Relapse

It’s all he needs to hear as he dislodges the button on my jeans before shoving them down. His lips return to mine but I can barely focus as his hands shove my underwear to the side. A finger trails over my clit and I shudder, letting out a moan.

“Fuck.” The word leaves my lips as he shoves one of his thick fingers in me. His thumb continues to rub my clit and my body heats.

He pulls back, his eyes wicked as his fingers torture me in the best way. He roughly shoves my shirt up and then there’s the feeling of cool air against my skin as he shoves my bra up out of his way. His mouth attaches to my nipple and I let out another moan.

His tongue is just as torturous as his fingers and it feels like my body is in sensory overload. Sweat trickles down my forehead, the heat of his body and the things he’s doing to me, overwhelming. His thumb continues to circle my clit and his finger picks up pace.

I gasp out a breath. He pulls his head away in order to meet my eyes as he adds another finger inside me.

“Fuck. Fuck.” His other hand takes over massaging my clit as his fingers work in tandem, pushing me closer and closer to orgasm. “Fuck, right there.” His hazel eyes never leave mine as my core tightens and my orgasm washes over me. I throw my head back against the wall, riding out the spasms as his fingers continue to move inside of me, prolonging the bliss that I feel inside of me.

Finally, the spasms stop and I wipe at the sweat on my forehead as my heart pounds in my chest. Chase grins as his hands brush my sides while he pulls my pants back up. I continue to watch him as he buttons them back up and zips them.

“Better?” he asks.

“What?” I breathe out, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.

He raises a brow and I don’t miss the amusement in his eyes. “I was asking if you felt a little less tense, but I’ll take that as a yes.”

A laugh slips past my lips as I close my eyes briefly. “Fuck,” I mutter. Yet I can’t bring myself to regret the moment. If anything, I’m surprised by how well it worked to help me forget. “Maybe anytime she pisses me off I should find you,” I say, opening my eyes.

Chase nods thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t be one to protest.”

I shake my head, laughing. I finally feel a little more stable so I pull away from the wall. “Thank you.”

His eyes watch me carefully before he opens his mouth to reply. The ringing of his phone cuts him off. “Hello?” His eyes don’t leave me as he answers the phone and his lips tip up into a grin as he listens to the person on the other end. “I told you I had to go to the bathroom, Emmet.” His lips part slightly before he looks at the door. “You didn’t.” There’s slight amusement in his words as I look at him in confusion.

There’s a sharp knock on the bathroom door and I jump.

Fuck, I almost forgot that we’re in a restaurant’s bathroom.

Chase is pulling the door open before I can protest. My heart starts to pound hard in my chest again as he reveals Emmet on the other side with his phone pressed to his ear.

How long was he out there?

Chase looks unbothered as Emmet’s gaze moves to me. I wait for him to say something, because I know from the look of mischief in his eyes that he knows what just happened.

Did he hear?I think back to my loud moans and swearing and my cheeks heat slightly as Emmet continues to watch me.

Finally he speaks and the words are not what I was expecting. “As much as I enjoyed the show, you guys may want to come back to the table. Grandma keeps asking Nathan and I what our intentions with her granddaughter are and Lilly just dropped an F bomb.”