Page 43 of Make Me Trust Again (Bluebonnet Creek #3)

“ Fucking hell, sweetheart. ” He hisses softly, his words a blessing and a curse. His bicep flexes as his fingers tighten on my neck as if he’s barely holding back. Chase squeezes his eyes shut, the muscles in his jaw twitching as he grinds his teeth. “You’re killing me.”

There’s something about seeing Chase unravel in front of me. This big, strong man is completely at my mercy, and I’m barely touching him. That realization eases something inside of me.

The corner of my mouth tilts upward. I pull his cock out, my hand gliding over his smooth, hot skin.

My thumb twists over the sensitive tip, smearing a few droplets of precum gathered there.

His hips jerk upward, so I tighten my hold on him, my hips rolling, not that the motion does anything to alleviate this ache growing stronger between my thighs.

Chase moves his leg slightly just as my hips grind against him again, and this time, I hit just the right spot, a wave of pleasure spreading through my body.

“That’s it, baby, ride my thigh,” Chase whispers, his lips grazing over the shell of my ear. “I want to see you fall apart. I can see how much you need it.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I nod wordlessly as I do as he says, a low rumble of approval coming from deep within his lungs. “That’s it, sweetheart. I can feel how wet you are for me. Take what you need.”

His free hand finds a way to my hip, fingers digging into my skin as I glide my hips over him, my hand sliding up and down his length in tandem.

My breathing is ragged as I speed my movements and burrow my head into the crook of his neck as I come, my thighs clenching around him.

Chase mutters something that I can’t quite decipher before he flips us around, so I’m lying down in the water, with his body hovering over mine as he kisses me.

I hook my leg around his waist, pulling him closer.

His hard length nestles between my thighs, the tip of his cock brushing against my clit with every roll of his hips against mine.

“Please…” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “I need you inside me.”

Chase’s dark eyes meet mine; his pupils are blown, a fire blazing in them. I lift my hips, the tip of his dick brushing against my pussy. My walls quiver, the remnants of the first orgasm still lingering under my skin. I raise my hips, urging him to move, but he suddenly stills.

“Fuck…” He touches his forehead to mine, his breathing coming out ragged as he tries to catch his breath. “I don’t have a condom.”

I blink, and it takes me a moment to register his words.

Chase starts to pull back, but I hold him in place. “I’m on the pill.”

My heart is thundering inside my chest as we just stare at one another, both breathing heavily, while my words ring in the air.

“Rose…” His bicep flexes by my side, and there is a clear warning in his voice, but I’m not afraid of him.

“Are you clean? I got tested after…” I shake my head, refusing to think about that part of my life. About him. Not now. Not with Chase. “I’m clean, and I’m on the pill.”

“Yes, there hasn’t been anybody. Not since I got here, but still, we should…”

I cup his cheek, his scarred cheek, pressing my mouth against his. “I want you, Chase Williams.”

Chase shakes his head, his voice coming out almost like he’s in pain. “ Dammit, sweetheart.”

“I want all of you,” I repeat softly, my throat bobbing as I swallow. “I want to feel you inside me with nothing between us.”

I’m putting myself out there, not just that, I trust him. I trust him with me. With my body. With my heart. It should be scary to be so open with another person. But this is Chase.

“Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

I nod silently, knowing there is no way he’s capable of hurting me.

My nails graze over the back of his head and down his neck. Chase pushes my panties to the side, his fingers brushing through my wetness.

I lift my hips, just as he lowers his, his cock sliding into me in one long thrust. My lips part as he fills me slowly, inch by inch, until it feels like I’m going to burst.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” His irises are dark orbs sucking me in, nostrils flaring as he holds himself back, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him. But I don’t want him reserved.

“Don’t hold back.” I curl my fingers around his neck, pulling him down. “I can take everything you give me.”

Those hazel eyes darken. He pulls back, leaving me empty for a split second before he sinks into me, deeper this time, as his mouth crashes over mine in a hard kiss.

My hands roam his body, my hips meeting his every thrust. Faster, stronger, deeper.

“Chase…” My nails sink into his shoulders as the pressure builds inside my belly. So close. I’m so close. Just then, he hits the right spot, and a soft whimper comes out of my lungs.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his mouth skims over my cheek, as his hand on my throat tightens. “So fucking perfect for me. What do you need, sweetheart?”

