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As his breathing evens out and his heart beat steadies, he presses one last kiss to my shoulder and licks where he nipped me earlier.
“You’re mine now, Natalie.”
CHAPTER 28
CHASE
The dull buzz of my phone vibrating in the corner wakes me.
Natalie is still fast asleep, her dark hair tickling my arm and her tanned skin glowing in the pale sunlight. The curtains are wide open and the room looks like a tornado has been through it. Scenes from last night flash before my eyes and I’m hard again already.
Sliding my arm out from under Natalie, careful not to disturb her, I stare at her body, naked from the waist down where I carelessly dragged a sheet over us in the middle of the night. Every part of me wants to stay with her.
Hopefully the fact she let me sleep over means this isn’t a one-time thing, that she didn’t do it just to get whatever this crazy thing between us out of our systems. The way I act around her is already completely out of character for me. I have no idea what I’ll do if she tries to tell me this is it, that she doesn’t want more.
My phone stops, then immediately starts again, and I groan, dragging a hand over my stubbly chin as I stand and locate my hastily disposed-of clothing. One shoe here, a belt there, a slightly torn t-shirt draped over a fallen lamp. Snatching my phone, I tiptoe into her small living area and answer it, cradling the phone against my shoulder as I ease my painfully eager cock into my jeans.
Now is not the time. I need to talk to Zoe because every time I got close to Natalie’s neck last night, the urge to sink my teeth deep into her flesh was overwhelming. If my sister has answers, I need them now before I hurt Natalie.
On the third call, I finally answer, knowing what’s coming. Walking to the window, I push back the curtain and peer outside, awareness prickling at the back of my neck. That feeling of being watched again.
“Where the fuck are you?” Van hisses down the line. “No wait, you don’t need to tell me where you are. I can track you. I should be asking what the fuck are you thinking? Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Don’t start.” Protectiveness rears inside me. This was the best night of my life. He’s not going to pour water on it by telling me it was a bad idea. On the outside, I understand why it seems that way, but I’ve never been so certain about anything or anyone in my life. Natalie is it for me.
“Don’t tell me not to start when you go fucking AWOL for twelve hours.” Van is like the work-wife I never asked for. A quick glance at the screen tells me I missed quite a few calls and messages, before he roused me from my sleep. My bad.
“Or do I have this all wrong? And you’re not currently enjoying a sleepover in Deputy Lennox’s cabin?”
Silence. There’s no point lying so I stay silent and he groans loudly down the line. “Chase! What has gotten into you? Oh, this girl is good; she has you hook, line and sinker. You’re not thinking straight!”
My vicious growl has him backtracking rapidly.
“I’m not saying she isn’t great, Chase, but couldn’t you keep it in your pants till after this is done? Until after you can prove, without a doubt, that she wasn’t involved?”
No, I don’t think I could have. And I definitely didn’t. Staring at the bedroom door longingly, I feel a clawing need to go back to her, and that scares the hell out of me. Desperately, I want to let myself get swept up in whatever this crazy connection is between us.
Except, reluctantly, I have to admit that Van is right. I can’t just yet. Not until I figure out what I am and whether I’m safe to be around. For that, I need my sisters. I was on the verge of trashing Taaffe’s last night and Natalie didn’t try to stop me; if anything, she spurred me on. I can’t risk hurting her.
“Did you need me for something?” Directing the conversation back to safer territory, Van sighs but allows me to avoid his question, for now. That won’t be the end of it though.
“Other than needing you to screw your head back on? Yes, I do. Go home and check your laptop. And then call me back, and tell me if you still think your little one-night stand was such a great idea.”
Van hangs up, grumbling and grousing about “impulsivity” and “this is what happens when you don’t get laid often enough.” If I wasn’t so on edge, I’d laugh, because he’s probably right. But he’s also hardly one to talk. There hasn’t been any mention of women since his injury and it’s not something we’ve brought up with him.
Instead, I stare at Natalie’s door, the blood in my veins turning to ice because this was no mere one-night stand. I called her mine and it felt right, coming from that place deep within me that has gotten me through many close calls and tough scrapes. It knows, and it’s never wrong.
Her smell calls me on a baser level. I want to go back inside, climb into bed, and wake her up with my face buried between her thighs. I want lazy morning sex, followed by a long brunch, even knowing that whatever Van has sent me, and the conversations that need to be had with my family, are not going to be easy. This feels more important.
A gentleman would leave a note, or wake her up with a soft kiss and tell her I have to leave. Instead, I crawl back into the bed, for the first time in my life ignoring work, and wake her up with my fingers on her clit and my aching cock pressing against her dripping sex.
“Oh, God,” she mumbles as I press sensual kisses to the corner of her mouth, along her jaw and over to the silky soft skin of her shoulders. Slipping inside her inch by inch, she digs her fingers into my thigh, arching her back to let me drive deeper.
“That’s it. Fuck, you feel amazing.” I rock us gently to a sleepy climax, wanting to pump my fist in the air when she calls my name as she comes, to stay wrapped around her, cock nestled in her sweet cunt, as she smiles softly at me.
“Good morning, handsome.” Something inside me settles. She’s not upset that I’m still here. Our connection is still strong. It’s like cutting off my own arm when I pull out of her body, but the sight of my cum dripping from her pink pussy makes me feel better. She’s carrying my seed. I’ll be back soon for round three.
“I have to go, Nat, but I’ll be back.”
