Crazy Love(66)

At the intrusion, her head fell back and she cried out, begging him to keep going. Keeping one hand in place to control the movements of their connected bodies, he threaded the other in her hair, fisting it at the nape of her neck. As he did, her inner walls clenched tightly around his length.

Tugging her hair firmly, he pulled her so he could capture her mouth with his. Again, her body pulsed around his rigid column of flesh. He drove into her hot, sweet pleasure as his tongue mimicked what his body was doing. His strokes, like his kiss, were ruthless and demanding.

Soon, he felt her arms grasp securely around his neck as her body began shaking against his. He continued plunging in and out of her tight, wet sheath until her body slumped against his, her arms falling limply around his shoulders. Then, in one final surge, his body soared to a higher level of sensual sensation until he finally groaned in blissful agony, finding his release in the most intense orgasm of his life.

He had no way of knowing how long they stayed joined together, holding each other after their climaxes. After an undeterminable amount of time, he picked her up off the counter and strode purposely towards the bedroom.

She giggled. Probably because he was still hard and still buried inside her.

“What are you doing?” she asked as she happily held on for the ride.

“It’s payback time,” he said as he stepped into his room, slapping her playfully on her backside.

With a huge smile spread across her face her hands flew up in the air as she exclaimed excitedly, “Yay!”

Chase loved this girl. He had missed her more than he could ever tell her in words. So tonight, he planned on showing her.





Chapter Eighteen





“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to take you to the airport?” Haley asked as all four sisters sat in the front room helping Becca fold her clothes.

“Hey, if you want to volunteer, that’s all fine and dandy, but leave ‘us’ out of it,” Jessie said as she pulled socks from the hamper that held all of Becca’s freshly laundered clothes.

Becca smiled and shook her head as she neatly packed a stack of her pants into her suitcase. “It’s fine, really. You guys go to the parade. Have fun. Brian’s taking me. I think he needs the distraction.”

“How’s his dad doing?” Krista asked.

Her heart went out to Brian. He was probably the closest thing she had to a little brother. Growing up, Becca and Brian had been inseparable. She had been a little on the tomboy side and he hadn’t minded playing with dolls, so no matter what mood had struck, it seemed that they had always found a way to have fun.

Earlier this summer, Brian’s dad had had to undergo triple bypass surgery and Brian, who was a student at NYU film school, had come home from the Big Apple to help his mom, who was wheelchair bound, with caring for his dad and his younger siblings.

Becca shrugged. “Every time it looks like he’s on an upswing, there is another complication. It’s been really hard on Brian and his mom.”

“So is he taking a semester off?” Jessie asked as Becca folded a pair of socks.

Nodding, Becca placed them in her suitcase. “At least one. Maybe more. It all depends on how things go.”

The girls were all quiet as they each folded the pile of clean clothing in front of them. It reminded Krista of when they were younger, except no one was fighting over whose clothes were whose. That had been a big issue in a house with four girls who could all, more or less, fit into each other’s clothes.

Haley sniffed and all three of the sisters looked up to find her wiping tears from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jessie asked, not so much in concern, but more in confusion.

Haley smiled through the tears that were slipping down her cheeks. “It’s just been so good to have you two here this summer. You know, The Quad Squad all together.”

Jessie groaned loudly and let her head fall back in exasperation. “Please do not call us that!”

When Becca had been in first grade, they’d all gone to Harper’s Crossing Elementary at the same time. Krista didn’t know who’d started the nickname, but needless to say, it had stuck. Haley had always liked it. She had a very nurturing soul, and anything that united her sisters together, Hales was all about. Krista had never felt strongly one way or the other, and as far as she knew, Becca felt the same as her. Jessie, on the other hand, despised it. No one knew why since Jessie’s emotions were locked up tighter than Fort Knox.

When they’d all attended high school together, the name had transformed briefly to The Bod Squad—which they all agreed they hated. Luckily though, their cousins who were still in town had squashed that very quickly.