That damn nickname.

Just hearing it in that low baritone has my pussy gripping him tighter, and he doesn’t miss it.

“Do you like that…” he whispers against my ear, his stubble scratching at my neck. “ Sweetheart? ”

“Yes.” I lift my hips, nuzzling into the left side of his neck so I can whisper in his ear. “ Please .”

I’m not below begging. Not if it’ll get me what I need.

Chase’s free hand slips between our bodies, those talented fingers finding my clit. “Look at you. You’re dripping for me.”

He slams into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit in slow circles.

“Squeezing me so tightly.”

I slide my leg higher, changing the angle slightly, and Chase sinks deeper inside me.

He rolls his hips, his back is tense under me as his thumb flicks over my clit, that little move pushing me over the edge.

Chase’s mouth covers mine as the orgasm slams into me so hard, my whole body shakes.

He thrusts once more, his low groan muffled by our kiss as he spills inside me.

Our bodies keep moving for a while longer as we just kiss, riding the wave of pleasure. Only when I can feel the ground beneath me again do we break apart. Chase rolls onto his back, tugging me along with him so I’m sprawled over his chest.

I nuzzle my face against his warm skin. His heart is beating wildly in my ear, his chest rising and falling rapidly, each movement making the silver chain around his neck shimmer in the night.

Dog tags.

I let my fingers slide over the metal, and I can feel his body go still.

I suck in a breath, a shiver running through me, making my skin prickle. Chase runs his hand over my back. “We should get out of here; you’ll get sick again.”

I want to protest, but when another shudder goes through my body, I know he’s right. Sighing, I sit up. Chase gets to his feet and offers me his hand. His fingers swallow mine as he pulls me upright, those serious eyes taking me in.

I open my mouth, but before I can say anything, he’s already turning around. His hand holds onto mine as we make our way to the shore, only letting go once he bends down to grab our clothes.

“Chase…”

He turns to me, my dress in his hands. “Arms.”

I lift my arms on autopilot, letting him slide the dress on. Not an easy thing since my underwear and skin are still wet from the lake.

He takes a step back, but I wrap my fingers around his forearm. “Don’t do this.” I shake my head. “Don’t pull away from me now.”

“Rose…”

The pain, the anguish, hidden behind that one word, knocks all the air out of my lungs.

“Did I do something wrong? I just?—”

“No, God, no.” He mutters a curse under his breath, the words stifled as he runs his free hand over his face. “We shouldn’t have done this. You’re vulnerable and?—”

“And nothing!” I protest before he can finish.

I know where he’s going with this, and I’m having none of it.

“Don’t be like them. All my life, I’ve been told what to do, what was best for me.

By my parents. By this town. By him. But I’m not some little girl, Chase.

I knew what we were doing. I knew what I wanted. Who I want. You .”

“You shouldn’t want me.” He shakes his head. “I’m not a good man, Rose.”

“That’s bullshit. You’re a good man. Hell, you’re a better man.

You opened your home to me even though you didn’t want to.

You’re kind to my little boy. You took care of him, you took care of me.

You see me, Chase. You see all parts of me.

And maybe it’s crazy and selfish, I don’t care.

The last few years have broken me, he broke me, and I never thought I’d be able to do this again.

But being with you these past few weeks…

” I graze my teeth over my lower lip, feeling the nerves tingling under my skin.

My insecurities and fears. “You make me feel, Chase Williams. You make me want to trust again. Trust that there is something better. And trust doesn’t come easily to me. ”

“ Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he mutters, his voice raw.

For a moment, I’m worried he’ll leave, but he does the complete opposite. His fingers intertwine with mine, and he pulls me to him, his free hand cradling my face as his lips brush against the top of my head.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Lifting to the tips of my toes, I press my mouth against his in a gentle kiss. “You didn’t hurt me, Chase.”

Chase swallows audibly. “I’m not really good at any of this.”

“I’m not really good at it either, but we can just… take it slow? But don’t run away or tune me out. One step at a time.”

“One step at a time,” Chase repeats as if he’s testing the words.

“Yeah.” I squeeze his fingers. “One step at a time.”

Chase brushes his finger over my cheek. “I don’t deserve you.”

I jab him in the chest playfully. “Well, it’s a good thing that I’m the one who decides that, isn’t it?”