3

“You’re off the hook, cutie,” Kat told him as he made his way past the bar.

“Meaning?” Chase had lost focus on anything in the bar that evening except the redhead.

Vivien.

Her curves, her mouth, and those shining hazel eyes that flashed all of her seductive secrets at him. The moment he’d seen Vivien’s aroused perusal locked on him, he’d thrown the last game on purpose, told the guys he was dipping out early to run by the base to check some fictional paperwork, and headed for the back door.

“Meaning I have a ride home if my car doesn’t start.”

Chase said a silent thank-you to an entity he wasn’t sure he believed in. “You sure?”

Kat nodded and smiled in Vivien’s blond friend’s direction. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

He didn’t argue. “Look, here’s my number if you ever need a jump again.” He handed her one of the cards with his work and cell numbers on it. “Better yet, I’ll stop by tomorrow and drop off a pair of cables. Pretty sure I have an extra set somewhere.”

“You’re the sweetest,” Kat told him before returning to her customers.

Chase almost snorted out loud. The images that had been running through his head all night were the furthest thing from sweet.

Vivien bent over the pool table. Vivien spread-eagled on the table she’d swindled from him. Vivien on her knees in front of him.

Never in his life had he been so completely controlled by his dick. But this woman pushed all of his buttons in the exact order necessary to rewire him into a mindless fucking machine.

He didn’t see her anywhere as he strode quickly to the back exit. He couldn’t figure out how she could’ve gone past without his noticing.

He stepped out the back metal door the bands performing typically used to carry equipment in and out.

“What took you so long?” The low husky voice brought a smile to his lips.

“In a hurry, sweetheart?”

He moved to where Vivien leaned against the building. She still held her beer. He took the mostly empty bottle from her hands, drained it in a single swallow, and tossed in into the Dumpster across the alley.

“Can’t have you too drunk to make smart, levelheaded decisions, now can we?”

Vivien’s eyes gleamed with awareness below the lights attached to the side of the building. “Meeting strangers in dark alleys is hardly smart and levelheaded.”

Chase nodded. “Good point. Should I be worried? Are you planning to hurt me?”

“Only if you ask nicely.” Vivien’s lips pursed thoughtfully. “Sometimes pain can be a good thing.”

Chase’s dick stood at attention and saluted her straightforwardness. “Agreed.”

He watched her chest rise and lower quickly. Despite her calm facade, she was nervous. He took her hand in his and kissed it softly. “We don’t have to be strangers. My name is Chase Ryan Fisk. I’m a—”

“Don’t.” Vivien shook her head. “No details necessary. Let’s not make this anything more than it is.”

Chase arched an eyebrow. “And what exactly is this? Just so we’re clear.”

“A spur-of-the-moment fling. Just for tonight. I can’t handle anything more than that.”

“Well then I won’t tell you that I’m a Virgo,” Chase teased.

“Awesome. Then you don’t need to know that I’m a Gemini,” Vivien told him, stepping forward and closing the distance between them.

Chase nodded. Figured. The twins. Opposites. She’d already run hot and cold on him all night.

“We can go to my place,” he told her. “My roommates will be here for a while longer and—”

Vivien ended his proposition by lifting up on her toes and crushing her mouth to his.

Chase plunged his tongue into the warm, wet opening of her mouth and tasted sweet mint and light beer. Kissing had always been just okay as far as he was concerned. Didn’t love it, didn’t hate it. Didn’t think much about it. But drinking from her lips was intoxicating. He was aware of every slide of her tongue against his, and every inch of her lips seemed to electrify his senses—heightening his awareness of everywhere they touched. He didn’t have a buzz from drinking tonight but his head swam all the same. His hands gripped her full hips and he thrust his erection against her.

“You have a car nearby?” she asked breathlessly, pulling back just a fraction of an inch from his mouth.

Chase kissed her lips once more, craving her taste and deciding immediately he’d taste every single inch of her before the night was over. “I have a truck. Parked right down the street.”

“Lead the way.”

