Big Girls Do It Pregnant (5 page)

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Liar. You hate it.” I turned away, feeling my heart clench. It was just hair, I knew, and it would grow back, but…the thought of Chase not being attracted to me had me sick to my stomach.

I stormed past him, but I didn’t get three feet before his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against him. My breath caught at the familiar feel of his body against mine, the power in his hands as they smoothed down my hips, the heat of his breath on my neck, now bare and open to his mouth. His palm skated over my belly, briefly tender and loving, and then skimmed up to cup my breast, his thumb nudging the edge down to bare more skin, then yet more, digging down until one nipple was peeking out. I felt my thighs clench as desire rocketed through me. His erection was a hard, thick rod against the top of my buttocks and the small of my back.
 

He ground his hips against me, pressing his shaft into me. “Feel that?” His voice was a low rumble in my ear. “Does that feel like I hate it? You just surprised me is all, baby. I love it. Now I can kiss your shoulders, just…like…this…” He suited action to words, planting hot kisses along my shoulder blade and up my neck between each word.

I shivered under his mouth, pressed my thighs together, needing pressure; one of Chase’s hands—not the one thumbing light circles over the tip of my nipple—slid down my side to my hip, bunching in the cotton where my hip dipped in to my thigh, and brushed the “V” where I so desperately needed his touch. In that moment, I didn’t care where we were, who could round the corner and see.
 

Chase walked forward with me, never breaking contact or pausing in his kissing of my skin, now behind my ear, beneath it, over my jawline and to my chin. He found a doorknob, twisted it, pushed it open. We startled a group of men in the act of snorting lines of cocaine, three roadies by the look of them, and one guy who looked like a rocker, with spiked dyed red hair and spike-studded leather bracelets on his wrists.
 

“Out,” Chase growled.
 

The rocker drew a short straw along the last line, blinked hard as he sniffed. The guys stood lazily, one of them brushing his forearm over the low table they’d been snorting from. The rocker was the last one out the door, and he threw a lecherous glance over his shoulder. “Fuck her good, mate,” he said, his voice thick with a British accent.

“She’s my wife, asshole,” Chase said, shooting a hard glare at the man.
 

The British rocker just smirked as he sauntered off, not bothering to reply, pulling a guitar pick from his back pocket.
 

Chase pushed the door closed and twisted the lock, then turned to me. “Sorry about them.”

I shrugged. “It’s a concert—they’re rock stars. What do you expect?”
 

Chase pulled a face. “I just hate that shit. Coke, I mean. When Gage and I started the band, we made a pact that we’d never do drugs, and that no one who played with us would, either. We actually fired our first drummer for that same thing, not long before I met Anna. We caught him doing lines off a stripper’s tits in the back room of a nightclub when he was supposed to be with us, practicing.”

“I knew people who did it regularly. I never liked it. I tried it once, but I hated it. Plus, I watched too many friends fuck up their lives using it.”

Chase nodded. “A buddy of mine OD’d. Right in front of me. I watched him go, and I couldn’t stop it.”

His eyes darkened and narrowed with memory. I closed the distance between us, pushing my breasts up against him and running my fingers up under his shirt.
 

“Hey,” I said, tilting my face up for a kiss, “enough of that. Where were we?”

Chase shook his head to clear it, and when his eyes descended to mine, they were hot with lust once more. “God, I missed you. Do you have any idea? If I didn’t love performing so much, I’d quit because I just can’t stand being away from you so much.”

“I’d never let you quit,” I said. “It’s what you do, part of who you are. I miss you, too, more than
you
know, but it just makes these reunions that much better.”
 

He grinned at me, and the sight of his smile still had the power to take my breath away. Then he kissed me, and my breath was truly snatched, sucked away by the desperation of his mouth moving on mine. I melted into him, slid my palms up under his shirt and clawed my nails down his spine, feeling tingles begin in my core. Chase curled his fingers into the fabric of my dress at my hips, gathering the material into his hands to slowly bare my legs. The anticipation of his hands on my flesh caused me to shiver all over, to lean up on my toes to deepen the kiss. I put every shred of my desire, my need, my three months’ worth of pent-up sexual frustration into the kiss. At some point I pushed his shirt off so I could roam my hands over his rock-hard, sculpted torso, and then I was fumbling with his belt and zipper and button, pushing his boxers away as well.
 

