Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“What?” Chase growled, turning to him, practically vibrating with rage. “You wanna fuckin’ have it out, Blayke? Because I’m in the goddamn mood, dickface.”
I pressed a hand to Blayke’s chest, holding him back. Blayke’s blue eyes were sparking icy fire, daring Chase to swing first. “Let it go, Blayke,” I quietly told him as Chase spun on his heel and stormed out of the room. His entire body was tense as he went, no doubt in a shit ton of pain, but he was too worked up to let it hinder his forward progress.
I’d known he was going to explode, and he had. And now, I needed to deal with the aftermath.
Dropping my hand, I quickly followed Chase out of the room. He was already halfway up the stairs. Sophia was watching him go with worried eyes. I shot her a small smile before quickly following him up. I knew she’d give me time and space to calm him down. After all, I was the one he was pissed at.
When I entered our room, he spun around to face me, his eyes blazing with fury. And fuck, he’d never looked hotter. The beast inside me I kept locked up rose to the challenge he presented, and I had to bite back a grin. Finding amusement in all this would only piss Chase off further, and I needed him calm.
“You’re not going in with just knives as your weapons,” he snarled at me.
“We’ve got no choice if we want to keep the heat off the club,” I reminded him. “Johnston’s reach only extends so far. Officials can’t look past a mass shooting.”
“Stop being so fucking calm!” he roared at me. “You have no idea—”
I wrapped a hand around his throat and yanked him to me. He stumbled into my chest, and then, I was crushing my mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss. He fought against me for a moment, but when I only tightened my hold on his throat, cutting off his airflow, he relented, his mouth moving with mine in a hot slide that set my blood on fire.
He moaned, his hands dropping to the hem of my shirt. He fisted the material before sliding it up my torso. I parted our mouths long enough for him to yank the material over my head, and then, I was kissing him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as I worked open the fly of his jeans. When his jeans dropped to the floor, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants. His shirt went next, and when my pants hit the floor, we grew even more frenzied. All our frustration and pain bled into the moment, making monsters out of us.
Spinning him around, I forced him to bend over the bed, then yanked his boxers down to the floor. I snatched the lube off the dresser, then forced two fingers inside of him. A choked gasp ripped from his lungs, and he rose onto his toes before he moaned, his fingers twisting into the comforter as he pushed back on my fingers, urging them deeper inside of him.
I’d never truly pictured Chase as a bottom, but there was no denying how fucking needy he got. More than likely, he was a switch, and that was perfectly fine with me. But right then, I just needed to take him the fuck apart and settle that piece of him that was floating lost and abandoned inside his head.
Curling my fingers, I found that spot inside him, and he trembled, gasping and groaning into the sheets. “F-fuck, Trigger,” he panted. I pressed my hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place when he tried to rise up on his elbows. When I slid three fingers into him, a low, keening sound ripped from his throat, and my cock leaked, precum dripping onto the floor.
Christ.
“I’m good,” Chase panted. “Fuck me already, Trigger.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” I rumbled. “You were just bleeding rectally four fucking days ago.”
He shook his head. “I know my body. Please, Trigger. I feel like I’m going fucking—”
He moaned when I pressed into him, his back arching as he bore down, taking me deeper inside of him. I gripped his hips, watching my cock tunnel into him. He was so perfect. So unbelievably goddamn perfect.
“Fuck,” I rasped. “You take me so well, Chase.”
He groaned in response, his jaw falling slack as my balls pressed flush against his ass. Leaning over him, I reached beneath him, gripping his dripping cock in my fist to stroke in time with my thrusts. “This what you needed, baby?” I growled in his ear. “Needed to be stuffed full of my thick cock so you could stop thinking so goddamn hard?”
He made a pathetic sound, his eyes glassy. Gripping his hair, I angled his head back, kissing him the best I could. He panted into my mouth, rocking back on me and thrusting into my fist, matching me thrust for thrust.