Being Chased (22 page)

"Thank you for forgiving me for being a jerk."
Chase looked remorsefully at Julia, his hands in his front pockets.

"Who s
aid I forgive you?"

"Oh, no? Well, what will it take?" He walked closer to her, backing her into the wall of the house, taking his
hands out of his pockets, putting one on her hip while the other brushed her hair behind her shoulder.

"Well, a whole lot of grovel
ing is in order, I think." His hand glided down, glancing over her breast, making her gasp, on its way to land on her other hip.

"I can do that." He leaned in, kissing her neck, loving how she smelled, intoxicated by the closeness of her. "And?"

His mouth moved from her neck to her shoulder, making it extremely hard for her to think clearly. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against the wall. "And, uh, you have to bring me breakfast in bed in the morning."

He chuckled as his lips moved back up to ravish
her neck with hot kisses. "I can do that, too. And?" His hand dropped to cup her ass, pulling her into him closer, letting her feel that he was hard for her. His lips took hers, their tongues tangling wildly together, making them both moan.

"Oh, God..."
She groaned as his lips went to nibble the spot just under her ear. His hand moved up her side and his thumb found her nipple, brushing up and down over it.

"What else will it take,
Julia?" he whispered, grinding into her, wanting to be inside her so badly. He moved a hand down, going under her dress, grazing over her center.

"
Chase, please..."

"C'mon,
Julia, tell me what it'd take." He moved her thong to the side, running a finger through the wetness that was there.

"I want you to make love to me,
Chase," was her breathy reply.

Now, that was what he
was wanting to hear from her. "Jesus, you're so wet. Damn." He pushed two fingers inside her, making her cry out. His mouth captured hers as his fingers moved in her, his thumb moving in a circle at the crest of her softest parts, making her arch her back into the wall, pressing her chest to his. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breast, taking a nipple between his teeth through the fabric of her dress, which made an erotic sound come out of her that he loved hearing. Going to his knees, he pushed her dress up, putting her leg over his shoulder, then kissed his way up her thigh before placing his mouth on her hot flesh as his fingers moved inside her. He licked and sucked her in, making her jerk against him then put his arm across her belly to hold her still.

"God
, Chase, don't stop." Her fingers threaded in his hair holding him to her.

"Wouldn't dream of it." His hot breath was on her.

"Oh, my God... right there, yes! God, yes..." was her breathy response.

H
e sucked on her harder, his fingers hitting that spot inside over and over again until white hot lights flashed behind her closed eyes, her breath catching as she writhed against his arm, her hips bucking, her back arching, as she came. This man definitely knew how to use his fingers. And his amazing mouth. And his tantalizing tongue. He stood then, still holding his arm against her so she wouldn't collapse on the porch, his eyes smoldering with desire as he wiped his mouth with his fingers, then licked them, sucking on each, taking every last bit of her in. Oh, God, she was going to come again from watching that. And she did. He caught her by the shoulders as her knees buckled beneath her.

"My, God, you're beautiful." He
pulled her into his body, kissing her hard, holding her close. When she was able to stand without his assistance, he said, "Come with me." Holding her hand, he led her to the front door, unlocking it. He quickly pulled her inside, keeping an eye out for Allen, then to her bedroom, going inside and locking the door.

He turned to her and she locked her arms around hi
s neck, pulling him down so she could kiss him. She then unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it down and off his arms then pulled his t-shirt over his head. Leaving hot kisses across his chest, she tugged on his waistband as she pulled him toward the bed. She sat down then unbuttoned his jeans, pushing them and his boxer briefs down. His hard cock sprang out at her and she took it in her hand and licked the tip. He let out a groan as her little tongue came out to lick the tip again as she looked up at him so erotically. His hands tangled in her hair while she then ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft slowly moving back up to take all of him in her mouth, causing his legs to damn near buckle. She held the base in her hand as she slid her mouth down, then moved her hand up along with her mouth as her cheeks hollowed, sucking his length like a damned lollipop. When her other hand cupped his balls, he knew she was going to make him come, fast, so he pulled himself out of her mouth, gently grabbing her hands helping her to stand.

