Page 105 of Mended Fences

“What’s up, Sweetness?” He stepped into me, running his big hands up and down my arms, chasing away the lingering chill from standing with the door open for a few minutes too long.

“Will you stay with me?”

He swallowed, throat bobbing. “I—I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I promise to behave.” I batted my eyelashes up at him.

He pulled me into his chest on a laugh. “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

My hands explored the muscled contours of his back.

“Are you more muscle-y than when you left?”

“Muscle-y? That a medical term, Doc?”

“Hush.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t have a ton to do in rehab other than go to therapy, go to the gym, or play Go Fish.”

I loved the feel of him under my hands. He wasn’t bulky, like his twin; he was fit, trim, cut where it counted. I wanted toexplore the new ridges and creases on his body without the hindrance of clothing.

My hands moved to the hem of his dark henley and slipped beneath, fingertips running up his spine. Chase’s sharp inhale told me that maybe Iwasthe one who would misbehave. A subtle shift of his hips had his erection pressed firmly against my bulging belly.

“Should I stop?”

“God, no,” he groaned into the crown of my head. “That was my fourth leisure activity at Harbor Hall—thinking about your hands on me, your mouth. Your perfect fucking pussy. I fucked my hand daily, missing you.”

A whimper escaped me, myperfect fucking pussythrobbing.

“You feeling needy, Sweetness? You need to come?”

“Yesss,” I hissed into his chest, fingernails digging into the smooth skin of his back.

“I’ll take care of you.” He kissed my hair. “Always.”

When he pulled back, he gripped my hand in his and led me to my bedroom. The bedside lamp cast the room in a soft yellow glow. My bright-white quilt and high-thread-count sheets were rumpled after I’d chosen to ignore the chore of making it this morning with Rhett here. But at least the mattress was now on its frame, thanks to Chase.

“On the bed, baby.” His voice was low and gravelly, strained with all the pent-up desire he wouldn’t allow himself to unleash.

Yet.

Thinking about the moment he’d finally allow himself that moment of pleasure had me soaking my panties further.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slowly shimmying my front-heavy body back until I was in the center, legs spread wide and hands planted behind me. I couldn’t see past my stomach, so when he reached a hand out, I could only feel as he slid a single finger up the seam at the crotch of my sage-green leggings.

“You got a little wet spot here, Sweetness. You dripping for me?”

I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak. I was so turned on from just that small touch, my orgasm felt within grasping distance already.

Chase tsked. “And it’s all going to waste soaking your panties. I think I need a taste.”

He reached out with both hands, sliding them up and under my T-shirt and curling his fingers into the waistband of my maternity leggings. In one swift movement, he tugged them down, along with my panties. I lifted to help him get them past my ass, and he carefully pulled them past my feet.

“Fuck, you’re perfect. Swollen and pink and so fucking wet I canseeit dripping from your cunt.”

Oh god, I love it when he uses that word.It was so harsh and cruel—the exact opposite ofhim.

Chase gripped me by the hips and yanked, pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I dropped from my propped-up position on my hands, head hitting the mattress as I slid down. He kneeled on the floor and set my feet on the bed frame, positioning me just the way he wanted me.