The Debt 11 (Club Alpha) (9 page)

“Faith, you’re the most trustworthy
person I’ve ever met,” Krissi told her firmly.
 
“If Chase Winters can’t see that than
he’s not worth another second of your time.”

Her words hit home like a splash of cold
water, and Faith instantly felt her spine straightening.
 
“It’s true, I am trustworthy,” she said.

“Hell yes.
 
And you’re kind and caring and obviously
you like him a lot.
 
He should be
kissing your feet, not yelling at you and blaming you for his problems.”

Faith smiled again.
 
“Thanks, Sis.”

“Are you really okay, though?
 
Now I’m worried.”

“I should be worried about you,” Faith
said, feeling suddenly guilty.

“Why?”

“Because,” Faith said, thinking about Mom
and Dad and what it was like to live in the house with the two of them.
 
“You know why, Krissi.”

Her
sister let out a
deep, almost painful, sigh
.
 
“I’m not worried about me.”

“Just promise you’ll let me know if
things get really bad again.”

“Please don’t get going about me.
 
You’re already worked up enough about
your hot, rich, famous athlete boyfriend.”

Faith let out a relieved laugh, and she
heard Krissi cracking up on the other end.

It felt good to just laugh at a goofy
joke, almost like when they were younger. They’d sit on Faith’s bed and paint
each other’s nails and talk about some boy of the moment and giggle and laugh
until Mom had to come in and yell at them to quiet down.

Only now, things were different, because
Faith wasn’t just talking about the boy from afar—she was actually in a
relationship with him.
 
And he was
rich and famous and tragic.

It wasn’t a game, it wasn’t a
dream—it was real.
 
All too real.

And just then, Faith heard the bathroom door
open and close, as if Chase had finished his shower.

“I should go,” Faith said softly.

“Listen, I’m always here if you need me,
Sis.
 
You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know it.
 
Love you.”

And then she hung up the phone, just as
Chase came out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and nothing
else covering him.
 
He stood there,
his hulking, muscular frame filling the entire doorway.
 

His gorgeous body and perfection could
still blow her away, even after being so close with him these last days.
 
It was never something she’d get used
to, Faith realized, as she took in those legs, and those ripped arms—the
tattoos splashed across his chest, the cut abs like stone.

Chase was watching her.
 
“Do you want to come to bed?” he said.

She looked at him, drawing her legs
beneath her on the couch.
 
“I don’t know.
 
You really hurt me.”

He nodded, his eyes softer now.
 
“I know I did.”

“Why?
 
What did I do to deserve that?”

“Nothing,” he said.
 
“Nothing at all.”

“But you looked at me like you hated me,”
she said, her voice quivering with emotion.

“I could never hate you,” he told her,
and then nodded towards the bedroom.
 
“Come on,” he said, and then turned around and disappeared back into the
bedroom.

Faith got up and slowly walked into the
other room, not sure what would be waiting for her.
 
What did he want, exactly?
 
Could she ever hope to get it right?

Once she got inside, she saw that Chase
had thrown his towel over the chair and slid into bed.
 

He was probably nude under the covers,
she realized, and instantly her nipples got hard and she felt that same
slippery excitement in her lower belly.

She couldn’t resist him, could she?

No.
 
No, she couldn’t.

Chase watched her from the bed, one arm
behind his head.
 
He smiled a
crooked smile.
 
“Come here, girl,” he
said, his voice a low growl of need and desire.

“Chase,” she sighed.

“Come on.”
 
He held out his other hand to her.

She walked over to the edge of the bed
and allowed him to take her hand and then pull her easily down on top of him.

Colliding with his hard body was a shock
to her system.
 
A
shock of excitement and sexual urgency that was like a drug.
 
She could feel the need for him hit her
bloodstream—felt her pulse speeding, her body filling with heat, the
wetness between her legs.

Chase kissed her lips and she felt his
passion, felt his caring, his want of her lips.

His tongue was inside her mouth now, as
one strong hand took her cheek and held it.
 
“Fuck, baby,” he said, breaking
away.
 

“I want to ride you,” she whispered.
 
“Please.”

He pulled his blanket aside and Faith
pulled off her panties, letting them fall to the side of the bed, on the floor.

Chase’s cock was erect and stiff, like a
thick tower of flesh standing up and waiting for her.

She looked at it, knowing that she wanted
this more than anything.

Is
it wrong that I feel like only this can fix what happened between us tonight?

Yes,
of course it’s wrong.

But she couldn’t help it, couldn’t help
any of it.
 
All Faith knew was that
she was powerless to resist her attraction to this man.

She bent down and sucked the head of his
cock into her mouth, tasting his flesh, and the heat of his excitement for her,
as she stroked his enormous shaft.
 
He was engorged and hot and slick already.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back
against the pillow.

Moments later, she stopped sucking him
and climbed on top of his dick, straddling him, still in her skirt.

