Chase and Seduction (6 page)

"Ahh, ahh, Reno, I'm going to come.” He warned her so she could back away, but she used two knuckles to rub the sweet spot behind his balls, and she increased the tension of her mouth and hand. He went ape shit. Grabbing her head, he shot his load into her, feeling like it would never stop. His eyes closed and his mind fired rockets that ricocheted through his body.

It took forever before he'd emptied himself, and could open his eyes again. “Baby."

Backing off slowly, she caressed his rod, squeezed the last drops of cum up his shaft, and carefully licked him clean. Looking up at him, she smiled, her eyes playful. “Okay?"

He collapsed onto his knees and hauled her into his arms, burying his face in her hair, his lungs chugging. “That was incredible.” His body still shook, but something else was going on. A strange feeling crept up on him, slinking out of his heart, and choking him around the throat. What was it? It made him want to...cry?

"Goddamn.” He hadn't meant to say it out loud.

She stiffened and pulled away. “Is something wrong?"

Her eyes were so fearful, it tore at his heart. “Uh uh. Everything's perfect. Sorry I swore.” Using his thumb, he massaged away the worry lines between her brows. “That was good enough to make me smack my granny!"

She shook her head, the worry lines coming back. “Why would you want to smack your grandmother?"

Chase laughed so hard, he fell over onto his side. He was used to dealing with good ol’ boys and Southern belles. His backcountry sayings must sound like a foreign language to a northerner.

She smiled and crawled over next to him then put her hand on his stomach. “I'm missing something here, aren't I?"

He got control for a second, but when he saw her confused, big-eyed grin, he started roaring again. When she threw a leg over him and sat on his belly, he stopped laughing.

"Let me in on the joke."

He lifted himself to sitting, held her hips and slid her down, pressing his now semi-erect cock the length of her pussy, her wet cream dampening his shaft through her thin panties. “It's an old southern saying. Slap your grandma. You say it when something's damn fantastic."

She smiled. “So my little ol’ blow job was that good?” She tried for a Southern accent, but it didn't quite work. Setting her finger on his lips, she said, “Sorry, if you promise not to swear so much, I promise not to butcher the southern patois."

He nodded, but didn't know what the hell a “pat-wah” was. “Deal."

Her hands glided over his shoulders, exploring, then down his arms and up his back.

"Baby, if you keep doing that, we're going to have to have some more sex."

"Mmm. I want some more sex.” She looked up at his hat. “When will that come off?"

Pulling the hat from his head, he leaned back and set it carefully on a chair. Custom made. One of his favorites. “Better?” He returned his attention to her, leaned forward to kiss the tops of her breasts pushing their way out of her sexy bra.

She dug her fingers in his hair, combing it, and playing with it as if she'd never seen hair before.

He looked up at her. “What are you doing up there?"

"It's so nice. Kind of red.” She reached down between their bodies. “Redder than down here.” She tugged a few pieces of his pubic hairs.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, that didn't hurt. And I wanted to make sure the carpet matched the drapes."

Caught by surprise, he laughed again, and he kissed her hard, both of them chuckling like little kids. He sighed as he tipped his head back. She'd finally loosened up, and he wanted to spend every minute of the short time she had left in L.A. pleasing her. He needed to connect them, somehow, make this stick.

He swooped in and kissed her neck. “You know, Reno...” he whispered hot in her ear, “...you're pretty good at the dirty talk."

"Mmm. Tell me more.” She closed her eyes and tipped her head for him.

"Baby, you're a walking wet dream. I want to do a whole lot of naughty things to you."

Her voice purred low and sultry. “Like?"

"Like this.” He licked her neck, and ran his tongue up and around her ear. “And this.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and flicked his tongue quickly over it.

"Uh huh. Just to my ear?"

He pulled back.

She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with need.

"Reno, I can do that to any part of your body you'd like. Just name it, and I'm there."

She threw her head back on a sigh. “So many places I want your tongue, I don't know where to start."

He laughed, grabbed her ass, and moved her hips in a circle on his. “But we can talk about that...later. I have something else that needs dealin’ with first.” His cock was near full hard again, and he couldn't wait to be inside her..."Shit—sorry, shoot."

She laughed. “What's wrong?"