And then—god, yes—he was naked for me, right there in the office or whatever this room was. Hard for me. So hard, so huge. Thick and pink and veined and ridged and rippled, and begging for my touch. I trailed my fingers slowly down his stomach, nibbling on his lower lip. Chase sucked his belly in, still slowly gathering my dress up at my hips. I loved this teasing, this give and take. Chase blew out a sigh of ultimate pleasure and relief as I finally wrapped my hand around his cock, and when he did, I smiled at him, my lips curving against the line of his jaw.
 

“God, Jay. God, I love your hand on me.”

“You like that?” I teased. “You want more?”

He bucked his hips into my plunging fist. “Yes,
fuck
yes.”
 

“Then touch me.” I straddled his knee, clenching my thighs around his leg and rubbing myself against him.
 

Chase waited a beat, then peeled my dress off over my head and tossed it aside. He pushed me back a few inches and took in my body, and his eyes went heavy-lidded with appreciation. “God, Jay. You’re…you are honestly the sexiest goddamn woman in the world. You’re heaven, my love. Absolute perfection.”

Again with the prickling eyes. I reached up behind me to unclasp my bra, letting it fall away so Chase could gaze at me. He closed the gap slowly, cupping my bare breasts in his big, hard, callused hands, gently massaging them. He knew by now that they were sensitive, so he was extra gentle. Of course, I’d gotten three months more pregnant since he’d seen me last, and now they were even more sensitive. Just the ever-so-slight brush of his palms over my nipples had me wet and shivering, gasping. And then he bent and pulled me to him, lowering his mouth over my breast and suckling a rigid nipple between his lips. I cried out against his shoulder, and then full-on bit him when he slipped his fingers between my thighs, cupping me over my panties.

I had his erection in my fist again, sliding my fingers around him, rubbing the tip with my thumb, squeezing low on the base the way he liked it, pulsing my fist around him in short squeezes as I slicked his pre-come over him. His thumb hooked over my panties and jerked them down, and I stepped out, widening my stance, and then whimpered into his bicep when he slipped two thick fingers into my wet, arousal-pungent folds.
 

“I need you, baby,” I said. “Now. Take me now.”

Chase laughed, almost mockingly. His fingers curled inside me, eliciting a muffled shriek, and then his thumb pressed over my ultra-sensitive clit, and I was undone. I latched my teeth onto the round of his shoulder and let myself scream as I came apart.

“Goddamn, Jay. You came fast.” Chase didn’t relent when I came, but curled his fingers inside me again, and I had no choice but to ride his hand, rubbing against him and whimpering, crying out. My orgasm hadn’t slowed, hadn’t abated, and when he slid to his knees in front of me, I let my head fall back and steadied myself on his broad shoulders, knowing I was about to be ripped in two by his talented tongue.

His tongue stroked up my crease, and I shivered, shook, trembled, aftershocks hitting me with sledgehammer force even as another orgasm built up within me. The tip of his tongue touched my clit, lightly, and then circled it. I moaned long and low, the sound rising in pitch until I was keening in my throat, dipping with my knees at each curling lap of his tongue in me. I rode his face, arched my back, and fucked his tongue with my folds, greedily gorging myself on the high. I cried out his name as the third orgasm punched through me, leaving me breathless and limp.
 

Chase chose that moment, the instant of utter satiety and complete bonelessness, to move behind me and spin me in place. He lifted my foot and placed it on the low coffee table, which was pushed up against the wall. I bent forward, planting my palms on the wall and braced myself, waiting.

He took his time. He slid up against me, dragging the tip of his cock along my thigh, nudging my folds. I gasped at the presence of him there, held my breath, tensed and waiting, needing it. He pushed against me, and I whined when he moved away.

“I need you inside me, Chase.” I could barely gasp the words.

He mouthed my neck in the hollow between shoulder and throat, cupping my breasts with both hands. He put his foot next to mine, nestled his tip in my folds. I arched my back, silently begging him. I heard him suck in a breath, and then he was sliding up, sliding in, and I sobbed in relief, in desperate ecstasy. I heard him moan, felt the vibrations of his voice on my skin. I held my breath and waited, every muscle tensed, my heart hammering absurdly in my chest.