He didn’t have the patience to wait on her to navigate the dark alleyway with its broken pavement in heels, so he hoisted her up onto his back.

“Now who’s in a hurry?” Vivien giggled and the sound turned him on even harder. He wanted to elicit every noise he could from that sinfully sweet mouth of hers.

“Me,” he practically growled. “But don’t worry—once we’re safely in my truck, promise I’ll take my time savoring every inch of you.”

Vivien let out a soft whimper, and he could’ve sworn he felt her pussy pulse against his back.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart. It’s going to be a rough ride.”

Vivien hummed a noise of satisfied approval into his ear and the vibration rumbled in his chest. “I like it rough,” she whispered.

Chase decided to say to hell with fumbling his keys and opening the doors. He used a free hand to lower the tailgate on his truck before lowering Vivien gently onto it.

She didn’t ask what he was doing. Didn’t point out that this was crazy and impulsive and that they were behaving like horny teenagers. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck, her luscious legs around his waist, and pulled him closer.

Chase met her eager kiss with his own while gliding his fingertips gently up her thighs to where he suspected Heaven was located.

“Already wet for me, pretty girl?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“Damn straight.” He slid two fingers beneath her panties and through her damp folds before dipping one inside. Her narrow channel tightened around his finger and he could only anticipate how amazing it would feel when she clamped down on his cock. When he added his second finger, Vivien began to move, moaning into his mouth as she rode his hand. He palmed her clit and bit her lower lip.

The shattering of glass nearby pulled him from his lust-induced fog. Someone had come outside behind the bar.

“We shouldn’t do this out here,” he murmured against her lips. “I need to at least get you in the truck.”

Vivien whimpered in protest but allowed him to lift her. He clicked the unlock button on his remote and opened the back door to his truck. Thank fuck he’d spent the extra cash and gotten the extended cab.

“Lie down,” he commanded once he’d set her on the leather seat. Much to his surprise, she complied. “So she can follow orders then.”

“I can follow orders very, very well when I choose to,” Vivien informed him.

“This is just to take the edge off. Then we’re going to my place,” he promised.

He needed more than this from her. He needed her in his bed. His roommates could deal. Vivien Brooks was going to scream his name until the sun came up. If his bed frame survived the night, then he would consider himself a failure.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” Still standing outside his truck, he leaned into the backseat and eased Vivien’s knees apart and removed her panties in one swift pull. Black lace. He fully approved. “Thank you for wearing a dress tonight, by the way.”

“I aim to please,” she mumbled as he dipped his head between her thighs. “But I’m not all that sweet.”

With a wicked grin, he met her lust-drunk gaze. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

Chase took his time tasting her, collecting her flavors on the tip of his tongue before dipping it inside her. He was rewarded with the sight of her body bowing gracefully as she began climbing the upward spiral to the peak from which she’d eventually free fall.

“Mmm, I was right,” he informed her between firm strokes of his tongue. “So very sweet.”

She tasted sweet and savory all at once. A hint of sugary honey with the unmistakable tang of female arousal. Her body spasmed with the force of her first orgasm and his cock jerked in his pants, begging for an invite to the party.

As if she’d read his mind, Vivien suddenly pulled him upward. “Fuck me, Chase. Here. Now. Please.”

No need to tell him twice.

Chase hoisted her backward so she was spread out on the seat beneath him. He pulled the door closed so the interior light placing a spotlight on them would go out. As he retrieved the condom from his wallet, Vivien sat up.

“You okay?” If she wanted to stop now, he would and without complaint. But he hoped like hell she didn’t.

One side of her mouth lifted and she gestured to where she’d been laying seconds ago.

“Sit.”

Chase moved to where she indicated, feeling like a jackass with his dick half out of his pants and an unopened condom in his hand. “Um, are we—”

“I want to ride you. Hard.” She tilted her head when he didn’t roll the condom on immediately. “That okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Chase rolled the latex over his shaft. Praise the gods of vehicular sex. The only thing she’d changed her mind about was the position.

She leaned forward and kissed him deeply before giving him a shy smile.

