“I want to help people,” I say and look up from my phone, smiling. “I’m working on my human services degree. I would like to get involved in a program or start a program that helps troubled youth.”
“Oh?” Chase asks with interest. “Why troubled youth?”
I sigh and glance at my phone. “I guess because I was one? I mean, I kind of know how much it sucks to feel like the world is just out to get you. And it’s not like you asked for any of it…. You didn’t ask to be born.”
“That sounds very admirable,” Chase says quietly.
I shrug, feeling incredibly self-conscious. I’m not doing it to be admirable or to have people think that of me. “Sometimes, and I know this from personal experience, it just helps knowing someone else out there gives a fuck.”
Dale returns from his call and Chase has to get back to work. I clean up our mess then head back to my bench. I alternate between checking my phone and watching Chase.
The way he pushes himself, the way he challenges himself, there’s so much inner and outer strength to it. I can only admire him for it. I know I couldn’t do that to my body. I’d cry like a little baby if I tried to.
But then another part of me is weary. He’s training so hard, pushing himself because he wants to hurt Ethan. This situation is so fucked up, I keep pushing it to the back of my mind, not sure how to deal.
When I hooked up with Chase, I had no idea he and Ethan were up for a rematch. If he didn’t seem so surprised that I didn’t know, I may have even believed he deliberately kept the information from me. If he wasn’t so considerate, wasn’t so obviously into me, I may even worry he’s just with me to fuck with Ethan. But I’m fairly confident that’s not the case.
At least I certainly hope it’s not.
If I knew Chase was going to fight Ethan, would I have agreed to go on a date with him? I’m not sure. Probably not.
But now it’s too late to take last night back. I told Chase I’m his and I meant it. I just don’t know how all of this is going to work out.
When he’s done, Chase hits the shower before walking up to me and pulling me against his side.
“Up for coming back to my place?” he asks as we walk out of the gym.
“I’d love to,” I tell him regretfully. “But I hate leaving Sebby alone two nights in a row. Want to hang at my place?”
Chase shakes his head, unlocks my door for me and holds it open for me. “Nah. Why don’t you just bring him back to my place? We can swing by and pick him up.”
“Seriously?” I ask, completely surprised he’d be willing to do that.
Chase nods, “Seriously,” and shuts my door.
I buckle up. Chase pulls open the driver’s door then curses as he tries to squeeze in. “What the fuck? Did a munchkin drive my car?”
Chapter Sixteen
Chase
We pull into my driveway and I look over at Avery and Sebastian. They are both sitting next to me, staring at my house. I want it to be our home instead of my house. I want to share it with them already, and it’s odd to have that feeling so quickly for me but I know it’s right, and I am going to go with my head and my heart here.
Sebastian lets out a quiet meow as Avery shifts him somewhat to give him a better look out the window. “What do you think Sebastian? Think this can work for the night?” she asks.
I slow down for a quick stop to let him see the front of the house before I pull us into the garage.
Yes, and for much longer, I think to myself and smile at the two of them. A pure black cat and a beautiful raven-haired goddess. Fuck, I am getting far too mushy right now. I need to get them inside and settled before I make an ass of myself.
“Ready to go in?” I ask as I put my hand on the door handle.
“Yes,” Avery says softly before wrapping a tight arm around Sebastian and opening her door.
We walk in through the garage. As I push the button to shut the door, I still can't fucking quit smiling.
Sebastian does a quick tour of the house before finding us snuggled on the couch, watching the news. He meows once and then plops himself down on the arm.
“I think he likes it here," I say, tightening my arms around her.
“Yeah, I think so too,” she says and I can’t tell if she wants to smile or frown.
My hand slowly slides down from around her shoulder until it’s right above her breast. I turn my head and take in a deep breath of her hair. Her hair smells really good. She has some kind of natural scent to her that keeps my hormones in an active state of overdrive. Right now, I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of her scent. It’s fucking intoxicating.
“Mmm, you smell like the gym,” I say quietly, trying hard not to smile.
