Trust by Aubrey St. Clair Read Free Book Online

still wants you?"
     
    "I just meant that
she was jealous of how beautiful you are." 
     
    I turn my head to look
out of the window, feeling my cheeks get red for what feels like the millionth
time tonight.  I stiffen as I feel him put his hand on my knee, but I don't
move it off.  It feels comforting to have it there.  "I doubt that's what
she's jealous of.  She's gorgeous.  Why did you two break up, anyway?"
     
    "We just aren't
compatible.  I mean, I know what you're saying about her being a bitch.  She wasn't
that way to me, but she can be that way to others.  We just weren't a good
match."
     
    "But you like her
enough to remain friends?" I turn my head back to look at him, interested
in his response. 
     
    Chase shrugs. 
"We're not as close as she might have led you to believe.  We've remained
friendly, and we talk occasionally, but it's not like we hang out with each
other socially.  It was just a coincidence that I ran into her tonight."
     
    I consider telling him
what she said about him treating me like a hooker, but I'm too embarrassed by
the comment.  Still, I can't help but feel like there might be truth to it. 
"She knew you'd never taken me to your house..."
     
    Chase sighs and shakes
his head.  "She's just being a bitch.  She knows I don't spend time
there.  She's just trying to get under your skin."
     
    I can't wait any more so
I circle back to my original question.  "So then what's happening
tomorrow?  What was she going to let you know about?"
     
    "It's nothing, she
just said that to annoy you.  A friend of mine has an extra seat on his jet
tomorrow, he's flying to LA for a few days with a few other players for a
tournament.  Denise has friends there so I asked if she wanted to go." 
Chase's hand feels warm as he slides it along my skin, moving up my thigh.
     
    "Were you supposed
to go to LA?  Was that seat supposed to be for you?"
     
    He shrugs.  "I can
go to LA any time.  I'm hoping to be busy doing something a lot more fun with
someone a lot more interesting."  His hand moves even further up my leg
and his body follows as he leans towards me, coming closer with each word. 
"And gorgeous.  And funny.  And smart-" 
     
    "Just shut up and
kiss me," I breathe.  H's already so close to me I can feel each
compliment brush against my skin.
     
    As his lips finally touch
mine, I melt against him and get lost in the smells and tastes of his mouth
until we feel the car stop.  We make it up to his room in record time and our
clothes find the floor just as quickly.
     
    "I need to feel
you.  To taste you."  Chase pushes me back against the bed and I have no
willpower to stop him.  I want him as much as he wants me.
     
    He pushes my thighs apart
with his hands and then slides forward, keeping them spread with his broad
shoulders.  I'm leaning forward on my elbows, watching him.  His tattoo covered
back swirls with designs I had been too distracted to examine yesterday.  Today
proves no different as I'm distracted once more when his tongue finds the wet
folds between my legs.
     
    "Fuck, Chase,"
I cry out.  I close my eyes to concentrate on the pleasure.
     
    "You taste so
fucking good, I could do this forever."  He breaks only to tell me that
and then returns his attention to my body.
     
    "That would be too
much.  Forever." The pleasure is already pounding against me, my pussy
feels swollen and ready to explode against his mouth.  He doesn't stop, though,
doesn't even slow.  Instead, he begins to make hot circles with his tongue,
focusing on the center of my pleasure before dipping down and pressing into my
dark core. 
     
    "It's too
much," I hiss, putting my hands in his hair and gripping tightly.  I can't
bring myself to push him away.
     
    Chase continues to ignore
me.  His expert tongue has found places I'd forgotten existed in my time with
Harrison and now that they've been rediscovered they're too intense.  There's
no more holding back.  I scream as an