Page 54 of Make Me Trust Again (Bluebonnet Creek #3)

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ROSE

The rays of the early morning sun illuminate the bed, warming my skin. I extend my hand, feeling my muscles stretch as I slowly open my eyes, only to find an empty bed. I blink a few times, my hand skimming over the cold sheets, and I can’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.

I reach for the pillow, burrowing my head into it.

Chase’s scent still lingers on the sheets, so he must have spent some time in here.

Although considering we’ve spent the whole afternoon in his bedroom after I got home from work, I can’t say I’m surprised.

My cheeks flush when I remember the things he did to my body.

The things I did to his. The way he filled me, my pussy, my mouth…

The way those calloused fingers roamed my body, making it quake under his touch in the best way possible.

I’ve never known sex could be this fun, this fulfilling.

That being with another person could make you feel so much.

Being with John was never like that. Not even in the beginning.

Pushing upright, I hold the sheet to my chest as I look around the room.

My clothes are nowhere to be found, so I make my way to the dresser and open the first drawer.

Neatly folded shirts greet me. Is there such a thing as fifty shades of black?

Because if there is, Chase’s closet is the inspiration for it.

I grab the first shirt and slip it on as I make my way to the bathroom.

He mentioned that he’s been renovating the upstairs rooms. Shiny new light gray tiles adorn the en-suite bathroom.

There’s a big shower in the corner of the room that we tested out at some point yesterday, along with a bath.

I quickly do my business and wash my hands.

Looking up, I meet my reflection in the mirror and just stare at it for a while—this complete stranger.

Chase’s shirt is hanging loose around me.

My short hair is a mess of wild curls, my cheeks are flushed, and my big eyes twinkle with excitement.

I raise my hand, tracing the side of my neck where there’s no ignoring the faint marks from Chase’s stubble as he whispered dirty things into my ear while his dick was sinking into me in the middle of the night.

My thighs clench, and I can already feel the wetness pooling between them.

It’s unnerving and exhilarating how much he makes me feel.

Letting my hand drop, I exit the bathroom and pad barefoot downstairs, listening for any sound of Chase, but there is only quiet.

I peek into the kitchen, but when I don’t find anybody, I move to the living room.

Shadow is the first one who spots me. She’s lying on her bed in the corner of the room, one eye peeking open, but when she sees it’s me, she shifts slightly and goes back to sleep.

Teddy, on the other hand, is completely out.

I’m not sure when Chase brought him over that first night, but he’s been here this whole time.

He seems a bit happier with Shadow around at least, but yesterday, when we took the dogs for a walk after dinner, he tried to drag me back to the cottage in search of Kyle.

Chase, on the other hand, is sitting on the couch and staring intently at the laptop in front of him with deep ridges between his brows. Whatever he’s watching has his whole attention. I move closer, just in time to catch his hands move.

I narrow my eyes slightly. What is he do ? —

His head snaps up, those serious eyes zeroing in on me. My heart races as I’m met with his stern expression, but then the recognition sets in, and I can see him relax.

I lift my hand and rub at the back of my neck. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He closes the laptop and gets up. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s fine. I wasn’t necessarily loud.”

He cups my cheek, and I tilt my head to see him better. His stubble has grown darker on his jaw, and dark circles surround his eyes.

“Did you sleep well?”

“I feel like I should be asking you that question.” I glance at the laptop. “You were up early this morning again.”

“I don’t really sleep that much.”

“I can see that.”

I feel like there’s something else that he isn’t telling me, but I don’t know if I should ask.

Do I have the right to pry? Yes, we are…

together, but does that mean we’re together together ?

Do I want us to be? Better yet, am I ready for it?

It feels so soon. I barely got my divorce papers a few weeks ago, but it feels like a lifetime has passed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask tentatively. “If you don’t want me to sleep over?—”

His hands grab my hips and pull me into his body as his kiss stops me from finishing the question.

I rest my hands on his chest, gripping his shirt, and holding him to me.

Chase lets out a low groan as his tongue slides into my mouth, and my body connects with his, the hard line of his dick pressing into my belly.

This thing between us is like a fire, and the moment we connect, the flame ignites higher. No matter how many times he kisses me or touches me, it’s never enough. Is it because it’s so new? Or will it always be like this? This exhilarating? This wild? This untamed?

