Page 64 of Check & Chase (Breakaway #1)

Chase

Chapter Forty-Three

L ight filters through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across Emma’s bare shoulder.

I’ve been awake for twenty minutes, just watching her sleep, memorizing the peaceful curve of her lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her left hand rests near her face, the ring catching the morning light.

My fiancée.

Fucking hell. I’m engaged to Emma Anderson.

The reality of it hits me again, a wave of happiness so intense it’s almost painful. I brush a strand of blonde hair from her face, unable to stop touching her even in sleep. She stirs, eyelids fluttering.

“Creep,” she mumbles. “You watching me sleep again?”

“Just making sure I didn’t dream last night.” I trace the line of her jaw. “That this is real.”

Her eyes open fully, green and clear. She lifts her hand, examining the ring with a small smile. “Very real.”

I pull her closer. “Best morning of my life.”

“Mmm.” She nestles into my chest, her breath warm against my skin. “Better than winning the conference finals?”

“Miles better.” I kiss the top of her head. “It’s better than anything. ”

We lie tangled together, skin to skin, savoring the moment. Yesterday seems like a fever dream—the game, the win, the proposal, the photographs that are probably plastered across every sports site by now.

“Practice in two hours,” I murmur regretfully, trailing my fingers down her spine.

She makes a discontented noise against my chest. “Skip it.”

“Can’t. Stanley Cup Finals, remember?”

“Excuses.” She raises her head, and there’s something wicked in her smile. “Your fiancée wants morning sex, Mitchell. Game two isn’t until tomorrow.”

My body responds instantly to her words, to the deliberate press of her hips against mine. “Well, when you put it that way…”

Her laugh is low and throaty as she slides down my body, disappearing beneath the sheets. The first touch of her mouth against my cock makes me groan, fingers tangling in her hair.

“Fuck, Emma.”

Her lips wrap around me, her hot, wet mouth making me groan deep in my chest. I can feel her tongue swirling around the tip, teasing the sensitive underside, and I thrust up instinctively, burying myself deeper into her throat.

The sensation is fucking electric, her mouth moving with a rhythm that has me moaning like a fucking teenager.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers tangling in her hair. “God, your mouth feels so fucking good,” I mutter. She hums around my cock, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building with every stroke of her tongue, every suck of her lips.

She pulls back slightly, her mouth dragging up the length of my shaft, and then she takes me back down, her cheeks hollowing as she swallows me whole. The slurping sounds are obscene, and I can’t help but jerk my hips, fucking her face.

“Jesus Christ, Blondie,” I gasp, my cock throbbing as she works me over. “You’re going to make me fucking come. ”

She moans around me, and I push her down more, forcing her to take me deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, my balls tightening as I feel the familiar pressure building in my gut.

But just as I’m about to tip over the edge, I yank her off me, pulling the covers back to reveal her flushed face and swollen lips. She looks up at me, eyes glazed with desire, her mouth wet and glistening with saliva.

Fucking hell.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“Why did you stop?” she pouts, her lower lip jutting out in a way that makes me want to kiss her.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth, Blondie,” I growl, my voice rough with need. My cock is still throbbing painfully as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

She raises an eyebrow at me, her lips curling into a smirk. “Oh? Where do you want to come then?”

I don’t answer her. Instead, I stalk over to my suitcase, rummaging through it until I find what I’m looking for. Turning back to her, I toss it onto the bed, the fabric landing in a heap beside her. I watch her eyes widen as she realizes what it is—my hockey jersey.

“Put it on.”

She slips it on slowly, her fingers tracing the familiar logo.

The fabric clings to her curves in all the right places.

The hem barely grazes the tops of her thighs, leaving her long, shapely legs exposed.

My cock twitches at the sight of her in my jersey, and fucking hell, this has been my fantasy since the first time she wore it.

“Come here,” I say, pulling her into my arms and crushing my mouth to hers. I kiss her hard, my hands gripping her waist as I press her against the bed.

She kisses me back hungrily, her tongue sliding against mine as she presses her bare body against me. I can feel her hardened nipples through the fabric of the jersey, and I groan into her mouth, my hands sliding down to cup her ass .

I break the kiss, nipping at her bottom lip before bending her over the bed, her ass sticking up in the air.

