Recovery by Abigail Stone Read Free Book Online

gasping as he fondled her throbbing clitoris with his right thumb.
    He kissed her eagerly, bringing his free hand to her jaw for support. Their tongues tangled, their teeth hitting against each other, but neither one of them pulled away. Chase bit Trisha's bottom lip playfully, a groan of urgency surfacing from his throat.
    It was then that Chase realized that it wasn’t Trisha he was thinking about. As his callous hands traveled over her curvaceous body, he found himself imagining someone else entirely.
    Layla.
    It was ridiculous and Chase knew that. He didn’t fucking know her. He didn’t want to know her. She had drama written all over her. She was a citizen. A junkie. And above all, Leo’s flesh and blood. She was off limits to Chase or any of the other boys on that basis alone, but Chase couldn’t shake the reaction that his body was having just by thinking about her. He couldn’t take his mind off of her.
    As Trisha kissed her way down Chase’s body, he tried his best to focus on her and what she was doing to him, but every few seconds his mind would wander back to the vivacious redhead who eagerly awaited him at Leo’s cabin. Sure, it might not have been Chase that Layla wanted, but she was relying on him nonetheless. He had made her a promise. He said that he would find her a fix, and while he hadn’t meant it at the time, he found himself wanting to follow through on it just to have a reason to be around her.
    Not wanting to pull himself from his fantasy, Chase shut his eyes tightly, groaning as Trisha’s lips and tongue flickered against his nipples. He imagined it was Layla and could feel his girth hardening against the flesh of Trisha’s inner thigh.
    “This is unexpected,” she said softly.
    Chase groaned, opening his eyes in a haze. His eyes burned against Trisha’s. Chase willed himself to focus on her as he reached down, grabbing his manhood in his hands and gripping Trisha tightly. Then, in one sharp move, he plunged forward, his cock breaking through the wet barrier of his wife’s slit. She moaned, accepting every inch of Chase inside of her, digging her nails into his back.
    Chase could feel her tensing up beneath him, but she didn't resist. She spread her legs, pressing her knees so that they were up against the wet tile-wall she was pinned against. Chase pounded her with every ounce of energy he could muster, holding her arms tightly.
    She was fair skinned and Chase knew she would be a bruised mess the following morning, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He gripped her until all the blood drained from her wrists. He pulled them over her head, causing her to stretch and her large breasts to balloon up around her collarbone.
    He ran his tongue over each one of Trisha's erect pink nipples, pinching them between his thumbs and fore fingers.
    “Who am I?” he grunted, his hands finding their way up around Trisha's neck. He lightly choked her, testing the waters.
    “Chase –” she sputtered, her face draining of color. Just as Chase began to pick up rhythm, Trisha reached forward, pressing her hands against his wet chest to stop him.
    “I’m late on my birth control,” she whispered, unable to make eye contact with him. Chase stopped thrusting. He grabbed at Trisha’s chin, turning her face and forcing her to look up at him.
    “You’re what ?” he asked her, his tone stern and uneven.
    It was the second time in a month that Trisha had “forgotten” to take her pill on time, and Chase was beginning to suspect that it was hardly accidental. If there was one thing Trisha wanted more than anything it was children, but Chase had made it clear early on that he didn't think it was in the cards for him. The idea of being a father scared the shit out of him, but he wasn’t going to admit that to Trisha.
    Instead, he had told her that he wanted to wait until the club was in a more stable place before they tried for children, and it wasn't entirely a lie. Chase was second in command.