"I want to be in you," he sa
id, kissing her. He unhooked the halter behind her neck and her dress slid right off, falling to the floor. She stood in her lacy black strapless bra and thong and those shoes looking so damned sexy. "Let me tell you, you’re gorgeous. And those shoes? Christ, Julia. They've got 'fuck me' written all over them."

Sh
e laughed then looked up at him sheepishly. "I was hoping they'd have an effect on you."

"Oh, they do
." He pulled her into his chest, kissing her hard, unhooking her bra, letting it drop. He bent, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking it in, making her breath catch, then laid her back on the bed, drawing her thong down her legs but leaving those damned hot shoes on. After taking his boots and socks off then shucking his jeans, he put a condom on, climbing onto the bed with her, parting her legs with his knee, falling between them and bending down to kiss her. He pulled back, kissing between her breasts down to her stomach, then knelt in front of her, putting his hand behind one of her knees, stretching her leg up. He kissed the inside of her ankle and up to her calf before putting it over his shoulder. He did the same with her other leg, then held her hips, pulling her toward him, and entered her gradually, letting her body adjust before pulling out then plunging in deep, making her gasp. "Oh, shit, so fucking tight," he rasped.

He
thrust slowly inside over and over as he watched her. She was beautiful with her hair fanned out around her, a light blush across her throat and chest. Her lips were red and swollen and her teeth held her bottom lip between them. He had to kiss those gorgeous lips, so letting her legs down, he bent toward her, kissing her so passionately they were both breathless afterward. She wrapped her legs around him then, the heels of her shoes digging into his ass, making him thrust hard inside her several times with a growl, causing her to climax again.

A
light misting of sweat covering their bodies caused them to glide together effortlessly. He pulled her up to straddle him, as he sat back on his knees, twining her arms around his neck where her fingers twisted in his hair as she moved on him.

This was such an intimate position, she was wrapped all around him, her lips on his throat leaving hot kisses as she whispered to him how she loved having him inside her, how he was so thic
k inside of her, so deep.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled, pumping
up inside her then grabbing her hips tightly and thrusting up until he was buried to the root. She watched as he threw his head back, his neck muscles straining with his release. And she’d never seen anything more beautiful. They both breathed heavily as he wrapped her tightly in his arms, resting his cheek against her shoulder, loving how she felt. Loving how she fit into his arms perfectly.

She
let out a breathy sigh, resting her cheek on the top of his head, feeling so safe, so content being in his arms. He moved his head back so he could see her face then he kissed her deeply, turning to lay her on the bed, then kissed her once more before going to the bathroom. When he came back, he lay down, pulling her to him, where she lay her head on his chest and he kissed the top of her head before they fell asleep.

S
ometime in the night, Chase went to his room. Wouldn't do for Allen to find him with her. When Julia woke the next morning, she hated that for the second time Chase wasn't there with her.

****

The spread for breakfast was huge again and they sat talking at the dining table.

"I was mak
ing a plate to bring you in bed when you came in," he teased.

"Oh, well, I'll go back in and wait." She laughed at the look of surprise on his
face. "Just kidding. I think you more than made up for the way you acted last night." She arched an eyebrow then smiled wickedly at him when he choked on his juice.

"
Damn, baby. Think I’ll act like an ass more often if it gets me those results.”

She smacked him on the arm as she laughed
, getting up to get herself some coffee. “Don’t push it, Murphy.”

H
e followed her into the kitchen. “Oh, I’ll push it alright.” He ground his hips into her backside as she stretched up to get a mug out of the cupboard.

“Chase! Stop!” she said with a giggle turning to face him. “What if Allen comes in?”

“He said he was walking down to Collin’s house.” He waggled his eyebrows and she knew exactly what he was proposing.

“You are so bad!” She tiptoed up to kiss him.

“Yeah, and you like it.” He rested his hands on her hips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him again.
“Yeah, I kinda do,” she mumbled against his lips.

“
Mmm, I knew it.” He bit her on the neck then, making her moan, before pulling back to look down at her. “Oh, but, hey, I really need to go back into the City for a meeting at CEP.” He placed a kiss where he’d nipped her.

“
Oooohhh! A bony meeting, huh?” She snorted.