"Condoms."

Grimacing, she shook her head. “I don't have any."

"Okay, I think I have a few in my kit.” He helped her up, and stood, looking for his underwear. “I'll go get them."

"No, you've got your hat off.” She grinned. “I can just throw my dress on and run down the hall. Where are they?"

"Under the bathroom sink, in my shaving kit. Bring the whole thing. There shouldn't be much else in it."

She tossed her dress up over her head and turned her back to him. “Zip me?"

He pressed his lips to her bare back, running kisses up her spine as he zipped her.

She shivered. “I'll be back really fast.” Turning, she held out her hand. “Key."

He dug it out of his jeans pocket and gave it to her.

Walking to the front door, she grabbed her own room key. “Help yourself to anything,” she called and left.

He walked into the living room and took a gulp of his beer, looked at her pile of mail, then froze. “Shit.” He'd gotten a packet from his PR guy this week, and one of the tabloids had a front-page photo of Reno and him. An intimate picture of him tucking her hair behind her ear. And her face, goddamn, she looked at him like he was ice cream and she was a spoon. Did he leave that tabloid sitting out? Oh, damn. He raced back into the bedroom and tugged on his jeans, but before he could get them buttoned, he heard her come in the door.

"Chase, I saw something disturbing in your suite. We have to talk."

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Completing her mission to find condoms, Reno stepped into her room, closing the door behind her and set the access card down on the entry table.

Chase came out of the bedroom with his jeans on, looking panicked.

"Why are you getting dressed?” Crap, did that sound slutty or what? “Is anything wrong?"

He stopped walking and held his hands out, palms up, and asked, “What did you find?"

Strange. Wasn't that a classic sign of guilt?

She held out the kit. “There are four condoms in here—"

"No. You said you found something in my suite."

A little uncomfortable with his paranoia, she smiled to reassure him. “Oh, yeah, the toilet seat was up. You need to know that I prefer it in the down position."

He blinked a couple times, then pasted on a fake smile. “Okay, it'll be down when we're at your place. But up at mine. All right?"

She nodded and walked toward him, carrying his kit. “That seems fair.” His behavior concerned her, but maybe this whole relationship discussion made him nervous. She had to reach his comfort zone again.

"I want you back in my bedroom, Chase. And I'd like these...” she tugged at his jeans, “...off you, and thrown into a corner."

He grinned and lifted her hand to his lips, kissing her fingers. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it,” he rumbled in his lowest baritone.

Sexy, complicated man. They walked into the bedroom, and she set the condom box on the bed, and asked, “Will you unzip me?"

He complied, nibbling on her shoulder. “I like the highlights in your hair."

"You noticed?” Most guys didn't see that kind of thing.

"The minute you stepped into the hallway earlier.” He eased her sleeves off her shoulders, down her arms, then over her hips and let it pool on the floor.

"How long were you standing there?"

"I waited about two hours this afternoon, then I got wise. I bribed one of the desk clerks to call me when you got in."

Turning to face him, she smiled. “You didn't have to go through all that. You could have just called me.” But it warmed her heart that he'd gone to so much trouble to connect with her.

He shook his head. “Uh uh. I had to see you.” He pulled her close. “I need to know if what you felt for me was real. Or if I'd destroyed it in my trailer."

There she was, on shaky ground again. Could this be real? All this talk of feelings and emotions. It seemed so sudden, but then, they'd gotten to know each other for months. He'd talk about his parents and his rough upbringing, his struggle to get a GED when he had to drop out of school to work.

The backbreaking job at the horse farm inspired him to write blues songs, which got him noticed in a talent contest, and in turn, got him an agent. A true rags-to-riches story, complete with tales of girlfriends who broke his heart, but minus the innumerable floozies he'd slept with after his stardom.

And he
had
been with a boatload of women. After his article in that entertainment magazine, she'd talked to her sister-in-law and got the entire story from a tabloid fanatic's point of view. But for some reason, it didn't bother her then, and didn't now. She recognized his need for companionship, and his fear of commitment. Especially now that she knew him, and had heard the sad history of his father's disappointment.

She touched his cheek. “Chase. I'm not sure what's happening between us, but I'm glad it is."

"Really?” He looked relieved.

