Chase Part 2: A New Adult and College Billionaire Romance (Chase Me Billionaire Romance Series) (5 page)

Chase woke up in the middle of the night. Meaghan was awake, staring up at the ceiling. She must have gotten out of bed at some point. She had a robe on. The waistband was tied tightly around her waist, and she fiddled with the knot nervously. Chase turned toward her.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I keep feeling something bad is about to happen.”

“Now you’re the one worrying too much,” he said, kissing her cheek. He moved closer, and tugged on the sleeve of her robe. “Take this off.”

She stood up and removed it, coming back to bed the way he liked her—naked. She turned to face him.

“Are you sure everything is okay at work?” she asked.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should tell her what he suspected. She knew nothing and she was already worried. Telling her would make her even more anxious.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” he mustered, hoping she wouldn’t press the issue further.

He lifted the sheet and dropped his gaze to her breasts, down to her flat stomach, and as far down her legs that the raised sheets revealed.

“I know how to help you get back to sleep,” he whispered in a deep voice.

He did not want their pillow talk to become any more serious. Changing the subject was the best option. And he wanted her.

“Show me,” she answered softly, arching her back.

Her hand snaked down to her stomach and her fingers came to rest at the edge of her pussy. She was teasing him too. His mouth fell open and his tongue absentmindedly licked his bottom lip. In seconds, his head was between her thighs.

His breath tickled her wet flesh, making her squirm as he blew against her pussy. She groaned when he pressed kisses up and down her slit, then nipped at the sensitive skin at the top of her inner thighs. He licked her clit.

“Mmmmm.” She ceased talking. There were no questions about where he worked. That was good. And she felt wonderful.

He shifted up her body, His thighs moved between hers and spread her legs farther apart. He kissed each breast tenderly and then licked a path down her belly. When he returned to her clit, he slipped two fingers into her opening. He found an easy rhythm and soon she was bucking her hips, and grinding on his face and hands.

“Have I told you how good you are at that?” Meaghan asked.

“Maybe. I’ve been thinking…” he started, checking to see if she would bring up more questions.

“Let’s not think at a time like this, Chase.”

He looked up and grinned at her, chin resting on her pelvis. “Deal. Now, if you would just be quiet, I can keep going.”

“Mmmmm. Okay, baby.”

Chase pressed two fingers gently against her inner walls, massaging and stroking, preparing her for what was coming. He kept the motion subtle, but she knew he was there. She was already begging him to come inside. He was in no rush. He loved pleasing her. He loved seeing all that desire wash over her, and all the satiated happiness on her face after she came.

Leaving his fingers inside, he moved up the bed and clamped his mouth over her nipple. She writhed at this new sensation. He pumped his fingers in and out and she groaned her reply. He circled his tongue around her nipple, and flicked it back and forth. Then, when she wasn’t expecting it, he suckled hard, feasting at her breast. She arched off the bed, bowing her back.

“Oh God!”

He released her breast and returned to his position on her pelvis. His fingers quickened their pace.

“You feel so good…” she moaned.

He kept up his assault with his fingers, adding a third, and pumping the digits in and out of her slowly. It made her legs tremble with need. He licked at her clit, flicking it back and forth as his nose nuzzled against its hood. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head closer. She was close. Very close. Her hips bucked wildly, and as he looked up to watch the wanton expression on her face, she took over caressing and tweaking her nipples.

“I’m coming,” she cried, her voice somewhere between moaning and sobbing. She ground her hips down on his face, and finally, she let go and shook through her climax. Chase felt her inner walls tighten around his fingers, and her wetness trickled out. He continued licking and stroking her. He felt another wave inside her when she came again. He could barely control himself any more.

“Come inside me, baby,” she called to him, still shaking through her second orgasm.

He moved up the bed and kissed her, all her juices still wet on his chin. She reached her hand down and wrapped it around his hard cock, stroking him gently.

