Page 12 of Chase’s Kind of Trouble (Obsessive Protectors #3)

TWELVE

Chase

I’ve never seen the color of red I’m seeing now. This isn’t blood red. It’s nuclear-meltdown-red. Flame-thrower-red. Someone’s gonna wish they never even breathed in direction of my property red.

Tice whistles, “man, you need to do some breath work.”

I’d tell him off, but he got wind of a planned assault on my property, and showed up just on time for the fun.

He leans in closer to the monitor in my security control room, a laughed growl echoing from his chest. “Those are some ballsy motherfucker’s right there. You go take your girl to the safe room, I’ll deal?—”

I hold up a hand, he knows the sign so he clams up.

“They’re mine. I’ll get her settled. Then you and me are gonna have some fun.”

He chuckles, slowly shaking his head. “You’re not leaving her alone. No way, no fucking how.”

“Didn’t say I was. Two of my most trusted men just came through my tunnel.

They’ll be protecting Celeste when I get to work on dealing with those pieces of shit.

So sit tight. I’ll be back in two minutes.

In the mean time, have some fun with the water cannons, herd them toward the creek, that spot near the big oak trees. ”

“Land-ho, motherfuckers! Get ready to drink up.” He shouts as I take off.

I’m double timing to the bedroom, my veins full of lava, when the alarm system sets off an ear-slitting alarm and announces the intruder.

“Fuck!”

I forgot to cut the audible and verbal warning off. Picking up speed, I kill the alarm’s digital voice with my watch, but it’s too late. There’s no way Celeste slept through that kind of warning.

And the last thing I want is for Celeste to be scared again tonight, but I’m too late.

She slams into my chest and bounces off. There’s a baseball bat fisted in her hands—my baseball bat. I’m momentarily blinded by the fact that she looks like a hot, tousled warrior queen.

“There’s an intruder,” she wheezes, swinging the bat around, nearly clipping me. “I was afraid something happened to you.”

I clutch my chest and grin. I’m pretty sure my heart just grew twice it’s previous size. “Honey… you were coming to help me?”

“Yeah,” she nods rapidly. “I mean. I am not sure what I could do, but I couldn’t just lie there and let something bad happen to you?—”

I kiss her so hard she stumbles back until she bumps into the wall. “Fuck, Celeste. You don’t know what that does to me.”

She kisses me back, the bat falling to the floor with a clang as her hands go to my hair.

The lust that roars through me is as dangerous as gasoline and fireworks. I’m already pumped on adrenaline. Mixing my need for Celeste with it is downright reckless.

Not that I’ve ever been averse to risk. In fact, I’m that son of a bitch that goes in head first.

“Legs around me.”

Taking what I need, I grab a hand full of curves and lift my girl up until she knows exactly what to do—wrap those long, sweet thighs around my waist.

When I press her against the wall, her color is bright, her lungs are working, and her mouth is damp and bruised from my kiss.

We stare at each other, something wild spinning out between us. Until I can’t take the pressure inside of me any more. “Fuck, I love you, gorgeous.”

Surprise brightens her blue eyes as her lashes flutter. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“I don’t know what I used to believe, but now, I know you’re mine.”

Her eyes drift closed, her tongue skates across her lips and when she opens again to look at me, there’s pure hunger in her gaze. “Is there really an intruder?”

“Yeah.” I lick the side of her neck, tasting the rapidly thrumming pulse point. “I’m going to go deal with that, and then?—”

“Then what?” She writhes against me, whimpering. “What exactly? I need to know.”

I lean in, my mouth barely brushing hers. Her breath fans hot against my lips, her body already trembling under mine.

“Then I’m going to take you to our bed,” I murmur, voice like gravel wrapped in velvet. “And show you what it means to be mine in every way possible.”

Creasing her lip with her teeth, she nods, her pupils flaring until her eyes are consumed.

“I’m going to undress you slow. Not because I’m patient—but because I want to learn, taste, and touch every inch of what’s mine. And you are mine.”

Her lips part, her legs shift restlessly around me. She’s flushed, aching. Little whimpers coming from her throat that drive me to the brink of control.

Unable to hold back, I work the back of her skirt up, scrambling to get to her pussy. Diving my hand beneath the edge of her panties as my abs flex painfully enough to make my cock leak pre-cum.

Oh fuck. She’s slick, smooth, and ripe for me. I’m raspy as fuck when I get next to her ear. “I’ll make it good, gorgeous. You’ll know what it’s like to be taken.”

My entire body is pulsing, my cock slamming my zipper, demanding release. Barely able to get myself under control.

Shit. There are intruders on the property and I’m acting like an animal in the goddamned hallway.

Snarling, I press my forehead to hers, grounding her as much as myself.

“Get ready, baby. When this is done. I’m coming for you.

I’ll fuck you good, mark you, eat you, pound you.

I’ll chant your name like a prayer as I come deep inside of you.

When I’m done with you, when you can’t take any more pleasure, you won’t be wondering about where we stand—you’ll feel it in your bones. ”

Clawing my chest through my shirt, Celeste whimpers as she rocks her pussy against my fingertips. “I need this, Chase. I need you.”

The sound of stomping boots makes me swoop in for one more rough, desperate kiss.

“I gotta stop. It kills me to leave you, but it’s go times.”