“You’re the devil,” she grumbles, making me laugh.
“Technically, I’m a Demon.” I wink at her. “And I’m your sex god.”
“Is that right?” She shifts, lining herself up, so she can slowly slide down my cock. “Hang on, I’m about to worship you. Hard.”
“Ah, fuck,” I groan and open my eyes, so I can watch her. “Fuck, little dove. You’re so sexy.”
A hoarse cry spills from her lips as she bottoms out. She stays there for a second, rocking back and forth. I reach down and rip the stockings even more, and she moans.
“Like my girl taking what she wants,” I whisper, flicking my thumb over her clit. I’m guessing Mallory’s feeling empowered from asserting herself with her father today, and fuck if I’m not reaping the rewards. “Ride my cock.”
I grip her hip with one hand and press my other palm against her belly, urging her back and forth. “There you go. Want to see you come.”
“I…I…” she stutters, her mouth falling open.
“Already?” Damn, she makes me feel like a king.
She grips my forearms and rides me harder, faster until her thighs tremble, and she’s screaming.
Love when she can’t even form a complete sentence.
She keeps riding and vocalizing the sexiest damn sounds until I can’t hold off.
“Mal—” I try to warn her.
Her eyes pop open, and she stares down at me with a soft smile. That magic pussy of hers squeezes even harder, and I’m gone.
She keeps working me, slower and slower, until I finish then lowers herself, resting against my chest. She trails her lips along my jaw, kissing and licking. “I love every second with you, Chaser,” she whispers against my ear, wiggling her hips to put extra emphasis on her sweet words.
I reach down and squeeze her ass, shredding what’s left of her stockings. “Keep it up and I’ll do it again.”
Soft laughter spills from her lips. She rolls off me and snuggles up against my side, resting her hand against my chest. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is great.” I curl my arm around her and hold on tight.
Mallory
My heart’s still racing. Not that I want to compare Chaser to anyone else, or God forbid want him to compare me to anyone else, but I’m curious.
“Chaser?”
“Hmm?”
“Is it always like this?”
He turns and stares at me for a few seconds.
“This amazing, legs shaking, heart thumping feeling,” I add.
He brushes his knuckles over my cheek. “No, little dove. It’s not.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“I know what you meant.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips.
I run my hand over his chest, stopping to feel his heart thud against my palm.
“I want to find us a better apartment when we go back.” Chaser’s words rumble against my ear as he holds me.
“What made you think of that now?”
“You deserve a nicer place to live. I should’ve found us a better place months ago, but my head’s been lodged up my ass.”
What the hell did he and Stump discuss? “We’ve had a lot going on, and it made sense for you to live close to the guys.”
At the mention of his band, he turns away. “My head’s finally clear, and I don’t want to backslide because I’m around them twenty-four seven.”
I certainly want to do everything possible to support him. “I understand. Talk to the guys when we get back.”
“It doesn’t matter what they have to say. Either way, we’re moving.”
I shrug. “I wish we could afford a small house.”
“Yeah, I’d like somewhere safer for you while I’m on tour.”
I hate thinking about him away for three whole months.
“Hey.” He cups my cheek. “What’s that look?”
“Nothing. I’m excited for you.”
“You know I’m going to miss you, right?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to come and visit me.” He sits up and groans. “I need a nap after that workout.”
“Did I wear the great Chaser Adams out?” I tease.
“Yes.” He turns his head to the side and checks out the clock on the nightstand. “Actually, forget the nap. I have a few errands to run. Why don’t you stay here and relax?”
“How am I supposed to go back to sleep now? I’ll come with you.”
He hesitates and averts his eyes. My stomach drops. What does he have to do that he wants to keep a secret?
“Uh, you can’t. It’s something my dad asked me to do. A club thing.”
I detect a lie. “Chaser?” My voice begs for the truth.
He shakes his head. “It won’t take long. Honest.”
After everything we’ve been through, so help me God, if he comes back high, I’m going to kill him.
Chapter Forty-Six
Chaser
A large manila envelope’s jammed into our mailbox when we leave the clubhouse and return to the house later.
Where’s Chaser Adams? the headline asks, just as Alvin described.
Alvin’s big blocky handwriting screams, We need you! on a piece of paper tucked inside.
Mallory scans the article as she follows me into the house.
“Chaser Adams and his busty, blonde beauty, Mallory Dove,” Mallory reads in a bubbly, entertainment newscaster voice. “Well, at least they used my name this time.” She sticks her chest out and wiggles her shoulders. “I don’t know. Am I really that busty that they need to mention my boobs every single time?”