Worth the Chase

“Okay, knock it off.”

“Knock what off? My fetish for Uber drivers? If you don’t tell, I won’t.” I brush my fingers along my slit, my eyelids becoming heavy. I pull my finger out. “Oh, goodness, I’m so wet.” I seal the deal with a moan, putting my finger to my lips.

Chase curses under his breath, and I fly to the right when he takes a sharp turn into an empty parking lot.

“Uh oh, is this where I get kidnapped, Mr. Uber driver?”

“No, this is where I punish you for being a bad Uber rider.” He finds a secluded spot in the back of the lot and throws his truck in park. “Get up here.”

“Wait—here?”

“Now, Angel.” The way he says my name has my inner thighs soaked. I love it when he gets this way. Determined. Hungry. Obsessed.

Climbing through the seats and over the center console, I straddle his lap. He already has his zipper down and his thick cock hard and ready. He pushes up my skirt and growls when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties. “You went to fucking work with no panties on?” His glare is murderous. My thighs quiver.

“Well, you’re the third Uber driver this week who’s made me do naughty things. I wanted to avoid another pair of ripped panties.” His eyes darken with lust. “Oh boy, are you getting jealous of my other secret Uber lovers?” I try to stay in character and not laugh, but it’s almost impossible. He’s getting jealous of himself.

He digs his fingers into my thighs and raises my hips. “After this, you’re no longer able to use our services.” He brings my hips down, powering the depth of his cock inside me.

“Is that so?” I moan. “That’s too bad. I’m quite enjoying—oh God,” I moan as he raises me up and slams me back down.

“Screw Ubers. See? I told you. They do things like this.” Up and down, he drives into me, fucking me hard and fast, filling me, showing me exactly who I belong to. “Say it. Say my name. Tell me who owns this pussy.”

“Ub—shit! You. I belong to you,” I pant, his long, thick cock working me to climax. Neither of us stand a chance. In unison, we both moan out our release.

“Are we done playing this game yet?” I say, catching my breath.

“So fucking done. You will never, ever take an Uber.”

My jealous, amazing, insane man.

“You hungry? We can order Chinese or from the Italian place you like.”

I toss my purse on the couch as Chase disappears into the kitchen. The envelope sticking out of it has my nerves kicking back in. I brush my palms together, then wipe the building sweat off on my skirt. “Um…whatever you want.”

He walks back out, holding a bottle of water. He looks me up and down, the corner of his eyes creasing. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” Just come out and say it. I chicken out and break eye contact. “What’s on TV tonight?” I walk toward the couch, but he grabs my bicep.

“Angel, what is it?”

I open and close my mouth. Just do it, Bridget. Rip off the Band-Aid. I look up at him, and my cheeks instantly flush. I try to blink away the nervous tension, but the way his eyes darken only makes it worse.

“Okay, now you’re starting to worry—”

“I did something…” Okay, not the best way to start off.

Chase’s brow wrinkles. His gaze sears through me. Taking a deep breath, he drops my arm. “Okay…”

“It’s not bad. It’s…well, I did something, and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it. If you’ll be mad or—”

“Angel, spit it out. You’re really starting to freak me out here.”

Grabbing the envelope, I hand it to him.

“What is this?” His eyes narrow as he turns the envelope over, inspecting it.

“First, I have to tell you something.” He takes in a deep breath, preparing. “I’ve been thinking about this for some time now. I wasn’t sure it was what I wanted, but then I got this letter.”

He looks up from the envelope, his eyes meeting mine, his jaw clenched. He’s trying to brace for something bad. “What is this?”

I lick my lips. God, why am I sweating? “I…I…”

“Bridget—”

“I applied to college and got in.” The desire to go to college was there, but I had no way of paying for it. It wasn’t until I received my last check from Jonathon. He had deposited over a hundred thousand dollars into my account with a note. Good luck in college. I knew it was his way of thanking me.

Chase rears his head back in surprise. He grabs the back of his neck, staring back down at the letter. “You applied to college. That’s what you have to tell me?”

I didn’t know how he would take it, but I also didn’t expect him not to be happy for me. My shoulders slump. I bite the inside of my cheek to hide my disappointment. “Well…yeah. I think maybe it’s time. I think I’m ready. I thought maybe you’d be happy for me. Whatever. It’s no big deal.” I go to snatch the letter out of his hands, but I’m wrapped up in his arms as he presses me to his chest.