“
Bony?” He narrowed his eyes at her.

“Yep. Bodyguards of New York.
BoNY. That’s the company you work for, right?” She took off running with a squeal when he lunged at her, making it to her room where he made her pay for teasing him.

And
she loved every minute of it.

**
**

Julia decided to go with Chase,
going by CEP first then to his apartment to pick up some more clothes. He explained that it was a lot cleaner when he was there, that Brock was just a complete slob which made her laugh because Chase
was
pretty meticulous for a guy. They decided to swing by the Tower so she could pick up more clothes too.

W
hen they went inside the apartment, a manila envelope was lying on the floor that'd been pushed through the mail slot. It was addressed to Julia, so she bent to pick it up and opened it. When Chase heard her gasp then saw the look of fear on her face, he was there in a flash, looking over her shoulder to see what was in it.

Inside there were several articles about the recent kidnappings and murder
s. But what’d really made her heart seize up in her chest was a simple piece of paper with two words written on it in blood red ink:

You're
Next
.

"Please, don't hurt me!"

"Shut up!"

Sherry Larson started crying. "What do you want from me?"

S
he was horrified. The twenty-two-year-old woman had been in Central Park stretching before her usual early morning jog when she'd seen a dog twisted by its leash to a bush and what seemed like a pretty cute guy trying to get him loose. She'd gone to help the guy, who smiled and thanked her, but then he'd pulled a gun on her, leading her a few yards away to a waiting black car, sticking the gun in her back the entire time they walked. He'd told her that if she screamed, he'd shoot, that he'd already done it once before. She was terrified, not willing to test his threat, and followed his instructions exactly. After he’d thrown her in the back of the car, she’d found herself sprawling across another man and she’d struggled to right herself. The man had pushed her up so she could sit. The cute guy had followed her inside and screamed at her to close her eyes then he'd blindfolded her. She hadn't really gotten a good look at him anyway. He'd had on a baseball cap and sunglasses as did the guy sitting next to her so she couldn't really distinguish what either of them looked like. Another man was driving, and he, too, was similarly disguised.

Oh, God.
They were the kidnappers. She'd read about them for the past several months. And she knew she was going to die.

She'd quietly sobbed as the car had driven her to God knew where. After what seemed lik
e forever, they’d stopped and she’d been led inside a building. A house? Apartment? She'd figured it was a residence of some kind just from the feel of it. If they'd been in a warehouse or other type of building, there'd have been an echo or something, right?

She had no idea
what was ahead for her and was scared out of her mind as she continued crying. "My father's very rich. He'll pay anything to get me back," she now said through her sobs.

"That's what we're counting on."

"Are you... going to... kill me?"

"Not if everyone cooperates. Now, quiet!" one of the men told her. He held her arm and walked her down some stairs then pushed her into a room telling her not to take off her blindfold until he left. He walked back up the stairs then slammed the door, locking it behind him, leaving her alone.

She took off the blindfold and looked around as she continued crying quietly, trying to figure out where she might be. It was a small basement or cellar-type room with no windows, the smell of the place making her want to throw up. It reminded her of her grandmother's cellar, all damp and earthy. She'd visited her grandmother in Kentucky one summer and they'd made peach preserves, storing them in the damp and nasty underground room. But in this room Sherry sensed another odor such as a dirty boys' locker room, a sweaty, musty stench along with a side of urine invading her nose. She started gagging, holding her hand to her mouth to keep what was wanting to come up down. She sat down on the cot that was against one wall, holding her head in her hands.

If only I'd stayed home
this morning. I wasn't really up to running today after staying out so late last night. Why didn't I bring my cell phone with me today? The police could've tracked me here by it. Mom is going to freak out about this! Oh, God, if they kill me, she'll fall apart!

A
 whole new round of sobs gripped her chest as she sat shaking, not knowing what her future held.

*
***

Julia
threw the envelope and all its contents on the floor, moving away from it with a shriek as if it had bitten her. Her breath started coming in gasps as another panic attack made an appearance. Oh. Yay. The walls of the apartment seemed to be closing in on her as she struggled for air.