“Fuck me with your cock. I want this inside me.”

“How much do you want it, Meg?” he whispered as he kissed her.

“Oh God. Badly. I want it so bad, baby. Please Chase.”

He rolled toward her and embraced her. “I love it when you beg.”

“Tease…” she groaned and managed a smile.

He moved between her legs and spread them wide.

He reached down and plunged two fingers back into her soaking wet pussy.

“Cock!” she squealed. “I want your cock, baby.”

“Look who’s demanding now,” he joked.

He slid his finger out, gripped his cock at the base, and positioned the head at her opening. She hissed in anticipation, and moved her hips down to help it inside. Holding her hips, he kept her steady and entered her slowly. Her body welcomed him.  She was eager. Her channel tightened around his shaft, holding him deep.

She was moving on her own now. It energized his desire. She worked her muscles along his length as he intensified his thrusts. He could feel every hot, wet inch of her, right to the core. When she rotated her pelvis, his cock made it deep into her inner sanctum, where her walls flexed, swelled, and pulsed.

His hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs massaged the nipples. She must have loved the extra sensation. She arched her back, tilted her head to the headboard, and screamed through her climax.  Meaghan ground her pussy on his cock in her last orgasmic moments, which sent him to the edge like a slingshot. He panted and growled as sped up, penetrating her harder and faster until he came so hard, he could black out.

Her body stilled when his hot release coated her insides. He moved back beside her, gazing at her peaceful face as he drifted to sleep. There were no more questions.

Meaghan sat with Debbie, sipping on some random cocktail she’d picked off the menu. It was nice to be in a different restaurant, a different scene, being waited on instead of the other way around. She wasn’t sure she’d want alcohol. The dimmed lights in the island-style bar hid her somber expression. She felt down, but she knew it was mainly exhaustion.

She leaned her head on Debbie’s shoulder, knowing how lucky she was to have such good friends. They’d become closer from working together so many hours. Debbie’s husband had also been going through a difficult depression since losing his job. All the ladies on the serving staff looked out for her, doing what they could to lift her spirits to get through the strain.

“You okay, Debs?” Meaghan asked, raising her voice a bit so they could speak over the tunes from the live band.

“I’m fine.”

“How’s Joey doing?”

“Not great since he got his meds. He doesn’t think it’s a solution. He just wants to find a job.” Debbie shrugged then straightened up, staring into the depths of her drink. “The kids aren't taking it well. It’s harder for them to be around him. I told him he should take whatever job comes up, not just wait for what he’s qualified to do. Maybe I’m being too hard on him.”

“Maybe you are.”

“You don’t think I am, though, do you?” Debbie asked, eyeing her intently.

“Not if you keep your mind off someone else.”

“Falling in love with someone is easy. Falling out of love with them…it’s the most difficult thing in the world.”

“Are you talking about your ex?” The cocktail was getting to Meaghan. She had lost track of who Debbie was talking about.

“Yeah. He’s doing much better than Joey is, but I’m not going to leave the father of my children for him.” She didn’t sound so certain. “I really did think I was over him, and now…how can I still be in love with him after all this time? When he left me, he turned my life upside down. He doesn’t have the right to come back as though none of it happened, but for some reason, my heart doesn’t agree with that. My heart is screaming at me to get back with him. My head is telling me to stick with Joey, because we’ve been through a hell of a lot together, and he was there for me when I was alone.”

“Our hearts and our heads are never going to get along, Debs.” While they sat at the bar, she wrapped her arm around her friend, and hugged her. “That’s why I’m having so much trouble. My head is telling me something is going on with Chase, and if we don’t get it in the open, it’ll kill our relationship. My heart is telling me I’m never going to fall in love with someone like that again, because our love is special.”

“There’s a decade between the two of us, Meg. I thought I was too old for all this.”

“There’s no such thing as too old when it comes to love. Is there anything I can do to help?” She sipped her drink.

