Wright Kind of Love, page 2
I carried her out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I hastily pushed everything off of the coffee table, throwing the contents onto the floor. Then, I lowered her ass onto the edge of the wooden table. Her back hit next as I pushed her down flat. Her blue eyes were round with desire as I stripped her shorts off and let her thong follow into a discarded pile behind me.
The ice was fast melting in my mouth, but I had enough left to tease her the way she had been teasing me.
I spread her legs wide. One hand holding her open for my perusal, the other sliding up the slick seam of her pussy. She shuddered under my touch. A soft gasp leaving her lips.
“So wet for me, baby girl.”
“Yes,” she whimpered when I pulled my fingers away.
My mouth moved to her inner thigh. My tongue flicked against the skin before I replaced it with the ice cube. She bucked on the table as I dragged the cold cube down her inner thigh with my teeth. I stopped right before I knew she wanted me and didn’t miss the little rise of her hips, as if she could force me to keep going.
I chuckled softly and moved to the other leg, using the ice all the way down. She gasped when I slipped it just barely against her waiting pussy lips before pulling it back into my mouth.
“So fucking sweet.”
“Fuck, Chase.”
“Too cold?” I teased.
“Too everything.”
And I knew she meant it. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands clenched on the edge of the table. As if she could barely breathe with anticipation.
“Hey, eyes on me.”
She slowly obliged, meeting my gaze.
“Up on your elbows.”
She swallowed and then lifted her torso up. “Like this?”
“I want you to watch me eat your cunt.”
Her jaw dropped and legs quivered at the filthy words. I popped the remains of the ice cube out of my mouth, slicked it once through her wet pussy, and then carefully slid it into her mouth, where it would quickly dissolve.
“Now, you see how good you taste.”
Her tongue swirled around the ice cube, making me think about the incredible way she used it on my cock. We’d have time for that later. Then, I lowered my head and devoured her. My eyes slipped up to hers to make sure she watched as my tongue flicked against the sensitive ball of nerves at the apex of her thighs. If she was watching my fingers sink inches deep in and out of her. If she was imagining my cock fucking her in the same manner.
Her face was a tableau of desire mapped on every surface. She coiled and coiled and coiled up as if she were preparing to explode from watching me eating her out.
So, I gave her everything she wanted, and she watched like that coiled viper as I did it. Until she was trembling under my touch. Little mewling whimpers escaping her mouth. Until everything tightened under my touch and she exploded.
She dropped back off of her elbows and arched as the climax hit her. I continued circling her clit as I watched her come undone in all of its magnificence.
When she was finished, she barely took a breath before launching herself at me. I coughed out a laugh as she tackled me backward onto the floor. She made quick work of my pants, shucking them to the floor. My cock sprang free from its restraints, thick and long, rigid with my need for her. She straddled my hips in one swift motion and poised her now-primed opening above my aching cock.
Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked down upon me over the bridge of her nose. “Make me do that again.”
Her wish. My command.
I gripped her hips in my hands and slammed her down onto me. We both groaned at the same time. Me stretching her wide open. The feel of her silken heat around me. Wet and warm and pulsing still from the remnants of her last orgasm.
“Fuck me,” I groaned.
“Oh, I plan to.”
Then, she rolled her hips in a way that sent pleasure straight through me.
“Uh-uh,” she teased. She pointed two fingers from my eyes to hers as she rode me. “Look right here.”
I growled in the back of my throat as I came up to my elbows to watch her work her pussy on me.
“Is that better?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the place where we came apart and snapped back together.
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “That angle…”
I met her next downward thrust with an upward one of my own. “That angle?”
She cried out at the feel of me getting deeper in her. “Yes. Deeper.”
“Harder?” I countered.
“And faster.”
I pushed fully to sitting until she was in my lap and bounced her relentlessly up and down. There was less room to maneuver, but every hip movement hit that much harder. Until we both were panting from exertion and so very close to the edge.
“Come with me,” I told her.
She gripped on to me harder as we both unleashed together. I grunted into her shoulder, pistoning my cock deeper as I came hard and fast.
She trailed kisses along my shoulder when she finally settled from the orgasm. I still hadn’t let her go.
“God,” she murmured. “If this is how you say I love you…”
I laughed softly. “I do love you.”
“Good.” She pulled back and looked at me. “Because you’re definitely going to have a black eye.”
“I know. It was worth it.”
“Was it?” she asked, biting her lip.
“I’m not hiding anymore, Harley. We spent too long lurking in the shadows of each other’s lives. I want daylight with you. I want all the things we never had, and no one and nothing is going to keep you from me—do you understand? If I have to face down the whole town to make you mine, then so be it.”
She flushed all over, a smile finally gracing her features. “Then so be it.”
3
Harley
Chase stayed the night.
He was still here the next morning when Bailey came home and commented on the state of the living room, proclaiming immediately that she just didn’t want to know what had happened. Though, at the worsening look of Chase’s black eye, she was curious.