My cock grazes her slick pussy, and she lets out a whimper of anticipation.

The jersey rides up, giving me a perfect view of her bare pussy and tight little asshole.

I run my hands over her cheeks, spreading them apart and admiring the view.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my cock aching at the sight of her bent over for me. “You’re so fucking wet.”

She moans, pushing her hips back against me, and I slap her ass lightly, earning another moan. I line myself up with her entrance, and then I thrust inside her in one smooth motion.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries out, her pussy clenching around me as I fill her completely. She gasps, her body arching against mine. I fuck her slow at first, savoring the way her walls clench around me, the way her ass jiggles with every thrust. Her moans grow louder, her hands clawing at the sheets.

I grab her hips, pulling her back onto my cock as I fuck her hard, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room.

“God, Chase,” she gasps, her voice trembling with pleasure. “Fuck me harder.”

I oblige, gripping her hips tightly as I pound into her. My cock slides in and out of her, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of us. I lean closer, my body pressing against her back as my free hand reaches down, my fingers trailing to her ass.

“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” I ask, my voice low and rough as I continue to fuck her, teasing her tight little hole with the tip of my finger.

She lets out a strangled moan, her body trembling beneath me. “Please,” she whimpers.

I slide my finger inside her ass, slick with her juices, and she screams, her body jerking with pleasure. I push deeper, adding a second finger, and she comes instantly, her pussy clamping down on my cock.

“Fuck, Emma, you’re so fucking tight everywhere.”

“Chase,” she cries out. “I need more. ”

I pull out of her, my cock slick with her come. She stays on her hands and knees, her hips still high, her ass begging for more. I move slightly, positioning myself at her entrance.

“I really want to come in your ass.”

She pushes back against me, her body begging for more. “I’m ready, please, Chase.”

“Please what, Blondie?” I tease, my cock nudging at her tight hole. “Use your words.”

“Please fuck me in the ass,” she begs, her voice trembling with need.

I don’t need to be told twice. Slowly, I push inside her tight little hole, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. She gasps, her body trembling with pleasure as her nails dig into the sheets, her body adjusting to me. I start to move. Her ass clenches around me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her. “So fucking good.”

She moans, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust as I fuck her ass hard and fast. I can feel her clenching around me, and I know she’s close again.

“Come for me, Emma,” I growl, my own orgasm building as I pound into her.

She screams, her body convulsing as she comes, and I follow her over the edge, emptying myself inside her with a groan.

I flop down beside her, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. She slowly sinks onto her stomach, still trembling with pleasure. After a moment, I pull her gently onto my chest, her body sprawled across mine as we both try to catch our breath. My lips brush against her hair.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She turns her head slightly to look at me, a satisfied smile on her face.

“Best morning of my life,” she whispers.

I kiss her softly, my heart pounding. “Just the first of many, Blondie.”

“Mitchell!” The roar of voices greets me the moment I step into the locker room. Donovan appears at my side, throwing a sweaty arm around my shoulders. “The man of the hour!”

I’m instantly surrounded, guys pounding my back, offering congratulations that range from heartfelt to obscene.

“Can’t believe you actually convinced her to put up with your sorry ass forever,” Miller laughs.

“Had to lock it down before she came to her senses,” I joke back, unable to stop smiling even as Coach Barrett pushes through the crowd.

“All right, all right, give the man some space,” he orders. “Congratulations, Mitchell. Your proposal’s all over the internet.”

I wince slightly. “Yeah, not exactly how we planned it.”

“Bears’ PR is thrilled. ‘Stanley Cup hero proposes after game one victory.’ Couldn’t script it better.” He claps a hand on my shoulder, leaning in to add quietly, “Just remember—you can enjoy being engaged after we win the Cup.”

“Yes, Coach.”

Practice ends with Coach’s reminder that game two brings a new level of pressure. The Storm will be desperate after losing game one, their forecheck more aggressive, their hits harder. I shower quickly, eager to get back to the hotel where Emma’s waiting.

My phone buzzes with a message from my mother before I make it to the car.

Mom: Lunch with your father and me. Bring Emma. Le Petit Café at one. Non-negotiable.

I grin at her directness. Typical mom, already treating Emma like family .