And then he was inside me, sweet and deep and slowly pushing deeper. I let out my tension in a gasp, sinking down to meet him. He lifted up on his toes to drive himself deeper, swiveling his hips in a circle as he reached full impalement. I draped myself against the wall, head down, watching his hands cup and caress my breasts. His right hand slithered down my belly and between my thighs, and then his fingers curled in to slide against my clit, and I screamed into my forearm, biting it until pain laced the pleasure. I grabbed Chase’s thigh and pulled him, urging him harder, faster, but he resisted. He lowered himself from his tiptoes and onto flat feet, then pulled his hips away until he was nearly out of me and I was whimpering with the loss of him within me. He held there, circling my clit with his fingers, then began pulsating his hips so his tip slipped shallowly in and out between my swollen labia.
 

“Oh fuck, baby,” I moaned, “stop teasing me. Give me all of you.”

He clutched my breast in one hand, pressed his fingers against my nerve endings with the other, hesitated for a beat like that, then thrust hard into me. Once, twice, three times, hard and arrhythmic, and then he was gasping against my neck and pumping his cock into me, fast and hard and so perfect.
 

“Like that?” he asked, rolling my nipple in his fingers.

“Yes, yes…like this. Don’t stop.” I clutched his thigh in my hand and pulled him closer, arched my back and lowered my hips into his frantic thrusting.
 

I came a fourth time, a nuclear detonation within me, my inner muscles clamping down around his thick, slick, sliding shaft, my breath stopped and gasping in stutters, heart palpitating, fire and heat and lightning shuddering through every fiber of my body.

I knew, in that moment, what Chase needed. I knew he was close, and I knew how he liked to come. I pushed away from the wall, lifted up to pull him out of me, ignoring his curse of protest. He followed me to the floor as I settled on my knees and forearms, presenting my ass to him. I was quivering all over, aftershocks crashing in my muscles and my core, but I held the pose, watching him over my shoulder. He grinned, licked his lips dramatically, and settled on his knees behind me. He grabbed himself at the base, feathered his fingers into my slick folds, and guided himself in, sliding deep.
   

“Oh, fuck, Jamie. God you’re perfect. So tight.” He grabbed my leg at the quadricep and lifted so my thigh was resting on his outstretched knee, and I nearly collapsed at how deep he went, how he struck every sensitive place inside me from the angle of his penetration. “I’ve dreamt of being inside you like this every night for three months.”

“Me, too,” I gasped.
 

I didn’t think I would, or could, come again, but when he started shifting his hips to drive into me deep and slow, I felt it rising again. Impossible. I almost feared how hard I would climax if he took me over the edge a fifth time. Five times in thirty minutes? I’d be a puddly mess.
 

But I did. As Chase began to groan and grunt with each staccato thrust, I felt it rip through me. “Chase, baby…come with me. Right now.”

He thrust hard into me, and I felt him unleash within me, filling me, and his voice filled the room with a long, low growl. I didn’t scream, didn’t cry out or whimper; I was left too breathless by the potency of my climax. I could only clench my fists and open my mouth wide in a silent scream, rocked forward by his crashing hips. And then he was limp behind me, his cheek resting on my back and his cock softening within me.
 

“Holy shit, baby,” I said, collapsing onto my belly on the floor. “That was…incredible.”

Chase flopped to his back next to me. “Yeah, it was.” He twisted onto his side to smirk at me. “That was just the beginning, babe. You have no idea what I’m going to do to you tonight after the show. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

I rolled to my back and pulled him over me. “I already won’t be able to. You just ruined me. I’m done.”
 

Chase lowered his lips to mine, kissing me with a sweetness that belied the ferocity of our lovemaking from just moments ago. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

I held him by the nape and met his gaze. “No, baby. You were perfect. Exactly what I needed, just like you always are. You won’t hurt me, or the baby.” I squirmed beneath him. “You did make me all drippy, though. I think you came an entire gallon.”

He laughed. “I had a lot built up.”