“I can taste myself on you. On your lips.”

“See? Sweet like I said, right?” Chase kissed her roughly, making sure she got another good taste of her delicious arousal. “You taste so damn good.” He slipped a finger between them, sliding it directly to the center of her then brushing it over her mouth. She gasped in shock as he kissed her scandalized lips. “So damn good,” he repeated. “You like the way you taste, baby?”

She practically purred against his mouth. “I like the way I taste on you.”

He reached for her hips and pulled her on top of him so that her knees straddled either side of him. His head fell back against the headrest as her gloriously tight heat slid down, enveloping him. His jugular was exposed and he was aware that this woman—this woman who hustled him once already, who took what she wanted instead of accepting what she got—she was no ordinary female. She was spectacular and slightly terrifying in a siren sort of way. Perhaps she’d devour him like a black widow afterward, but with her tight pussy milking his cock relentlessly, he simply couldn’t bring himself to care.

“God you feel so good,” she said directly into his ear. “So thick and big, filling me perfectly.” She found her rhythm and began riding him in earnest.

Yanking the top of her dress down, he lifted one breast from the lacy cup of her bra and brought it to his mouth. He loved that she was all soft lace under her tough exterior. It made him feel like he’d discovered a secret, uncovered deeply buried treasure no other man would ever find.

Chase had never been particularly possessive of women he slept with, but something about this one made him want to beat his chest and light a ring of fire around her. He wanted her to be his, tonight. Tomorrow. For as long as this unfamiliar desire lasted.

The raspy moans and whimpers she made as he suckled her nipples were for him, dammit. And no other motherfucker would have the pleasure of hearing them anytime soon if he could help it.

When her pace quickened frantically, Chase dug his fingers deeply into the flesh on her ass and moved his attention to her other breast.

“Take it, sweetheart. Take what you need,” he prompted while thrusting his hips upward so he could get deeper inside her.

“I need to come again,” Vivien breathed. “I need it so bad. Make me come, Chase.”

Chase moved his hands to her hips and used the leverage to slam her down on his cock over and over until she was on the edge of orgasm. He was a man possessed, watching her ride the mind-shattering wave of ecstasy.

Animalistic need took over as his own release came and he lost control of his mouth. His lips whispered words he had no control over. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Come for me, sweet girl. Come all over my cock the way you came on my tongue.”

He licked between her breasts, his teeth scraped her neck, and he had the strangest desire to mark her somehow.

Vivien’s inner walls squeezed him so tightly he lost the ability to breathe for a moment. She kept him pinned down as she extracted every single drop of his pleasure from his body, draining him until he barely had the energy to remain upright.

Chase’s fingers dug into the firm flesh on her hips as he held her down on his shaft and emptied himself inside of her.

Once they’d both dropped down from their ascent, Vivien’s body fell slack against his. He kept his arms loosely wrapped around her while catching his breath. His heart pounded so hard he wondered if she could feel it on the other side of his chest. They hadn’t even gotten completely naked and yet his mind was blown.

Never before had it been like that for him. Wild. Reckless. Intense as fuck. Chase had completely lost the ability to form coherent thoughts. He was adrift in a sea of red hair and drowning in a mysterious hazel gaze.

“We can go to my place. As soon as I regain feeling in my legs.” He leaned back and looked into her sated eyes.

“I can’t. I have to be somewhere early tomorrow.”

“So do I. I’ll set an alarm. Or five.”

She smiled. “I really should go. I’ll Uber it home from here.”

He pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms and not wanting to let go. “Just give me five minutes to recover and I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”

She yawned then ducked her head sheepishly. “Five minutes. Then I really have to go.”

“Tell me your last name,” he said before adding, “please.”

“Brooks,” she said with a smile in her voice.

Chase relaxed, thoroughly enjoying the postorgasmic bubble they were cocooned in. “I feel like I might wake up tomorrow and realize I dreamt this entire night.”

Vivien laughed lightly and curled her body around his, nuzzling her face into his neck. “In that case, best dream ever.”