Page 61 of Make Me Trust Again (Bluebonnet Creek #3)

“Fuck,” his voice is pained as his forehead presses against mine. “You’re already drenched for me, baby. Does the thought of sucking my cock make you so hot?”

I nod slowly as my hand slides over his hot dick. “It’s a very nice cock.”

Flicking my thumb over the tip, I smear the bead of precum, the movement making Chase shudder. His dick twitches in my hand. I start to lower my head, but Chase surprises me as he rolls around, lays on his back, and pulls me on top of him.

“I want you to sit on my face so I can taste that sweet pussy while I fuck that hot little mouth of yours.”

Holy moly.

My whole body shudders at his words, color rising up my face, and I swear I can feel my arousal dripping down the side of my thigh. Did I just come from his words alone? It sure feels like it.

My stomach shudders, but I slowly turn around and do as he asks. The position is new for me, making me feel exposed. I’m starting to debate this whole thing when Chase’s palms slide over my legs and ass, pulling me down.

“I said sit.”

He tugs me down, my whole weight settling on his face, but before I can try to move—not that he left me much space to—his tongue slides through me, and rubs over my clit, pulsing waves spreading through my entire body.

His dick jerks in my grasp, more of the precum leaking out.

My tongue slides over my lower lip as I lean down and flick it over his tip.

His salty taste explodes on my tongue, and I can feel his groan on my pussy as he sinks his tongue into me.

I wrap my lips around him, my tongue sliding over the underside of his cock as I take more of him into my mouth, my fingers curling around his base as I bob my head over his dick.

Every time I suck him into my mouth, his tongue pulls back, and the moment I start to retreat, his tongue flicks over my center.

The constant push and pull is intoxicating, bringing every nerve ending in my body to life.

The way his stubble scratches at my skin.

The pulse of his cock in my hand. His hot breath is teasing my flesh as he murmurs dirty words to me.

The way his stomach clenches every time I take him deeper into my mouth, his head touching the back of my throat.

The feel of his teeth grazing over my skin.

I’m not sure who’s the first one to come, him or me.

Chase sucks my clit into his mouth, making my whole body light up as I grind my pussy into his face.

His hips jerk, more of his cock sliding into my mouth.

I run my tongue over the underside of his head, just as he sinks two of his fingers into me.

My whole world shatters as a salty taste fills my mouth.

The pleasure courses through my body as I swallow Chase’s release.

My thighs grip him tightly, but he either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice it, because his fingers are digging into my skin, holding me close, as he laps at my pussy relentlessly until I’m a limp mess lying atop of him.

With one final lick, I let him pop out of my mouth, but before I can even attempt to slide off him, Chase tugs me to him, our mouths clashing in a slow, sensual kiss as he pulls me into his chest.

I murmur my protest as he breaks apart, his mouth pressing against the top of my head. “Sleep.”

“Only if you stay,” I whisper, my eyelids already heavy.

His chest rumbles softly as if he’s laughing. “I’ll be here.”

I love laughing Chase.

Maybe someday soon, he’ll be laughing more often.

The corner of my mouth lifts upward as I fall asleep with the image of a smiling Chase still in my mind.

Blinking my eyes open, I’m greeted by the darkness. Night, it’s still night. Sighing, I turn around, only to bump into a warm body. My heart kicks up a notch in surprise, and it takes me a moment to remember the events of last night.

Chase.

Chase is sleeping in my bed, not John.

I let out a shaky breath, my muscles relaxing.

Although we’ve slept together over the last few weeks, we’ve never actually slept together.

Sure, I fell asleep with Chase by my side, but by the time I woke up, I’d find the bed empty, the place next to me cold.

It was almost as if Chase wasn’t even there.

But now he’s here.

I slip my hand under my pillow and take him in. His brows are furrowed even in his sleep. It almost seems like a permanent mark at this point that accompanied twin bruises under his eyes. Even now, in the darkness, I can see their shape under his eyes.

“ No.” Chase stirs slightly. I hold my breath as I watch him, wondering if I imagined it, but then there it is again. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me.”

He’s dreaming.

No, not dreaming. He’s having a nightmare.

His voice is low, the raw pain unmistakable. It breaks my heart to see him like this, unable to do anything to take his pain away.

What kind of demons are haunting you, Chase?