“So, your brothers flipped? I knew Whitt would,” Bailey said. “Eve and I can talk him down. Should I make the call?”
I shook my head. “I appreciate it, but it’s not your fight.”
“It shouldn’t be a fight at all,” Bailey said.
“I agree, but I probably need to sit down and have a real conversation with them.”
“How about this? We’re together. Fuck off. Does that work?”
“I agree with Bailey,” Chase said. He stepped out of my bedroom, running a towel through his hair.
It still mystified me to have him in my house. Like in the house I rented and not at the house he owned. It was such a big step even though every other one we’d made recently should seem more significant. This one hit me the hardest.
I’d always belonged in his world, and he’d never belonged in mine.
Until now.
So seeing him with wet hair, using my cheap towel and smelling like my floral shampoo, was a whole new experience. And I liked it.
“Well, there will be no conversation about whether we’re dating. That’s decided. But I did want to bring them in on this easier. They’re my family. I want to smooth it over.”
“I still think I should go with you,” Chase said.
“She said smooth it over,” Bailey pointed out. “I doubt you’d do much more than make it worse.”
“She’s right.”
“I liked it better when she was on my side,” Chase argued.
“Too late, lover boy. I’m always on Harley’s,” Bailey countered. “You’re just lucky you’re on her side.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Then, he stepped forward and kissed me long and hard. “So very lucky.”
Bailey sighed dramatically. “I’m going to have to deal with PDA all the time, aren’t I?”
“Probably,” I said with a laugh.
“Definitely,” Chase said.
Even that small word made me swoon. We were a couple. The thing I’d wanted for three years that I was sure would never happen was now my reality. And every time I looked up at him and remembered he was mine, something fluttered in my chest all over again.
“I should probably go deal with my brothers though.”
He sighed. “If you’re sure.”
“I am. We need to have this out. This isn’t going to be the last time they see us together. And they’re going to have to get used to the idea.”
“Doubtful,” Bailey muttered under her breath.
I shot her a look, and she barely muffled her laughter. “Keep it together, Bails.”
“I love you, Harley Davidson,” she said with a headshake. “But your brothers are over-the-top protective. I get it; Eve is that way with me. But four brothers? That’s a lot.” Her eyes flickered to Chase. “Better be ready for the fallout.”
“I’m ready,” he said easily.
“There will be no fallout. There will only be them getting used to the idea and dealing with it.”
“If you’d thought that was true, then you would have told them about this,” she said, pointing between us, “a long time ago.”
She was right. I hated that she was right.
I huffed out a breath. “Well, might as well at least deal with damage control.”
Chase pressed a kiss to my forehead. “You’ll be fine. I have faith in you.”
“Yeah. I also have an ace in my pocket.”
Bailey raised an eyebrow.
“Mom is here.”
She laughed. “Lord help those boys.”
My mom was staying at Whitt’s house for the week. I was proud that I’d gotten her to agree to come for a whole week. She hadn’t been to Lubbock for more than moving me out and back in since I’d moved here. Not with Grandma and Grandpa to look after. I was going to be sad when she left again tomorrow afternoon, but I was glad to have her here today.
She pulled me into a hug when I walked into my brother’s house. “Hey, sweetheart.”
I breathed in her familiar scent. “Hey, Mom.”
“I heard about what happened.”
“Whitt told you?”
“He did. I didn’t realize until it was too late that all your brothers had disappeared last night. I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She touched my cheek. “You didn’t deserve that.”
Tears came to my eyes at her words. God, I hadn’t realized how much I just wanted someone to take away all my problems until that moment. How much easier it would be to just sic Mom on them and make it all stop. But I couldn’t do that, unfortunately.
“Thanks, Mom. It wasn’t fun—that’s for sure.”
“And Chase?” she asked.
“Fine.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Not the way I heard it.”
“Well, he has a black eye.”
She sighed heavily. “I’m really sorry, sweetie. I sent you after him because I wanted you to have your moment alone. Not to get bombarded by your brothers. If it’s any consolation, Eve really went after Whitt about it last night.”
I laughed. “Oh man, I wish I could have seen that.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this with everything else, but you should really call your father.”
I froze at those words. Call my father. Owen fucking Wright. The man who had manipulated me into going to the law school he wanted. Who had thrown a tantrum the second he found out I hadn’t done what he wanted. Who constantly ruined everyone’s life he touched.
“No.” The word left my mouth before I could think.
“Honey.”
“No,” I said more firmly. “Absolutely fucking not. He is the reason that all of this happened in the first place.”
My mom sighed softly. “You could have told your brothers about your relationship. They didn’t have to find out the way that they did.”
She was right. I could have told them at any time. And they would have reacted the same way. But the fact that Owen had done this on purpose was inexcusable. Not to mention that when he’d found out the information, his first instinct had been how to use it against me. I owed him nothing. Not ever again.
“Will you ever see the worst in him, Mom?” I asked instead of the torrent of anger that foamed at my mouth.
“Will you ever see the best?”