"Hey, hey, breathe,
Julia. C'mon, you've got to calm down." Chase led her to the couch so she could sit. "Look at me. Breathe with me." He knelt in front of her as he'd done before, trying to keep her eyes trained on his. "There you go. That's better." He rubbed his hands up and down her arms, coaching her through each breath, eventually getting her calmed.

"What the hell
, Chase? They know where I live now?" She looked at him, frightened.

"It's okay, baby. Settle down."

"Settle down? 
Settle down
? How am I supposed to settle down when I've got a big, fat fucking target on my forehead that says, 'Kidnap me! My dad's got big bucks!' on it? Huh?" Her fear had changed to anger in a flash and she was in major freak-out mode now. She jumped up from the couch and started ranting like a mad woman, pacing around the living room. "They want to fuck with me? Oh, they've pissed me off now! I'll hai-yah kick the shit out of these assholes! I'll hold 
them
 hostage and… and make them listen to Lily talking about the first time she masturbated… and she did it to pictures of  our high school science teacher! No! I'll let Claire describe the first time she gave a blow job and the guy came in her hair! Now, that's torture! She had to tell me everything she used to get the shit out, like it was superglue or some shit. Do you even 
know
 how many hair care products there are out there? Wait! I've got it! I'll force them to eat her cooking! They'd beg to be released after that and leave me the hell alone!" She cackled dementedly.

Chase
watched her walking back and forth carrying on about what she planned to do to these guys which was totally ridiculous, but if it made her feel better, he'd allow her to go on for hours, except he really needed to call the police. He pulled his phone out dialing 911. As he watched Julia traipsing back and forth, spouting off like crazy, he told the dispatcher what had happened and was told that someone was on the way. He called his dad next, alerting him to what was going on, Hank telling him to keep him apprised of the situation.

In the meantime,
Julia continued her prattling. "Or I'll have Paula do a strip tease in front of them! That'll totally gross them out! Hell, I'll just have her 
talk 
to them! They'll be begging me to shoot them! No! I've got it! I'll make them watch Jacob's vacation videos when he and Blake saw that damned double rainbow and freaked out!"

"
Julia? Julia!" She finally stopped pacing and looked at him. "I called the police and they're on their way."

She star
ed at him for a beat then reality came crashing in and now came the tears. "Oh, Chase! What am I going to do? Oh, my God! They know where I live!"

He went to her, holding her tightly to his chest. He was pissed. Who did these people think they were messing with? He wished he knew where to find them this minute so he could kick their asses. They were messing with everything that was good in his life and he'd be damned if he was going to let that happen.

"It's going to be okay. I promise. I won't let anyone hurt you, Julia."

He sat her on the couch again after she'd finally calmed down. Now she slipped into a kind of contemplative, quiet stage as she sat there, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, staring off into space.
Chase used this time to call Allen, pacing the living room while keeping an eye on her.

"Yes, sir. Yes. They're on their way. Okay. I will."
Allen said he was coming home, but depending on traffic he'd be there anywhere from three to four hours but for Chase to let him know what the police said.

Chase
hung up and looked worriedly at Julia. "Hey, are you okay?" He walked to where she sat on the couch.

"No." She stared straight ahead. "Why is this happening to me?"
she asked in a tiny voice.

"I don't know.
But I can tell you this: I won't let anyone hurt you. Do you hear me?" He repeated his promise then sat down next to her, holding her face so she'd look at him. "I mean it. You're going to be okay." He hugged her closely to him, kissing the top of her head, telling her it’d be okay.

The police arrived and everything around them became organized chaos. Fingerprints were dusted for
on the door and the envelope before it was taken in as evidence, and Julia and Chase were interviewed by a detective who’d arrived.

"Hello, I'm Detective Jared," he said, shaking
Chase's hand. "So, you came in and the envelope was already here?" The detective was in his mid-fifties with thick white hair that was parted to the side. He had deep lines carved into his face, probably from the worry that many hours of studying cases caused, and sharp blue eyes that missed not a thing.

"Yes.
This is Julia Cooke, Detective. This is her and her father's apartment. Well, her father actually owns the building." Chase nodded down at Julia where she still sat on the couch in a daze. Detective Jared looked down at her, not bothering to offer his hand as he saw she was too upset. "Julia found the envelope on the floor when we walked inside the apartment."