She pulls away and grabs a chuck of her hair. She lifts the chunk of hair to her nose and smells it.
“No, I don't,” she says in confusion.
Leaning my head down, I sniff the shoulder of her shirt. Scrunching up my nose, I frown. “This shirt smells really bad, too.” I smile as I start to lift the shirt over her stomach.
Turning her head to the side, she sniffs right where I just sniffed. I have the shirt above her bra as she exclaims, “I don't smell anything at all!”
“I bet your pants smell horrible too. And your bra and panties. I bet everything you’re wearing stinks.”
Her confusion is turning to hurt as she looks at me.
“But I just put these clothes on...” I have the shirt under her chin.
“Woof, you need a good shower too.” I say as I start to grin.
Then the confusion disappears and she growls at me. Her hands tug down her shirt. “You are just trying to get me naked, you big meanie! I smell fine!”
Raising my hands in the air defensively, I say, “Hey, I just wanted to help wash your back.”
She shakes her head and stares at the TV while crossing her legs one over the other. “No way, you said I smell bad.”
Sometimes I really do like being as big as I am. I mean I can do all sorts of things to people who are much smaller and more delicate than me. Like what I do when I stand up.
I lean down, swooping Avery up and into my arms and carry her towards the stairs. She yelps loudly as I switch from a threshold carry and toss her over my shoulder. I give her delicious ass cheeks a light slap and start climbing the stairs.
“You know...” I say as I lightly swat her hands away because she’s trying to cover her butt. “You have a delicious ass. I mean it's probably one of the top asses in the world.”
“You're an ass,” she growls. Out of nowhere I feel her teeth through my shirt, biting at my back.
“What are you doing back there?” I ask.
“You, sir, are a brute,” she declares then I feel a sharp pinch as she gooses my ass cheek.
“Ouch!” I gripe as I pull her over my shoulder and toss her onto the bed.
“Who said I was going to get in the shower with you?”
“Sebastian and I had a talk, dear. It’s been decided since you can't be counted to wash yourself completely, I need to join in and help.”
I pull one of her shoes off then begin to work on the second.
“Excuse me?” she squeals as I begin brushing the soles of her feet. “No way would he take your side over mine.”
“I may have promised him a couple of cans of salmon if he switched over.”
Pulling her towards the end of the bed, I stand her up. My hands pull her shirt up and over her head then I toss it across the room to my dirty clothes hamper. I unfasten her bra and try to keep my mind on the job ahead, but I can't help taking a couple swipes with my tongue on her nipple just as I push her pants down around her ankles. Her panties follow and now I have her completely naked. She was truly built to fuck.
“I...” she starts but my mouth latches down on her breast. Sucking in the nipple, I swirl my tongue against it. I feel her arms wrap around my head and she holds me while a quiet moan flows from her lips.
Grinning, I pull away and stand up, quickly tearing off my clothes. Standing in front of her naked, I lean down and just have to kiss her lips.
I pull her into the shower and set the water to almost too hot. Washing her down, I take the time to ensure each spot on her luscious, fuckable body is squeaky clean. Sometime during the cleaning we end up with me pressing her against the glass wall and I kneel down to eat her beautiful pussy through a couple of orgasms. Her body goes limp after the second one, she’s tired and I want to get her in my bed, so I sit her down on the bench and I quickly wash myself off.
Lifting her up in my arms, I carry her robed body to the bed and snuggle up behind her. When her breathing deepens, I wrap her up and pull the blankets tight around us.
***
The next day, after I finish in the gym, I pick her up from school and bring her back home.
She sits across from me at the bar in the kitchen as I prepare our dinner.
Frowning, she says, “I was really hoping I would hear back about the internship by now. This sucks. If I don’t find something else, I’ll have to work for Ethan.”
I almost slip and stab my hand as I cut open the roll of ground beef. “You could let me take care of you,” I say while dumping the contents into the frying pan. It’s a spaghetti night.
“Absolutely not!” she says with some heat.
I'm not exactly sure why she's upset, but I know it has something to do with me suggesting I’d take care of her.