“No,” I told her. “I don’t see anything good in him.”
“He’s your father.”
“He might as well not be for all that he did to raise me. You were there every day, Mom. Whitt and West were around. Even Grandma and Grandpa were around. Owen might as well just be a sperm donor.”
My mom winced at those words. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, but God, it was the truth. Why was she the only one who didn’t see it?
“I suppose it’s easy to see it that way from your perspective,” she said softly.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I know you loved him, but even you have to admit that he used you and hurt our family. He was never what you deserved.”
“What’s going on over here?” Whitt asked as he strode out of his bedroom. My brother was, of course, in a black suit with a blue tie knotted tight at his throat. He didn’t even have work today. He just couldn’t help himself.
“Just talking,” Mom said, backing away from the painful conversation she never wanted to have. Easier to look at anything but in the mirror.
Whitt looked me over with a sigh. “How are you this morning, Harley?”
“Been better,” I told him. “Heard your night wasn’t as great as you’d imagined either.”
“Considering I’d thought I was going to be spending the night with my fiancée and not relegated to the couch,” he muttered under his breath.
Fiancée. Gah, as mad as I was at him, I loved that he’d proposed yesterday. That Eve was going to be my sister soon. That made Bailey a sister in truth, too.
“Eve sent you to the couch in your own house?”
“I sure did,” Eve said. She was in a knee-length green dress and her signature black leather Louboutin heels. Her dark hair was long down her back in supermodel waves. “Well, for part of the night.”
Whitt shot her a look of abject devotion. “It was fair. Yesterday was…a lot.”
“Is that an apology?” I asked.
Whitt said nothing. Eve cleared her throat noisily.
“Were you expecting one?” he asked.
I huffed. “You’re ridiculous. I texted West, Jordan, and Julian, and they’re on their way over to talk about this.”
“We have brunch plans,” he said, gesturing to their attire.
Eve rolled her eyes. “Canceled plans. You need to fix this, Whitton.”
Oh, pulling out his whole name.
He sighed, as if already knowing that he’d lost. “Fine. Let’s talk.”
Eve smirked and stepped toward me, pulling me into a hug. “Before you get in with the guys, just know that I’m so fucking happy for you.”
“Thanks, Eve.”
She pulled back but kept her hands on my shoulders. “Seriously, Chase Sinclair is a good guy. None of you are like your dad, and he isn’t like his. We shouldn’t judge him based off of his entire family if y’all don’t want to be judged off of your bad apple.”
The words were directed at me, but I could feel Whitt tense across the room. We weren’t Owen. Chase wasn’t Arnold. And Eve would know. She’d dated Chase’s dad after all. She knew the depths of his treachery and had come out on top anyway. I appreciated her saying it.
A knock at the door pulled us apart. Whitt yanked it open to find Jordan and Julian standing at the threshold. Both men were in a suit and looked like they were going to be heading to church at any second. West was jogging up the drive in ripped jeans and a band shirt. He was definitely not heading to church. He had to leave in the afternoon to get back on the road with his band, Cosmere. They were touring for another month. Right up until West’s wedding with Nora.
“Come on in,” Whitt said with a sigh.
Mom stepped forward, hugging all the boys and welcoming them inside. Then, with a pointed look, she took her soon-to-be daughter-in-law to another room. I knew they’d be there for backup if I needed them, but the guilty looks on my brothers’ faces told me I wasn’t going to need it.
“Have you all calmed down?” I asked.
“Anyone else get in trouble with their significant other last night?” Whitt grumbled, dropping into a chair across from his twin.
West, Jordan, and Julian all slowly raised their hands. I couldn’t help it; I laughed.
“Perhaps Nora, Annie, and Jennifer also reminded you that you all grossly overreacted, as Eve did to Whitt.”
“We were just looking out for you,” Julian said.
“Looking out for me by punching Chase in the face?”
Julian threw a thumb at Jordan. “He did that.”
Jordan arched an eyebrow. “Throw me under the bus, why don’t you?”
“I threw a punch, too,” West said with a shrug. “And honestly, he had it coming.”
The other guys leaned forward in agreement.
I held up a hand. “I actually didn’t call you here to discuss Chase. So, I don’t want this to devolve into your opinions on our relationship. We’re in a relationship. I’ve been into him since your wedding,” I said, pointing at Jordan.
Jordan’s jaw clenched. “That was three years ago.”
“Well aware,” I said with a shrug. “Why do you think I didn’t tell you?”
“Because you were a teenager!” Whitt snapped.
“Chase did the right thing by not pursuing me then because he knew I was too young.”
“You’re still too young,” Jordan muttered under his breath.
“Anyway, that doesn’t matter. I’m old enough to see that he made the right call and to know that I want to be with him. I didn’t drop Harvard because of him. I did it because I wanted to take the job at Wright Construction. We already talked about that. That was my dream, but it isn’t any longer. I really want to do this, and I have no ulterior motive.” They looked skeptical, so I barreled forward anyway. “The real problem is Owen.”
