His rhythm became more and more erratic as he fucked me, and somewhere in my mind I couldn’t help but contrast this version of Chase-- raw, forceful, unrestrained-- with the sweet, doting Chase who gently washed my hair for me in the shower. Both versions of him were amazing, and I counted my lucky stars to be the girl who got to meet them. God, I was so lucky. Suddenly, I was desperate for him to come inside me, fill me up with his precious seed. I wanted to give him what he needed. A baby.
“Come inside me. Please,” I begged. “Give me that sweet come. I want you to put a baby inside me, Chase. Give it to me. I need it, now.”
“Fuck, you’re so hot. So perfect. I’m going to give you what you ask for, Haley,” he growled. I could feel my pussy clenching and shuddering around his cock, squeezing him tight, milking him to orgasm. He slammed into me several more times and then groaned, gripping my thighs as he released a thick stream of seed inside me. I stayed perfectly still, holding my position while he slowly slid out of my pussy. He held me there for a few moments, refusing to let a single drop leak back out. Chase was going to put a baby inside me, and he was not messing around. When my legs began to shake, he finally let me lie back down flat on the bed.
He leaned over and kissed me deeply, stroking the wet hair back from my face. He was gentle, doting, his hands caressing and cradling me. Something about the emotional tenderness of the moment, combined with the fact that we might have just begun creating something beautiful together, brought tears to my eyes. I nuzzled closer to Chase, who held me in his arms, kissing me all over my face. I knew I was getting ahead myself, my heart plunging headfirst into feelings neither of us were ready for. Might never be ready for.
“I have to keep a clear head about this,” I mumbled into his chest. “You have to remind me sometimes that this is all for one goal, one purpose. Okay? Can you promise me you’ll remind me not to get ahead of myself? It’s hard not to fall for you, Chase. I did it once before and I can’t do it again this time.”
He kissed my forehead and hugged me close. “I’ll do my best. Just one year.”
17
Chase
I had been gazing at Haley for nearly ten minutes before she looked away from the window of the jet and blushed. I was flying her back to the Peppertree before getting back to some other business of my own, but just being around her was distraction enough to take up every spare second. The more time I spent around her, the more I liked drinking her in with my eyes.
“What?” she asked in a half-giggle.
I only smiled in return, then pressed the intercom button to contact the pilot.
“Lloyd, what’s our ETA to Aspen from here?”
“Two hours, sir.”
“Perfect.”
I turned off the intercom and smiled at Haley, who squirmed in her seat, glancing left and right. “Is there something I’m missing?”
“We have enough time,” I pointed out meaningfully, and her eyes fluttered.
“What, you mean...right here? In here?”
“Nobody’s going to bother us,” I assured her, standing up and walking toward her slowly, unbuttoning my shirt. My sudden, unbridled aggression brought a smile to her lips, but she was still flustered.
“Is that why you’ve been staring at me this whole time?”
“I’d do that anyway,” I said as I got closer, tossing my shirt aside. I wore nothing but a tank top undershirt beneath it that showed off every rippling muscle, and I loomed over her as she bit her lip. “Every time you cross my mind, it makes me ready for more.” I tilted my head to the side. “Hesitant?”
She squirmed in her seat, thighs grinding together. “No, I was…” she paused, glancing out the window again for a second. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I rumbled.
She licked her lips, those endless eyes looking me up and down. “I just worry.”
“What’s there to worry about?”
She searched for the words as I held her chin in my hands and lifted her gaze up to me, swiping a thumb over her lip. “What are we going to do after all this? When we’re supposed to go back to normal?”
A wolfish grin crossed my face. “You seemed to be happy to hook up with your ex-boyfriend on a surprise visit a few days ago. I don’t see a reason the same thing can’t happen with your ex-husband.”
The color in her cheeks grew, and she turned away bashfully. I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek, then took her face in both hands and kissed her on the mouth, making her moan softly and relax in my hands.
“We’ll worry about that later,” I growled. “Right now, I want you bent over the coffee table.”
A smile crossed her lips. “That doesn’t sound very businesslike.”
“Actually,” I corrected her as I scooped her out of her seat and picked her up, “I’ve done my homework, and I’m taking you on a tour of every position that’s supposedly best for knocking you up.”