Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

I squeeze my water bottle a little too hard, caught off guard. The bottle crinkles loudly and my cheeks flush with heat. I’m staying? He’s already planned it? And he’s even going to cook me breakfast in the morning?

I almost want to ask him: Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself, buddy? But who am I fooling? The moment I agreed to come back to his place I knew I was agreeing to spend at least an hour or two in his bed. It’

s too late to back out now.

Chase chuckles and jerks his head towards a doorway to the left. “Come on, I’ll show you the rest of the place.”

He walks out of the kitchen and what do my eyes do? They drop and check out his ass. God, I’m such a hussy. Once his ass walks out of sight, I look around the kitchen and can’t stop myself from wondering how many women he’s cooked breakfast for. As hot as he is? Probably dozens…hundreds…

“Are you coming?” Chase asks from the other room. I shake my head and rush to catch up with him.

“This is the living room,” he says and walks right out of the room. Okay… I look around, again I’m impressed. He has a nice big leather couch, a giant TV, and a rug on the floor. On the walls are some nice paintings, but I don’t get a chance to look too closely at them. He seems to be in a rush to get somewhere, probably his bedroom, so I walk-run to catch up with him.

“That’s the guest bath,” he says pointing to a closed door as I catch up to him and follow him down another hallway.

The next door he pulls open, flips on the light but doesn’t step inside. “This is the gym. I rarely use it.”

Peeking inside the room I can see it’s just full of exercising equipment.

He flips the light off, shuts the door and leads me further down the hall.

“This is the game room. Do you like to game?” He pulls open the door and steps back so I can get a look. Inside this room is another gigantic TV, an entire wall of what I think are gaming systems, display cases of games, movies, and computers. Movie posters cover the walls. It’s geek paradise.

“I do like to game.” I smile at him as I step back and he shuts the door. “It’s been a while though, like a couple of years.” Before grandma passed.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks with interest. “Maybe tomorrow we can play the new Rabid Zombie Hunters?”

“After you cook me breakfast?” I ask teasingly. There’s just something about a guy asking me to play video games with him that lightens me up.

Chase’s eyes glint wickedly, and he drags them slowly down my body while he murmurs, “Mmmhmm.”

Though my heart flutters with excitement by the way he looks at me somehow I manage to stretch my lips into a smirk and tell him, “We’ll see.”

Chase’s brows both lift as if asking me if that’s a challenge. I get the feeling he’s the kind of guy who likes a challenge.

“Come on,” he says and grabs my hand. “Let me show you the rest of the place.” Suddenly, I’m just as eager to get to his bedroom.

Chase leads me up a staircase. The staircase is made of a cheery wood with a red runner down the middle, muffling our footsteps.

“This is a guest bedroom,” he points his water bottle at the first door at the top of the landing. “That’s the guest bathroom.” His bottle moves to point at the next door.

I struggle to keep up with him. His stride is so damn long, for his every step I have to take two.

At the end of the landing, he drops my hand to pull open the door. “And this is my bedroom.”

Chapter Thirteen

Chase

Her hand feels right in mine. I'm not sure what it is that makes it feel so right, it just does. It's just like how our bodies seem to mesh so well in bed. I haven't felt this way with someone before. It's fucking killing me.

Pulling her into my bedroom, I switch the lights on and smile as she looks around. I push her towards the bed and a mischievous smile plays across her face before she pulls away. She walks over to the bed, playfully wiggling her hips then sits down on the edge of my king-sized mattress. Rolling on to her side, she stretches out her long legs like she’s a sexy pinup. My dick twitches in my jeans seeing her on my bed like that. She's so fucking hot.

“So if I get the bed, are you taking the couch or a bed in one of your guest rooms?” she teases.

Grinning, I shake my head. “Nope. I’m snuggling you tonight.” After I fuck her, of course.

“Oh, you are?” she asks innocently as if she never even considered it.