“Listen. Talk to me about what you’re going through. Things like that really do help.”

“I can do that.” She squeezed Debbie’s hand. “Chase and I…it’s nothing like what you’re going through. The two of us have been friends for our entire lives. I feel we’ll always be friends. But right now he’s hiding something. Something about work, or his mother. I can understand why it’s difficult for him to talk about it, but I feel like we’re both sitting idly by, and putting our lifelong friendship at risk.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Neither of us have had easy lives, and we’ve spent a long time talking to each other about what it was like. Chase relied on me for support as a friend, but when we got closer, I think it was hard for him to balance both. I can be both his girlfriend and his best friend, but right now, he’s not opening up to his best friend. I don’t blame him too much, though.” Meaghan wrinkled her nose. “It’s the sudden move back out here, reconnecting with his mother. Having to grow up, I guess.”

“Do you think his mom may know more about what’s going on?”

Meaghan pushed her drink aside, shaking her head. “I have no idea what’s been going through Chase’s head, because he hasn’t been talking to me. To be honest, I’m not certain he’s thinking straight. He doesn’t want to end up not being able to take care of us. I think right now, he’s in survival mode. He’s not thinking about what’s going to come afterward.”

“Men,” Debbie grumbled before taking a gulp of her gin and tonic.

“Well, I’m sure they feel the same way about us a lot of the time,” Meaghan joked.

“Probably. I need to talk to Joey. I can’t keep this a secret from him, because it isn’t fair. But I have no idea how to bring it up.”

“How do you think he’s going to react?”

“He’s not going to be happy. I don’t think he’ll be angry with me, though. He might even help me if I admit to him how I still feel.”

“Are you sure about it? Could it just be something left over from before?”

“I have considered that. Being in love with someone I don’t really like isn’t what I wanted. I think it’s for real. You’d think, at my age, I would be able to deal with things like this. You’re twenty-one years old, and I’m asking you for advice,” she added, as if unable to believe it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”

“I know you didn’t, and I understand.” She gently tapped her friend’s back to reassure her.

“I guess you’re never too old to go through an emotional crisis.”

“Of course not.” Meaghan knew better than to be insulted by Debbie’s comment. In her shoes, she might’ve said the same thing. “At least you’re willing to talk about it with him. In my situation, there doesn’t seem to be any talking. Just constant avoidance.”

“There was a time when the thought of talking to someone about what I was feeling made me freeze up,” Debbie admitted. “I finally learned how to talk things through. I can’t imagine how hard my life would be if I had no one to talk to.”

Meaghan thought of Aunt Jennifer. Growing up, she and Chase had been the only two people she could turn to. In many ways, they still was. She and Debbie listened as the live band lit into their next number. She tapped her shoe against the bar, rocking gently to the soothing beat.

“I’m not very good at dealing with things alone.” Meaghan paused, thinking. “Sounds silly, really. I grew up in such a dysfunctional situation. You’d think it would be the opposite. But Chase and I always understood each other, and I could always rely on him.”

“I hope you can figure things out together,” Debbie said.

“Me too,” Meaghan agreed. But her words were lost in the harried sounds of the guitar, and the strong voice of the lead singer. She let the music take her away, help her forget.

She needed to talk to Chase. Maybe it was time he opened up. Coming to think about it, maybe she needed to come clean too.

***

When Meaghan arrived at work the next day, Jeff was night manager for the shift again. He was doing that more often lately. He was not letting up in his attempts to get closer to her, either. The way he looked at her made her feel awkward around him. He probably wasn’t going to give up until she agreed to go out with him.

As she made her way to the staff room, she told herself she was only reading into things. He couldn’t possibly care that much about her, not when there were other women he could date. What was the point in waiting for her?

Biting hard on her bottom lip, she made her way into the dining room, remembering at the last moment to put on her profession smile. Debbie was on shift. That was a relief. Having Debbie to talk to would make working with Jeff a lot easier tonight. Debbie would watch her back, and stood up to Jeff often. She waved to her friend on her way to her first table.

