Adversaries by T.L. Hodel

Chase left to go God knows where. According to Tanner, he had business to attend to. Guess he couldn’t have been too concerned about me.

Whatever, I didn’t need him. I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself, like now. I was cleaning up his crap hole apartment. There wasn’t much in here to clean but still. Someone should dust the place. I could practically see it in the air.

There were more interesting things to do. I was helping that bitchy girl, Jaz, make drinks before Tanner locked me back up in here.

He claimed an emergency came up, and he couldn’t watch me anymore. I didn’t need a babysitter, but I didn’t want to be confined in here either.

My thoughts started to run wild thinking about all the stuff Tanner had said. How Chase lost his family and that crap about love. The longer I thought about it, the more it made sense.

That house was like a shrine. Nothing had changed in years. Chase didn’t even pick up the unbuilt swing set in the back. How much did you have to care about someone to not be able to go back to the place you called home? If that wasn’t love, I didn’t know what was?

Which was the exact reason I decided to clean. The day I agreed with Tanner was the day I’d officially lost my mind.

I closed the drawer, swept my hands together and looked around. This place looked pretty good. Almost livable. Almost.

The tweed couch had to go along with that scratchy blanket. Thankfully I found a replacement in the closet. If I had to spend one more night with that thing abrading my skin, I was going to have to book some serious time at the spa. A complexion like mine took maintenance.

Speaking of which.

I grimaced at my nails. It was definitely time for a manicure. The color was starting to grow out. Since I didn’t do the acrylic or gel–why mess with perfection–I could technically do it myself. But come on, who painted their own nails nowadays?

My brow lifted when something crashed against the other side of the door.

“Oh shit,” Tanner? “Come on, man, don’t do this shit to me.”

I heard the jingle of what I thought might be keys, followed by Chase’s voice.

“Put it in the lock,” another thump on the door, “it’s right there.”

“I’s trying.”

My brow further arched when Tanner giggled. Yes, giggled. Like a little school girl.

“I had it the wrong way.”

Chase burst out laughing, and I was assuming by the loud thump, fell over. Great the idiots were home, and they were drunk.

The doorknob jiggled, moving the door enough to rattle a picture of a Harley hanging on the wall. I just cleaned that. If those two morons broke the glass, I was going to kill them both.

I stopped and tipped my chin. Was I becoming my nanny?

The door flew open as two dumbasses spilled into the room. Tanner and Chase hit the floor with an oomph and then lifted their wobbly heads up at me.

“Whoa,” Tanner’s eyes crossed for a second. “How come I see two of her?”

“I wish there were two of her,” Chase tried and failed to pick himself off the floor.

I rolled my eyes. “You couldn’t handle two of me.”

“I’d sure like to try, though.”

A big smile spread across Chase’s face, and I was awe-struck for a second. This was the first time I’d seen happiness reach his eyes. The way they sparkled lit up his whole face. Just like they did in that picture.

I shook my head, snapping out of it, and huffed out a sigh. Lucky for them, I spent a lot of time at parties and was used to dealing with drunk idiots. Bed was typically the best remedy. More than a few times, I’d helped Logan fall into his.

“Alright.” I walked over to Chase.

Him I’d help, but only because I had to share a room with him. Tanner… I glanced over at the other man who was struggling to close the door as he crawled out into the hall. He was on his own.

“Come on,” I said, holding my hand out.

He took it, but instead of getting up off the floor, he pulled me down on it.

“Chase, “ I argued while struggling to get back up, “stop it.”

I was not a floor girl.

In a fraction of a second, he twisted his arm around my waist and pulled me on his lap. Holding me tightly against him. “You’re so pretty.”

“Yes, yes, I know. I’m gorgeous, now can we get on the bed?”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a sly smirk.

Oh for the love of…

“Not for that.”

Even I had to admit it was cute when he popped his bottom lip out in a pout.

“Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me, mister.” Though his kind of were. . .

His hand snaked around to my ass, making me squeal as he slapped his palm down and grabbed a firm handful.

“I know something that works on you.” Next thing I knew, his nose was buried in my neck and a deep growl vibrated from his chest. “You smell so fucking good.”

It took every ounce of willpower I had to suppress a shiver when his tongue slithered across my skin.

“Chase…”

“Yeah, Baby, say my name.” His other hand wrapped around the back of my neck and twisted my head to give him better access. “I wanna hear you fucking scream that shit.”

Why did it have to feel so good to be manhandled by him?

Okay, we were getting sidetracked here.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t letting me go. Chase continued to molest me, pawing at my body as his mouth worked a hot trail up the side of my neck. That I didn’t mind. Nor did my pussy. I don’t think I’d ever been this wet.

If he wasn’t drunk, I might’ve considered letting him fuck me. My problem came when I tried to shift away. His strong hold on me tightened to the point that it hurt to move. He wasn’t going to let me go. So, I decided to try a different approach.

