The Debt 11 (Club Alpha) (4 page)

She did as he’d instructed, moving her
hands slowly down and down his smooth stomach, waiting for Chase to redirect
her attentions, as her fingers gleefully neared the slope of his lower belly,
to the arch of his groin.

Soon, she was grasping his cock, and
noticed that it was already thickening and beginning to straighten as she
handled it.
 
“Is this the dirtiest
part?” she asked, massaging the soap into his manhood.

Chase ducked his head under the spray
before answering her.
 
“Definitely,”
he replied.
 
“Scrub it good.
  
Be thorough.”

“Oh, okay,” she nodded, like a good nurse
receiving her orders from the head surgeon.
 
She began stroking his cock with one
hand, while she played with Chase’s balls, massaging them.

“Yeah,” he sighed.
 

His cock was now standing at attention as
Faith stroked it from behind, and Chase’s body went rigid and he moaned low in
his throat.

“Faster?” she asked.

“Faster’s good,” he told her.
 
“We’re running out of time.”

“And water,” she added.

“True.”

He let her jerk his cock, stroking faster
and faster, and she could feel the throbbing excitement of him.

She thought that he was going to come
soon, but instead Chase pulled away from her and stared at her with what she
thought was anger.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

Chase looked down at her, water still
dripping from his hair, down his brow, his cheeks.
 
He let the water spray all over his
chest and stomach and cock, washing the soap off him.

“Turn around, right now,” he told her.

And then, before she even had a chance to
turn, he took her by the shoulders and spun her against the wall of the shower
stall and entered her from behind.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, her cheek pressed
into the tile.

His hard cock entered her moist channel
and drilled into her expectant pussy, and she instantly came.
 
Her legs twitched and she cried out, as
Chase slapped himself hard against her backside, ramming her with his thickness.

He fucked her like that, pounding into
her as she came yet again, crying out, her moans echoing and bouncing and the
steam continued fogging the shower.

“I’m going to fucking come too,” he
groaned, pulling out and spraying her back and ass with his sperm.

She turned around and leaned down, taking
him into her mouth as he continued ejaculating, while her tongue and lips
sucked the last bit out of his pole.

She loved the taste of his cum, the taste
of him intermingled with her own taste, which was dirty and sexy and wrong.

Dirty
and sexy and wrong.
 
Just like Chase.

When she was done, Chase just shook his
head and smiled, and neither of them had to even say a word.
 
It was just like that between
them—the attraction was overwhelming and bordering on the absurd.

And then they really did have to finish
showering, soaping their bodies and rinsing off once again.
 
But this time, there was no hanky-panky.

After Faith freshened up, she went out
and asked Chase what was to be done about her lack of clothing.

He was dressed in a suit, which he told
her was necessary when going to the hotel and being around teammates and
coaches and team staff in a more public context.

“Let’s stop off at your apartment on the
way to the hotel,” he told her.
 
“You can run inside and grab some stuff for the next few days.”

“Few days?” she asked.
 
“I thought it was just for tonight.”

He shrugged and continued tying his
tie.
 
“Yeah.
 
I mean, you never know.
 
Why not bring some extra clothes and
stuff, just in case?”

“Oh,” she said, trying to hide her
building excitement.
 
“Sure.
 
Why not?”

She tried to sound glib about it, but
inside she was thrilled.
 
Things
were moving so fast between them, but Faith couldn’t deny the fact that she
loved his willingness to bring her with him anywhere and everywhere.

And now he appeared to be considering
spending even more time together.
 
Past tonight and even the next.

When would it end?

She didn’t even want to think about an
ending.

This, she hoped, was just the
beginning.
 
And it was hard not to
immediately spin fantasies about
their
coming life
together and all of the wonderful romance, all of the possibilities.

She wore her old clothes on the ride back
to her apartment.
 
On the drive,
there was a comfortable silence between them, and Chase seemed relaxed and in
control, despite the fact that he’d just had his place broken into and a
substantial sum of money taken from him.

Faith watched him, trying not to stare,
but at the same time she felt in awe of this man in so many ways.
 
He was so strong and dark and
mysterious, and yet he was simultaneously capable of being soft, generous,
gentle and insightful.

Every time Faith thought she’d begun to
understand a little more about Chase, he reminded her that she really knew
almost nothing.

His life was a mystery, his thoughts were
hidden,
his
behavior was enigmatic.
 
She wanted to believe that his
tenderness and passion for her was as real as it appeared, but then she
questioned how that was possible.

Chase had already admitted that the
entire reason he’d chosen to spend time with her was because he needed someone
who didn’t threaten the way he lived his life.
 
She was a convenience, bought and paid for
and expected to serve his needs.

Even if she’d rejected the notion that
she worked for Club Alpha, it didn’t change the fact that Chase had initially
tried to procure her through them.

And Chase’s past was sordid and
dangerous, and he wanted to keep it under wraps from everyone.
 
Even her.

Finally, they arrived at her apartment
and she went inside to gather more clothes and toiletries, as well as change
into a new outfit.

