Chasin' Eight (Rough Riders #11)
Author: Lorelei James
Chapter One
There was nothing like live porn.
Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show.
The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D's, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde-Lanae, or was it Renee?-grabbed the brunette's head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette-Leah, or was it Gia?-smacked her ass.
"Rhea," the blonde whimpered, "that hurt."
So the brunette was Rhea. Check.
Rhea fisted her hand in the blonde's mane, gaining her full attention. "Every time you touch me without permission, I'll stop what I'm doing, Janae. Understand?"
Ah, so that made the blonde Janae.
And people said he was bad with names.
Janae's nod of assent earned her a reward from Rhea. A kiss. A deep, openmouthed kiss, with lots of glimpses of flashing pink tongues and feminine moans.
Damn. That was freakin' hot.
But not as hot as watching Rhea's hand gliding down the center of Janae's body.
Chase's dick stirred-a happy surprise as he'd already received the duo's oral worship. Talk about a tandem effort-French kissing with the head of his cock between their warring tongues and lips. Then Janae jacked his shaft while Rhea's hungry mouth milked him to orgasm, but Rhea didn't swallow. He watched, panting and wide-eyed as Rhea kissed Janae, sharing his come with her.
Yeah, that'd been something new for him. But not for them apparently.
"We've been selfish," Janae cooed, adding a husky, "your turn."
As he sank into a blissful place where embarrassing buck-off times were a bad memory, and two sets of soft, talented hands caressed him, he heard the door open and then slam into the wall.
"Chase? Honey? Are you okay? I've been so worried … " A gasp. Then another. Louder. More horrified and theatrical than the first. "And to think I came here because … " The length and pitch of her sobs escalated.
Fucking awesome.
"What in God's name is going on here?" boomed an outraged male voice.
Chase's impassive gaze zoomed from Sheree Bishop-her triumphant eyes filled with crocodile tears-to her father, Lou Bishop, then to Winnie, his PBR publicist, and Elroy, his PBR liaison.
Hail! Hail! The gang's all fucking here.
"How did you get a goddammed key to my room?" Chase demanded.
"See, Daddy? He isn't even the least bit sorry for being caught red-handed with … " Sheree gasped dramatically. "Are there two of you?"
Janae waggled her fingers at Sheree as Rhea said, "Hey. What's up?"
Chase might've laughed if he wasn't so incensed.
Sheree burst into tears.
Lou Bishop patted his daughter's heaving back as she fell into a fit of hysterics. "I've heard rumors about you, McKay. And you've outdone yourself this time." Lou glared at Elroy. "The PBR condones this behavior from riders?"
"No," Elroy assured him, "but I think we all oughta take a deep breath and a big step back-"
"Yeah, feel free to take a big step right the hell outta my room," Chase snapped.
Lou stabbed his sausage-shaped finger at Chase. "Don't think I won't knock you on your ass, punk, for your smart mouth and for what you've done to my Sheree."
The absurdity of this situation was the only thing stopping Chase from leaping out of bed and laying Lou Bishop out cold.
"Daddy, please," Sheree sniffled. "Let's just go." In a calculated move that so perfectly defined the type of manipulation Sheree Bishop specialized in, she yanked a ring from her finger and threw it at him. "You can have this back, Chase McKay. We're done. For good." Wailing, she ran out, Winnie close on her heels.
Lou's fury pulsed through the room. Without taking his burning gaze away from Chase, he spoke to Elroy. "I want this handled. Tonight. You know what's at stake." After aiming one more death glare at Chase, he lumbered after his daughter.
Trying to remain calm, Chase picked up the ring and slid it to the first knuckle of his pinkie finger.
"McKay."
He glanced up at Elroy.
"Meet me in the parking lot. After you put on some clothes." Elroy glared at the women who were hurriedly getting dressed. "Alone."
Chase let his head fall back against the cheap headboard after the door slammed. "Fuck." This was the last thing he'd needed tonight. He never should've gotten mixed up with Sheree Bishop.