She stepped up to a table where a lanky middle-aged man in a business suit was seated. He continued to study the menu when she greeted him, and almost seemed annoyed.

“You do have coffee, right?” he grumbled.

“Yes, we do, sir.” Maybe it was her voice, or her warm smile; regardless, the man seemed to soften.

“I’ll have a black coffee,” he said.

“Be right back.”

She stepped up to the coffee machine, where Debbie was filling mugs.

“Did Joey take it well?” Meaghan asked as she grabbed a cup.

“Yeah, he really did.” Debbie shook her head as if in disbelief. “I told him yesterday morning, while the kids were watching cartoons. I knew he’d be careful of his reaction around them. He didn’t get angry. He just listened, before telling me he’d be by my side no matter what I decided. We were never just a couple. We’re best friends, Meg, and that means I can talk to him about anything.”

“I’m so relieved to hear, Debs. That makes such a big difference, being best friends.”

“I think you’re right about that. I can’t be certain what I have with Joey is true love, but it’s more than what I had with my ex. I’m going to stay with the man I married, the man I love, the man I can talk to about anything.”

She rubbed her friend’s shoulder. “Sounds like a good plan, hun.”

Meaghan filled the coffee mug and took it to the customer. He seemed giddy with the prospect of caffeine. He wasn’t ready to order yet, so Meaghan headed back to the counter.

“Have you made any headway with Chase?” Debbie asked, as she came through with a few empty trays.

“Not yet.”

“You’ll have to soon enough.” She grabbed a few plates and piled them onto a new tray.

“I will, soon. At least I don’t have to worry about involving another guy. Thank God.” Meaghan turned around to briefly survey the restaurant. They were beginning to fill up. It was a busy time.

“What about Jeff?”

The name startled her. Was it that obvious he was interested in her? “No,” she said. “He’s a nice guy, but I only love one man right now. I wish Jeff would respect that and look elsewhere.”

She headed back to the table she was waiting on, and thought of Jeff in the meantime. If he kept asking her out, she would have to raise it with Chase soon. Keeping that from him wasn’t fair to either of them.

The businessman sat sipping his coffee. He looked a lot more relaxed than he’d been when he first arrived, and had taken out his laptop to work.

“Would you like something from the menu, or is it just the coffee?” she asked.

“I think I’ll have dinner, please.” He was tapping away on his computer, not looking at her. Eventually, he shot her a brief smile as if he felt guilty for ignoring her. He belted out the two entrees from the menu and focused back on what he was doing.

She scribbled the order on her notepad. “Anything else?”

“Not for now. Thanks.”

“I’ll be back with your food soon, sir.”

As she stepped toward the kitchen to put in the order, she felt a hand on her arm.

“Hey, Meg,” Jeff said, giving her a warm smile. “I just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.”

“Not bad, Jeff.” She smiled back, tapping the order into the machine. “How about you?”

“I’d be better if you’d agree to go out with me.”

“Now is not really the time,” she said. “But…”

“But what?”

“I think you need to understand I’m with someone I’m madly in love with. That’s not going to change, Jeff.”

“How would you know if you haven’t given me a chance yet,” he pressed, sliding his hand up and down her arm.

Meaghan pulled away. “Jeff, I work for your father, and I’ll be honest. This is becoming uncomfortable, working with you with these constant advances.”

He blushed. “Hey, can you blame me? Look at you. You’re gorgeous. I can be the guy who treats you like a princess.”

“I need to get back to work, or your dad’s going to fire me for not doing my job.”

“Don’t worry. I’m a patient man, Meaghan.” Without another word, he hurried off to check on the kitchen staff.

For the rest of her shift, she wondered if she’d made the right decision, not telling Chase about Jeff before this. She had a horrible feeling about it. Plastering on a smile, she made her way to her next table.