Chase elected to wait in the car, and so
she had some time to think while she packed.

Part of her wanted so badly to believe
that what they were sharing together right now was real.
 
Wanted to believe that Chase Winters
truly valued and cared for her the way he’d claimed to at the bar, and the way
he seemed to be continuing to prove to her since then.

But how could she trust someone with such
a checkered past—someone who’d kept important information from her recently?

The more Faith thought about it, the less
reason she had to trust Chase.

You
only think you can trust him because you want to so badly
, she told herself, as she zipped her
small suitcase shut and then grabbed the handle and got ready to leave her
apartment.

It was true.
 
She wanted to believe in him.
 
Her heart told her that Chase was worth
it, but her intellect told her that only a fool would trust herself to a man
with Chase’s history and his recent behavior.

He’s
a liar, a criminal, and he’s self-protective above all else.

Be
careful.

The words came unbidden, throwing cold
water on all of her fantasies.

She brought the suitcase down to the car
and threw it in the trunk, which Chase had popped open for her.

After slamming the trunk shut, Faith went
and got into the passenger seat once more.

Chase glanced at her with his dark eyes,
seeming to instantly register the change in her demeanor.
 
“Everything okay?” he asked, as he put
the car in gear and started driving once again.

“Yeah,” she lied, smiling, but unable to
look at him.

He glanced over again.
 
“I’m glad you’re coming with me,” he
told her, before looking back at the road.

“Me too.”
 
She kept the smile on her face.

He
hasn’t done anything wrong
,
she argued in her mind.
 
Why are you judging him so harshly?

Faith wanted to tell him her concerns,
ask him to reassure her that her fears were
unfounded
.
 
But she wasn’t sure that Chase could do
it, or that he even wanted to reassure her about anything.

And besides, he had a big game to think
about.
 
The last thing Faith wanted to
do was distract him from focusing on the game tomorrow.

Whatever was happening between them would
have to wait, as would the conversation with Chase about her fears.

Reasonable or not, she was going to push
those negative thoughts and worries out of her mind and just do her best to
enjoy spending time with this man.

She smiled for real as he reached out and
took her hand, squeezing gently.

As if he knew, as if he knew and
understood everything.

They drove to the hotel by the stadium,
and Faith watched the traffic and scenery pass by outside the car and it was
dreamlike and surreal, while Chase played a low, thumping hip hop with mellow
lyrics that was somehow soothing in its simplicity.

It was like they were in a movie
together, and the music filtering out of the car speakers was the soundtrack,
and when Faith turned her head to look at Chase, he would glance over and smile
at her.

Once again, she felt the shock of
complete connection and understanding that passed between them.

They didn’t talk much, but the silence
was comfortable, maybe even preferable to chitchat or small talk.

They both had things to think about.
 
Chase had his game to consider, and
Faith knew that with a short season like this, every single game had enormous
ramifications.

On top of that, the robbery and threat of
exposure by Chase’s old friend had to be on his mind, even if he tried to put
it out of his thoughts.

Faith, for her part, wondered what the
people in her life were going to say to her about this crazy turn her life had
taken.
 
How would they react to her?
 
Would everything change?

Was her life truly going to be forever
unrecognizable because she’d met Chase Winters?
 
And was that a good thing, or bad?

Her brain buzzed with questions nearly
the entire ride to the hotel.

Finally, they pulled into the parking lot
and Chase got out, unloading their few pieces of baggage.
 
Then the two of them walked into the
hotel lobby together, as a couple.

Inside the hotel it was modern, spacious,
with a sleek look and very professional looking staff that immediately greeted
them, some of whom clearly knew Chase by reputation and also by having seen him
previously at this hotel.

“Good to see you again, Mister Winters,”
a gorgeous woman said to him from behind the concierge desk.
 
She had dark, flowing hair and almond
shaped eyes, with a shapely figure that Faith immediately felt intimidated by.

Her blouse was low-cut enough to show off
the woman’s ample cleavage, and she wore a pendant that hung between her
breasts, as if to draw the eye there intentionally.

This was the kind of woman that Chase
Winters was expected to be with—an exotic beauty.
 

 
“Hey, Lin.
 
Good to see you,” Chase said, his voice
taking on a tone of familiarity that made Faith’s stomach tighten with
jealousy.

Lin’s dark eyes flicked to Faith and back
to Chase, as she gave him his room key.
 
As he turned, Faith felt her lips form a frown.
 
“There’s only one room key,” Faith
pointed out.

He glanced down as if noticing that for
the first time.
 
“Yeah, you’re
right.”
 
He turned back to the
exotic concierge.
 
“Hey Lin, I need
a second key, hon.”

Lin flashed Faith an enigmatic look and
then bowed her head.
 
“Oh,
sure.
 
Just one sec.”
 
A moment of activity later, and she’d
produced a second key, handing it off to Chase with a seductive smile and
batting of lashes.
 

Was it Faith’s imagination, or did the
young woman let her hand linger on the plastic key a bit longer than necessary
when giving it to Chase?