Our breathing is ragged as we pull apart, Chase’s forehead pressing into mine. “I like knowing you’re sleeping in my bed.” He lifts his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m a light sleeper, and I didn’t want to wake you up.”

I nod, nibbling at my lower lip. Chase’s gaze falls to my mouth, his hazel eyes smoldering as his thumb skims over my lower lip. “I made coffee.”

“Mm-hmm… I could use some coffee. Since somebody kept me up all night.”

“Did they?” Chase pulls back his hand, fingers wrapping around mine as we make our way to the kitchen. I start to go for the coffee pot, but Chase tugs me back and lifts me onto the counter. “You need me to have a talk with them?”

I watch him move around the kitchen. He pulls a fresh mug from the cupboard and pours me coffee, adding sugar and creamer. My legs spread wider as he settles between them, handing me the mug.

“No, I think I’m good.”

I take a sip, just as his hands fall on my thighs, his fingers clenching around the soft flesh. “You sure? I can kick his ass for you if you want. Teach him some manners.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I love it when he keeps me up.”

A guttural groan comes from Chase and goes straight to my core. The wild look in his eyes makes me squirm in my seat. I’m feeling sore, but damn it, you won’t hear me protest if he’s game for another round.

“ Sweetheart… ”

There’s a warning note in his low baritone that makes goosebumps appear on my flesh. I like that he’s just as insatiable for me as I’m for him.

Putting my coffee on the side, I slide my finger under the dog tags hanging around his neck and pull him to me, but just as our mouths fuse together, my stomach decides to rumble. Loudly.

Chase grumbles something against my mouth, pulling back. I try to protest, but he’s having none of it.

“Food first.”

I purse my lips. “You’re no fun.”

He pulls me to him, his cock rubbing against my clit in the most torturous way ever as he helps me slide down the counter. “Maybe, but I don’t want you to be hungry.”

“Eating is overrated,” I huff, slipping past him to the fridge, only his hand connects to my ass. The slap is gentle, but I can feel the sting all the way to my core. My lips part as I glance over my shoulder to find those serious eyes locked on me.

“Behave.”

I blink my eyes innocently. “And if I don’t?”

There is a beat of silence as we just stare at one another before he shakes his head.

“Fucking hell, woman,” Chase groans, running his hand over his face. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“Good.” The corner of my mouth tips upward as I open the fridge, only to be met with almost empty shelves. “You seriously need to go shopping.”

“There are some eggs.”

I put the carton on the counter, along with the milk, before turning around and jabbing him in the chest. “Your eating habits leave a lot to be desired. You cannot live on eggs and frozen meals.”

“There is usually bacon, too, but I guess I ran out.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose, exasperated. “That’s not the point.”

Shaking my head, I pull out the pan and bowl. I’d gotten familiar with his kitchen yesterday, but I wish I had brought more stuff from the cottage. Still, I manage to make a decent breakfast for us and take it out on the porch.

The dogs join us, too. Shadow lays down on the floor, while Teddy chews on the toy we got him. We’re done with breakfast when Chase’s phone pings with a message. He opens it, and I catch a glimpse of a photo of a horse and Maisie’s name on the top.

“Dammit,” Chase curses softly.

“What’s wrong?”

When I look up, I find a hard expression on his face. “Mae is being Mae.”

I’m not sure what that’s supposed to mean, but he doesn’t seem happy. “I thought the shelter was only for dogs. Is she getting horses?”

“No, apparently she’s getting me horses.”

My brows shoot up. “Do you want horses?”

I distantly remember Chase helping his father on the ranch when we were little. I was terrified of horses, not that I actually had much contact with the animals, but Chase was a natural around them.

“I thought about getting one. Although, it’s been a while since I rode. Hell, I don’t even know if I can get up on the horse. But apparently, she found somebody who’s rehabilitating damaged horses, and they’re looking for a new home to take in two geldings.”

“Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know.” He lets out a sigh, dropping his hand into his lap. “Horses are a lot of work.”

“Maybe, but I know you’d be good with them, especially the ones that have been hurt.” I place my hand over his, intertwining our fingers together. “You have more patience and kindness than anybody I know, Chase.”