Did he realize how transparent his need for love was? She saw it right away. And he saw the same in her.

Writing was a solitary occupation, and where she grew up, she was alone a lot. Her brother, Cody, sister Laramie, and baby brother, Wyatt—and Chase had a good laugh at the names her parents chose for them—were her only companions.

Cody was older, and kept busy learning to run the farm. They were isolated, the badlands on one side, state land on the other, and miles and miles of wheat growing in-between. Their nearest neighbor was seven miles away, and her closest school friend, Mitzi, lived over twenty miles away.

So until she got her permit to drive at fourteen, she had a lot of time to sit and write. And
Prairie Fire
was born. The tale of a small town in South Dakota that was dying until oil was found, then it lost more than its poverty, it lost its soul.

Chase took her hand and kissed her palm. “Did I lose you there for a minute?"

"Yes. I apologized for running out of your trailer Friday night, and you apologized for unintentionally freaking me out, so are we okay with that? Do we need to talk anymore?"

"Reno.” He sounded exasperated. “You're standing there in a red bra and panties, up on those ‘take me’ heels, and you're asking if I want to talk?"

She grinned. “Stupid question, huh?"

He reached around and unfastened the hooks with lightning-fast fingers. “Yeah, stupid question.” Slowly, he slid the shoulder straps down and peeled it away. Her big Ds were blessedly firm, and her nipples puckered at his stare.

"What the...” He looked at the inside of the cups then at her breasts. “They look smaller in a bra."

She took a breath, which lifted the girls up a bit higher. “I wear a minimizer. I prefer a smaller profile, and fewer stares."

His eyes were fixed on her breasts. “You mean like I'm doin’ now? Nice. I...” He sniffled a fake cry. “You've made me so happy!"

She laughed at his silliness. “So easy to please, aren't you."

He wrapped his arms around her. “Hell, yes. If we could lock ourselves in this room for a month, I'd be the happiest man alive.” Kissing her neck, he trailed his lips down her throat, down to her breasts, and wrapped his big hands around them. “They're so firm. Yes, Jesus loves me!"

A surprised laugh escaped her throat, but in a second, he latched onto her turgid nipple and sucked, sending heat zinging through her body, centering in her core, and making her pussy quiver with anticipation. She reached down and tugged at the waistband of his jeans, and he kicked them off without releasing his hold on her breasts.

Backing up to the bed, he pulled her with him and sat, her breasts now at eye level. “Beautiful, Reno. You're beautiful all over.” He licked a circle around her other areola, then took her into his mouth, holding the nipple in his teeth while teasing it with his tongue.

She grabbed his shoulders to keep upright as pulses of sensual delight traveled from her breast, through her belly, and down low to her core. “Oh, yes, that feels wonderful.” Watching his lips on her, feeling his soft hair brushing her skin was nearly sinful, and totally heart wrenching. How could she be so attached to this man so quickly?

He used his fingers to arouse the other nipple, and the two contrasting motions played a crazy game of sensual tag. Her cunt contracted, and her pussy lips moistened.

Drawing a deep breath, he murmured, “Baby, I can smell your scent.” He kissed the deep valley between her breasts. “You want me now, don't you?” He looked up at her, licking the swell of each breast.

"I want you now, and all night, Chase."

"Show me. Get naked."

She stepped back and slid her panties down, bending forward to show him another angle of her breasts, and she could almost see him salivating. When she grasped her shoe, he growled, “Uh uh. Those stay on."

"Mmm. Kinky.” She peeled off her panties and fired them slingshot-style at his chest.

He caught them and brought them to his face, breathing in deeply. “Mine."

A delightful shiver coursed through her. “My panties?” she asked breathlessly.

"Your pussy.” With blurring speed, he stood, snatched her up, and had her laying on the bed, with him on all fours over her.

"I'm dizzy,” she teased.

"You're gonna be a hell of a lot dizzier in a few minutes, beautiful.” He suckled her nipples languidly, each tug of his mouth echoing in her pussy with hot bursts of lust that swelled her lips. He sucked at one breast, then the other, back and forth, a clever foreplay of his hot mouth on her, then a moist, cooling sensation as he moved to the other. After a minute, her hips responded to each long pull, thrusting upward, wanting more.