She looks up, hearing my pounding boots, and her face drops in surprise. “Chase!” she squeals and just like those cheesy movies where they run toward each other in slow motion, Carla and I sprint toward each other. No slow-mo for me, dammit.
I snag her and twirl her around and around, kissing her repeatedly all over her face and neck, hugging her to me. “Why are you still here?” I ask, setting her down and pulling her against me. I’m running my hands up and down her back, wanting to pull her into me, to become one with her. I never want to lose her again.
“I came to tell you Iwolfdue,” she says, muffled by my shirt.
I decide to let the girl breathe a little, and loosen my arms around her.
“What?”
“I came to tell you I love you,” she says, staring up at me, her eyes shining with tears. “I don’t want to live without you, and if I have to move to Texas and learn how to cook and put on an apron, I will. There’s takeout in Texas, right? You guys have figured out phones and the Internet and shit?”
I start laughing. I can’t help myself.
“Yeah, we’ve figured out phones and the Internet and shit,” I agree drily. “But Carla, you don’t want to be a housewife anymore than I want to be a CEO and wear a suit to work every day. Back in Texas, the land of cows and Internet, I have quite a few oil wells. Quite a few. I also own tens of thousands of acres of land on my ranch. I love it there, but I love it here too. When I first came, I hated all of the people on the street, everyone in my way, but there’s a certain vibe to this city that's addicting. I don’t want to leave it.”
I draw a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose you. Baby, I’m richer than God. I don’t have to work another day in my life, but I like to work. I can’t just sit around and count my stacks of cash. That gets boring after a while.”
She laughs so hard, she hiccups. I’ve never seen something that adorable in my life.
“They’re looking for a rodeo act at the Barclay Arena in Brooklyn. I know they’re the competitors for Madison, and maybe you’re not going to love being with someone who has gone to the dark side. But you’ve never seen me really in action. What you’ve seen here is Chase Lite. I can stand on the back of Moonshine while he gallops around. Did you know that?”
She shook her head, burrowing her face against my chest. I stroke my hands down her back, loving the feel of her against me. “We actually can do quite a few tricks together. Roping calves is just something I’m good at; I happen to be pretty damn good at throwing a lasso, in case you didn’t notice.” She chuckles, the vibrations moving through my arms. I smile to myself. I want a thousand more times of making her laugh.
I want it for the rest of my life.
“I’ll have to go back to Texas regularly, to keep up on my work there, but I have a couple of guys who’ve been working hard for me for a long time, and would love a chance to prove themselves with a promotion. I have a private jet, so flying there and back won’t be a problem.
“But Carla, do you want me?” Suddenly, uncertainty is plaguing me. What if she doesn’t really want me to move to New York City to be with her?
“Want you?” She pulls back from her snuggle against my chest to stare up at me. “Chase, I want you more than anything. If I have to move to Texas to be with you, I will, but please don’t ever make me learn how to cook. I’ll do anything but that.”
“Agreed,” I say, and kiss her with all the lust and love and passion inside of me. She’s pulling me down and kissing me back, and I realize that a two-week stint with only my hand to service me has been about two weeks too long.
Scooping her up easily into my arms, I head toward the employee lounge. It may not be the most romantic setting in the world, but right now, I don’t care. I just want her. I need her.
Always.
57
Carla
Happiness. Just one word, but that’s the right one to describe how I’m feeling right now. We’re together now, and nothing will ever tear us apart; deep in my heart, that certainty becomes as solid as the fact that the Earth is round and circles the Sun.
I lassoed me a cowboy, girls.
Carrying me in his arms, he takes me to the deserted employee lounge. Laying me down on one of the wide leather couches, he climbs on top of me and crushes his mouth on mine. I kiss him eagerly, pushing my tongue inside his mouth, and surrender to the untamable happiness I’m feeling right now.
I thought I had lost him. I thought I had ruined this. But then, the moment I saw him, his clean-shaved face like a perfect portrait… I just knew destiny wouldn’t—couldn’t—throw me a curveball like that. Chase and I are meant to be together, and I’ll be damned if that doesn’t happen.
“I love you,” I tell him again, and then nibble at his lower lip, smiling shyly as he takes me in his embrace.
“I know, babe, I know…” he says, smiling back at me and running his large hands down the side of my body. “I love you too,” he whispers, and my heart almost explodes with the sudden jolt of happiness that strikes him. These words on his lips seem like the perfect spell, and I become as wet as I’ve ever been before you can say twelve inches.
He kisses me hungrily again, sliding one hand under the hemline of my dress. His fingertips go straight to my inner thighs, and then he traces the contour of my drenched thong; I can almost feel the coiled tension that fills his muscles, desire making his heart beat faster.
Completely out of control, I take my hand to his crotch and, feeling him hard and ready, I curl my fingers around his cock and give it a squeeze. “I want this. Every day,” I say, tightening the pressure of my fingers.
“Every day,” he repeats back to me, one hand of his pulling down the straps of my dress. He bares my black bra and, hooking one finger on the right cup, he pulls it down to reveal one hard rosy tip. I swallow hard the anticipation I’m feeling, and he dives into me as if he needed to feel my body in order to survive. I close my eyes as he wraps his lips around my hard nipple, sucking it into his mouth while he uses his tongue to circle it.