Her skirt rode up her thighs as she sat
down on him, the tip of his cock pressing against her folds, meeting some
resistance, and then beautifully sliding in with a wet sound as Faith sighed
with pleasure.

Chase moaned from deep in his throat as
his hands grabbed her hips.

“I’m in deep, baby,” he said.

It was true.
 
His cock had already filled her up, and
she was wrapped around him now, locked into him, and she felt him stirring
inside her.

“You feel so good,” she told him, and her
juices were pouring down, making the transition smooth as she lifted up and
then sat down again, riding his dick.

At first, she was moving slowly, allowing
herself time to accommodate his hugeness.
 
Looking down at him, she saw his muscles flexing and interwoven like
some incredibly complex 3-D painting of a god.
 

He thrust his hips up and stabbed his
throbbing cock inside her now, and she moaned, letting his hands control her hips,
grinding against him.

They were so wet that there were now
slapping sounds as their flesh met again and again, and he thrust into her
rhythmically, more quickly.

“Work that ass against me,” he told her.

She swiveled herself on his cock, felt
him rocking into her, then out, then in again.
 
She was building—the intensity and
speed was building.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, knowing what
was happening was going to be big.

Explosive.

“Come on, ride my cock with that wet
fucking pussy,” he told her.
 
“Come
on, now.
 
Don’t fucking stop, girl.”

She did as she was told, working her
hips, her ass, allowing him to stuff her and penetrate her more deeply than she
thought possible.

She stretched for him, allowing him to
push further in, to expand inside her as he fucked her dripping hole, entered
her tunnel, his body glistening with sweat.
 
His hands slid down to her thighs, and
then up again, his thumbs pressing into her pussy from the sides.

There was a buzzing in her body, like
she’d been taken over, like she was almost leaving her body and watching
herself from above.

He was fucking her so perfectly, and he
was building, knowing just what she needed, his strong and competent hands
working her with the precision he used when handling the football.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she said, as he
rhythmically stabbed her pussy with his slick, hard manhood.

“Come for me,” he told her.

Instantly, she did, and the fury of it
was so sudden and overwhelming that she was caught off guard by it.
 
She cried out, almost as if in
pain—but it wasn’t pain.

It was exquisite, beautiful
climax—her pussy clenching onto him with everything inside her, and she
shouted again as she felt a stream of her juices pouring over him, and he
started to come with her.

His thrusts were overpowering and
explosive, and she felt him shooting his seed deep inside, mingling with her
body’s lubrication.

“I’m coming too,” he whispered, as he
fucked her continuously.

They came together, and it went on like
that for minutes, somehow.
 
In the
end, Faith lost track of time, lost track even of herself.

She didn’t know who was who or what was
what.

It was bliss.

He was her man.

He was her love.

He was her drug.

***

Stillness.
 
The softness of his
breathing, his chest rising and falling, his arms encircling her, holding her
in his protective embrace.

It was like a cocoon, a womb.

It was all she’d ever needed and
everything she’d never known was possible.

Faith smiled, cozying closer to him,
smelling him, knowing she was safe and taken care of in this moment.

Chase
Winters
, she thought,
her mind still marveling at what was possible, what had actually come true in
her life.

This man was on the cover of magazines,
he was in commercials and he was watched and loved by millions and millions of
people.

Women adored him.
 
He could’ve been with
anyone—anyone at all.
 
He
could’ve been sleeping right now with some gorgeous movie star or pop star, or
model.

And yet he was here, in this room, with
her and her alone.
 
He’d trusted her
and now he was holding her, making Faith his priority.

It was a real privilege to be in this
position.
 
And she snuggled into his
warm body, his muscular embrace, and knew that this felt right.

How could it feel so right now, and then
be so hard, so impossible at other times?

Faith didn’t know, but she also didn’t want
to spoil this moment.
 
In the quiet
stillness of the night, lying intertwined with Chase, she had a sense of
possibility.

Maybe someday this would be normal.

Maybe someday they would sleep like this
every night, and wake up everyday together.

No
, she told herself.
 
You
can’t get your hopes up about being with him forever.

A
man like Chase can’t do that sort of thing.
 
A life like his is beyond complicated,
and a long-term relationship will be impossible for him.
 
He’s got so many options, so many
temptations and stresses.

You
can’t ever hope to have him for the rest of your life.
 
That would be a mistake, and you’d be
setting yourself up for tremendous disappointment when he inevitably loses
interest and moves on to the next girl.

She spun towards him and watched the side
of his face in profile.
 
He looked
so peaceful, so calm,
so
perfect.

She kissed his chest and he stirred, and
sighed, and then his eyes fluttered open.
 
When he saw her, the first thing he did was smile.
 
“You okay?” he said.

“Yes,” she said nodding, moving closer
again as he held her tightly.
 
“I am
right now.”

“Stay close to me, baby,” he said, and
then drifted back to sleep again.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself
to simply enjoy what was happening now without worrying and fretting about the
future.