"So, Ms.
Cooke, is this the first contact anyone's had with you like this?"

Snapping out of her
trance, she looked up at Chase. "Well, we were followed the other day."

The detective looked at
Chase. "Yes, the other morning when I was taking her to work, a black, older model Cadillac was following us. I've got the tag number here." Chase pulled out his wallet and handed a slip of paper to the detective.

"Okay, that's good. I'll have them run it and se
e where it leads us." Jared excused himself, walking away, calling the tag number in on his cell phone. Chase sat down by Julia promising her that things would be fine.

Five
minutes later, Jared came back only to inform them that the tag had come up as stolen then Chase stood and walked with him to the door, Jared telling him he'd be in touch if he came across any more information or needed to ask any more questions; giving Chase his card, he told him that they should do the same then he left. The Crime Scene techs were gone by then too leaving Julia and Chase alone. She still sat on the couch in a haze, not having spoken for a good thirty minutes while Chase had talked to Detective Jared.

"Hey, how’re you doing
?" Chase asked. He drew an afghan around her wondering if she might be in shock.

"Huh?"
Julia glanced at him like she had no idea who he was.

"
C'mere." He sat down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and just held her. There really were no words right now that could make things better, so they just sat, listening to the silence.

A good half hour passed and being pretty sure that
Julia had fallen asleep, Chase moved to lay her down on the couch. He got up, going into the kitchen and called his dad again, telling him that the detective was going to have the envelope and note analyzed for fingerprints and they were also obtaining the video from security.

Just
then Julia sat up, looking around, calling for him, jumping to her feet, frantic.

"
Gotta go, Pop.” He crossed the room in two long strides. “I'm right here, baby." She threw her arms around his waist as a torrent of tears made their way down her face.

She
felt helpless and she hated it. She needed to gain some kind of control of the situation to keep her sanity. "I need you, Chase." She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him hard, both of them tasting the salt from her tears. Keeping her mouth on his, she walked them into the dining table where she pushed him against it and unbuttoned his jeans.

"
Julia…"

"I need to feel you,
Chase. Please."

He hated seeing the fear, the
disconcertion in her eyes, as she looked up at him, practically begging him to make love to her.

“Please, Chase.
I need you.”

God, she owned him, heart and soul. All the woman had to do was touch him and he was hard for her.
But if this helped her feel better about everything, he’d do whatever it took. In a flash, he had her shorts and panties off, picking her up and placing her on the table, unbuttoning her shirt, as she kissed him desperately, hungrily, reaching for the buttons on his jeans. He took out his wallet to get a condom but Julia grabbed his hand. "I need to 
feel
 you," she pleaded.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm on the pill.
Please,"
she said as she continued unbuttoning his jeans, using her feet to help him push them and his boxer briefs down, pulling his t-shirt over his head in the process.

He
laid her back, running his hand down between her breasts, then hooked his arms behind her knees, his hands holding her hips, and pulled her to the edge of the table, thrusting inside her so powerfully, they both cried out. He moved her to him easily over and over, as she slid to him on her shirt that lay splayed under her.

"Harder,"
she moaned. "I need to feel you deeper. Harder!"

He began pulling her to him roughly, pounding inside her making her gasp each time their hips met,
her telling him to go harder, deeper, which made him groan, as he drove inside her more fiercely. She let out a scream as she climaxed, her core clenching around his cock like a goddamned vise. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck, her lips leaving hot, desperate kisses along his jaw, and held her by the hips as he moved her up and down on his cock, moving his hips, pushing up into her as he tried to give her what she wanted, tried going as deep as he could. He pulled back, looking at her, and knew he'd do whatever it took to keep her safe. He kissed her, her mouth on his demanding, so he started moving in her again, powering inside as she dug her nails into his shoulders, throwing her head back with a moan. He practically roared when he came, plunging hard inside her, his cock buried as deeply as it could go, then he rested his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breath, whispering to her that he would take care of her, he wouldn't let anyone near her. They stayed that way for several minutes, chests heaving then he kissed her deeply before easing her down.