I have no idea. He never confided in me about anything of this magnitude. Hell, I didn’t even know he had nightmares.

Is this why he’s never there when I wake up? So I wouldn’t see him like this? Wouldn’t know he’s having night terrors that are the reason behind those dark circles under his eyes?

“No, Lucas,” he hisses, turning away, and pushing the covers as if he’s fighting with an invisible enemy. Chase shakes his head, thrashing, his voice turning more pained. “No, don’t do this to me, man. You can’t die on me.”

My lips part, the unsettling feeling twisting inside my stomach for him, for everything he’s been through. But it’s probably nothing compared to the pain Chase is in. Losing a friend, is it even surprising that he’s so closed off? So guarded?

Tears gather in my eyes, so I bite the inside of my cheek to hold them back.

“I’ll get you out, I promise. I’ll get you?—”

“Chase?” I place my hand on his shoulder, hoping my touch will calm him down, but it does the exact opposite.

His eyes fly open, panic flashing in them a second before I’m shoved onto my back, Chase’s body falling over mine, his hands pinning mine to the mattress.

I let out a little yelp in surprise as all the air is kicked out of my lungs.

I try to pull my arms out of his grasp, but his hold is iron tight, and there is no moving him.

Shit.

“Chase, baby?” I ask tentatively, my heart beating wildly inside my chest.

His eyes are open, pupils dilated.

But he’s still dreaming.

Still lost in his own mind.

His chest is rising and falling rapidly, sweat clinging to his naked skin, pink scars visible in the moonlight peeking through the cottage window.

“It’s me, Rose,” I whisper gently, trying not to startle him.

His grip on my wrists grows stronger, making me wince in pain.

I swallow the sound, trying to keep my tone steady.

“I need you to wake up, baby. You’re just dreaming.

It’s okay, you’re home. Just… Just wake up, okay? I’m here. You’re safe.”

For a moment, he just sits like that, but then he blinks a few times. I watch as that hazy look slowly disappears, his beautiful hazel eyes coming back into focus, and relief slams into me with force.

“Rose?” he croaks as he stares at me as if he’s trying to piece together what just happened, and I can see the moment it hits him. “Jesus Christ.”

Chase jerks his hands back as if I burned him, horror washing over his face. “Did I hurt you?” He shakes his head and pulls back, and I instantly miss the warmth of his body. “Of course I fucking hurt you. This shouldn’t have happened. I should have ne?—”

“Hey, it’s fine.” I sit upright, suddenly feeling exposed. “It’s fine. I’m fine .”

“How can you be fine? I just had you pinned down to your own bed, for fuck’s sake!” He yells, and I jerk back, stunned by the sound. Chase never yells; he’s always quiet and levelheaded. Nothing like John, and yet, for a split second…

He doesn’t miss my reaction, his face twisting in disgust. “This was a mistake.”

Chase turns his back on me, grabbing his pants and shoving his feet into them, as his words still echo in my head.

My heart skips into overdrive as I watch him struggle to put the jeans on.

Wait… He’s leaving?

Fear slams into me. The realization that if I let him walk out of that door, nothing will ever be the same again.

I’ll lose him.

I can see it clearly.

He’s slipping between my fingers.

Pushing from the bed, I wrap my arms around his middle, plastering my front to his back. “Don’t leave.”

Chase’s body goes rigid in my arms, but I don’t let go. I press my forehead against his back, squeezing him tightly. “Please? Don’t go.”

“I hurt you, Rose,” he spits out, and I can hear shame and guilt lacing his voice.

I shake my head. “You didn’t hurt?—”

His hands land on mine, and he tugs them apart, turning in my arms. “I left bruises on you!”

My gaze darts to my wrist, the faint red marks that are still visible on my skin from where he was holding onto me earlier.

“I hurt you,” he repeats, his voice sounding almost like he’s tortured. “I should never have agreed to stay here.”

“Chase, don’t do that,” I plead, tears burning my eyes. He’s going to do it. I can see it in the determined look on his face. He’s going to leave, and that will be the end. “It hurts more knowing that you’re leaving me.”

This can’t be how it ends.

“I’m leaving because I love you, dammit.”

I suck in a sharp breath as I just stare at him, unsure if I heard him correctly.

Did he just say what I think he said?