bottle over
my head, and that’s how I got this cut.
 
When he hit me with the bottle, I got mad and they scattered fast.”
 
He laughed at the thought of it.

“Promise me you won’t ever do anything
like that again,” Faith said.

His smile faded.
 
“If you stay with me and give me one
more chance, I’ll never go anywhere without you.”

She sighed, but the truth was—he’d
won her over again.
 
She just
couldn’t bring herself to give up on him, not matter what he did.
 
“Of course I’ll stay, Chase.”

He leaned in and put his lips near hers,
his eyes staring into her eyes.
 
“I
never meant to bring you into all of this,” he told her.
 
“But it’s like I can’t help it.
 
I just want you to know the truth…about
everything.”

She let him kiss her, then, and his lips
were like burning hot fire, and she couldn’t believe how badly she wanted him.

Her body was a slave to the way he made
her feel.
 
His every touch brought
out so much pleasure, so much desire, and soon he’d unbuttoned her blouse and
he was pulling it down, off her shoulders.
 

Chase kissed her, his tongue snaking into
her mouth and she sucked on it, wishing it
was
his
cock.
 
She wanted to feel
everything, right now, feel all of him.

It was crazy.

Everything with Chase was high intensity,
a high wire act that she couldn’t stop watching.

Only
now I’m part of it right along with him
, she thought.
 
I’m on the wire, trying to balance and
knowing one wrong step and I’m a goner.

Despite the danger—or maybe because
of it—she wanted to experience Chase Winters right now as if it might be
the last time.
 
She wanted to lose
herself in this moment with him and forget everything else.

Faith pulled his shirt up, her hands
greedily grasping his skin, rubbing his hard muscular torso, feeling the small
hairs near his lower belly, sliding both palms up to massage his slick pectoral
muscles.
 

She broke free from his kisses and bent
her own head to lick and suck Chase’s nipples.
   
His nipples were tough and
hard, and his skin vaguely salty.
 
She licked down his chest, kissing his rock hard, flat belly and he sucked
in his stomach as she licked down further.

Chase reclined on the couch and let her
have her way with his body, and she took the opportunity to do exactly what
she’d been wanting to do since he’d begun kissing her moments ago.

She pulled down his pants, sliding them
down over his perfect hips, getting wet between her legs as she caught the
first glimpse of his pale, perfect skin and then quickly after that—his
swollen cock was freed.

She grabbed it with both hands and
stroked it, relishing the texture of it; the large, pulsing vein winding all
the way up and down the shaft, and his balls, swinging freely as her one hand
cupped them and the other stroked his dick.

“Fuck, girl,” he moaned, closing his
eyes.

She felt his dick getting slick with pre-cum,
and she stroked faster, finally putting her mouth on the head of it.
 
He pushed further into her mouth and she
sucked him in, then released him and jerked his cock harder and faster.

“Take it all in,” he told her, and she
took a deep breath and then sucked his enormous cock as far into her mouth as
was humanly possible.

Faith actually surprised herself with how
far she went down on him, how much she was able to stretch her lips and jaw to
accommodate someone of Chase’s length and girth.

“Oh yeah,” he moaned.
 
“Nobody takes me as deep as you,” he
whispered.
 
“You get all the way on
it, girl.”

Faith was excited to do this—to
suck him hard and take him as far into her mouth as she could.
 
She wanted him
deep,
she wanted to give him more pleasure than he could physically stand.

Her lips stretched further, and her gag
reflex was triggering, but she ignored it, as tears came to the corners of her
eyes.
 
She was licking almost the
base of his cock, her tongue swirling near his balls somehow.

She stroked the root of his dick with her
hand while she moved and bobbed her head, up and down, up and down, breathing
through her nostrils.

His thick, powerful hips pumped as he lay
back on the couch, and he was groaning and moaning and pumping himself into
her, feeding his enormous, greasy shaft further down her throat.

Finally, she pulled up and a thick trail
of spit hung from her lips as she gasped for breath and took in a mouthful of
air.

“Holy shit,” she breathed out.
 
“You’re huge.”

His dark eyes were full of hunger for
her, and his cock was standing more stiffly than ever.
 
It was almost purple now, and she could
tell that Chase was going to take her fully.

He moved forward like a cat, ripping her
shirt off, taking all of her clothes off almost frantically.
 
His hands ripped and clawed, freeing her
from everything she wore, and then he was fingering her wet pussy, and seeing
how sopping wet her mound was—he began feeding the head of his cock
directly into it.

They were on the couch still, Faith on
her back, legs spread wide, as Chase hunched over her, his gigantic frame
balanced precariously, pushing his cock into her slit, fucking her.

As he entered her wet, slick hole, they
both moaned in pleasure—in ecstasy.

And then their eyes met, and both of them
smiled in relief and acknowledgment.

“You feel so fucking good,” he told
her.
 
“So tight.”

“Oh, Chase—you’re going to make me
come soon,” she whispered.

They stayed looking at one another as he
continued to enter her pussy, her wet, juicy mound of quivering flesh, and he
penetrated her core.

 
Her chest heaved.
 
“Oh,” she cried.
 
“Oh.”
 
A feeling she hadn’t ever quite felt
before started in her pussy—but it was somehow connected to the way he
was watching her, looking into her eyes and she into his.

She felt truly seen and it was the most
erotic moment of her life.

“I’m coming, Chase—I’m coming.
 
Oh, God.”
 
She couldn’t believe it.
 
He was barely even fucking her, just
sliding inside her—and yet the way he was looking at her, penetrating
her, it felt so good and so exciting.

He slid deeply in as she climaxed, her
arms wrapping around his back, clawing at his skin, as he kissed her
mouth.
 
His tongue slid into her
mouth and she breathed into his, moaning as he fucked her now, slowly.

His pelvis arched and then pounded into
her again and again, and each time, it was another wave of deep emotion and
pleasure.

Their bodies fused, as he pressed closer
and closer, and she spread her legs, taking him deeper in until he could go no
further.

“I’m going to come inside you,” he
whispered.

She looked into his eyes once more.
 
“Do it.
 
Come inside me.
 
Everything.”

He began furiously pumping, his hips
swiveling,
his
cock slick and dripping with their
comingled juices.