Chase by Chantal Fernando, Dawn Martens Page B

weekend, coming back on Sunday. Chase was only going for a night, coming back on Friday. It sucked but it was what it was, I’m sure we could survive a few days apart. I was cooking some lunch when James walked in, coming over to me and kissing me on the head. Both guys treated me like their little sister, it was adorable. He started snooping around the kitchen.
    “James, taste this.” I hand out the spoon to him, and he takes a taste.
    He groans, “It’s good.”
    “It will be ready in about five minutes.”
    “Love you living here.” He grins.
    I scoff. “Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you guys are limiting your sexual exploits because of me.” I was just guessing, but James’ blush answered my question.
    “I’m going away this weekend. You guys can do as you please. Just wipe down all the counters after please.”
    James laughs, “I’ll remember that. But seriously, we don’t mind. I think Kade is on his best behavior these days anyway.” He says, his mouth twisting. Huh. “We respect you and Chase will hunt us down if we make you feel uncomfortable. But I still do have girls over; I’m not turning into a saint for you.”
    “I don’t mind really. Carry on as you did before I got here. It’s your house. Here, the food is ready.”
    “Thanks, Layla. It smells amazing.”
    “You know, Chase won’t accept my rent money, so it’s in my room, accumulating. Can I give it to you?” James choked on the piece of chicken he was eating.
    “Yeah, about that. Chase said you don’t need to pay anything. We don’t need the money, we just wanted a roommate for when we go away, which can be often during the holidays, and the house is just left empty.”
    I was pissed.
    “I can’t just live here for free!”
    “Hey take it up with your man, princess.”
    I was many things, but a kept woman was not one of them. We have only been dating for like, a little while! He better understand that I need to pay my own way. I text him.

    L: The rent money is literally just sitting in my room. Can you take it please? My drawer won’t even close anymore.

    C: Baby..

    L: Don’t you baby me..

    C: Babe you buy food and cook for us. That’s more than enough. I want to take care of you. I’d give you a credit card for all the shopping if I thought you would fucking take it.

    L: Don’t even think about it.

    C: Compromise Layla.

    L: We haven’t been dating that long Chase..

    A few minutes before a reply.

    C: On my way home.

    I run into his room to wait for him.
    I’m lying in Chase’s bed wearing nothing but a red bra and matching panties when he storms in. He smiles sexily, and rubs his hands over the sexy stubble growing on his cheeks.
    “You’re going to let me pay for myself, aren’t you Chase?” I ask him, running my hands slowly over my body. His gaze follows my hands.
    “I have never seen anything so sexy in my life,” he rumbles. Well, I have never felt so sexy in my life.
    I undo the back of my bra strap and continue, “Say yes Chase,” I say in a sultry tone.
    “Huh, what?” he mumbles stupidly.
    I grin. “You are going to let me pay for something in this house, I feel weird otherwise.”
    “Umm. Fine baby, fuck. Don’t tease, take it off. Now,” he commands.
    I pull my bra off then I sit up and grab him by his tie and pull him down onto the bed. I slowly strip him, pushing his hand away when he tries to help. When he is naked, he is on me in a second.
    He tears my panties off me in his impatience, and enters me in one thrust.

Chapter Sixteen

    I exit my human biology unit when I hear the rumble of a motorcycle. I look across and see Chase there, sitting on his Harley. Shit kicker boots, jeans, and a worn leather jacket. He really is too much. He pulls his helmet off as I walk over towards him. I notice girls staring at him, and I can’t help a smug smile. That sexy man is all mine.
    “And to what do I owe this visit, Mr. Jackson?” I purr.
    He grabs my waist and pulls me against