“Baby, I don’t want our first time to be like this,” I purred, and slipped my hand under his shirt.

He was so much firmer than I thought. All hard and powerful. What would it feel like to have his naked body on top of mine. Focus Naomi!

“I want you to be sober, so you remember what it looks like when you make me come all over your cock.”

Huh? I actually did want that?

Chase stiffened and flopped his head back. “You’re not making me want to stop here.”

The mischievously innocent glint in his gaze made me for just a second reconsider.

“How about I make you a deal? You get up on that bed,” I nodded at the mattress, “and I’ll let you fondle my boobs all night.”

His eyes fell down to my breasts. “Shirt off?”

Sure, why not.

“Shirt off,” I agreed.

Like a kid in a candy store that couldn’t wait to get his treat, Chase released me and let me help him get up off the ground. Bastard was heavy.

It took a lot more effort than it should’ve to move him a few feet. By the time I dropped him on the bed, I was out of breath.

And my work didn’t end there. He was far too inebriated to undress himself. As tempted as I was to let him sleep in his clothes, I had to sleep beside him.

Demin fabric wasn’t comfortable for anyone to rub against all night. Besides, he’d seen me naked. It was only fair he returned the favor.

That was a mistake.

Once I’d stripped his clothes off, and he was lying there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, I couldn’t stop staring. The man was utter perfection.

Smooth, tanned skin stretched over the dips and curves of hard muscle. His tattoos only added to the atractivness of his psyique. Tanner’s words came back to me as my eyes landed on the names inked in Chase’s flesh.

‘There’s only one thing that makes this shit life worth living.’

“Come on, Princess, we had a deal.” Chase folded his arms behind his head and smirked up at me. “I want that shirt off.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled the fabric over my head. A deal was a deal. There was enough time for me to drop my shirt on the floor before Chase grabbed my wrist, pulling me down on the bed beside him.

One arm draped around my waist, tucking my back into his front, while his hand immediately began palming my breast.

He seemed content like that. Gently squeezing my tender flesh as he nestled in. I had to admit it was nice, lying there in his arms with his body warming up mine. I liked it. It made me feel calm and safe. I’d never felt that before.

Mind you I’d never cuddled before or been the drunken object of someone’s desire—not like I was for Chase anyway—I was just something for them to do. And when we were done, I left. No one asked me to stay. No one wanted me to stay. No one clung to me like he was now.

“Chase, can I ask you something?”

“Hum?” he grunted into my neck.

“Do you believe in love?”

Chase braced his forearm on the bed and propped himself up to look down at me. “Why?”

“I don’t know?” I shrugged and shifted my gaze away. “Just curious, I guess.”

“You know, don’t you? About Sam?”

I nodded. There was no point in lying.

He sighed and fell back on the bed. “Who told you?”

“I found the house.”

It was quiet for a few minutes, and then…

“Is the swing-set still in the back?”

If a heart could physically break from a few words, then those were the ones that would do it.

“Yeah.”

Why did I say anything? We were having a nice night–well, nice for us–and I had to go and ruin it by asking a stupid question.

I was about to apologize when his arm came back around my waist. Only this time, his hand didn’t go for my breast. It tugged on the waistband of my pants.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked and shot up.

Chase pushed me back down and held me to the bed with a hand around my neck.

“Calm down, Princess,” he growled in my ear, “I’m not gonna fuck you. I just want a taste.”

“That was not the deal!”

In an instant, everything changed. Chase went from playful to full-on feral. He ripped my pants off my flailing legs and rolled on top of me.

“I don’t give a fuck what the deal was. You’re my captive. I can do whatever the hell I want with you,” he barked down at me. “Or did you forget, Daddy doesn’t care? You’re just a girl.”

“Fuck you, Chase.” I snarled back at him.

The rage burned brightly in his eyes as his lips curled in a tsk.

“I told you, Princess,” he flipped me over before I could slap him. “You have to earn my dick.”

His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me up on my knees as I twisted around and swung my arm back. I got him, just barely.

My nails scraped across his arm, drawing fine little lines of red. He answered my assault with one of his own. By smacking his palm down on my ass, so hard I jolted up the bed. The worse part, my ass wasn’t the only thing burning.

“Don’t you…” I stopped mid-threat and smashed my face in the bed.

Chase shoved his fingers in my pussy and hit that damned spot.

“Look at that sweet little cunt.” He pulled his hand out, gave my clit a firm slap, and slid his fingers back inside me. “Dripping with need. She knows who her master is.”

“Fuck you,” I moaned into the blanket.

“Keep tempting me, Princess, and I just might.” His other palm slid across my ass and up to my back hole. “Except I won’t take your pussy.”

The threat was clear and not something I was afraid of.

“Go ahead,” I groaned back at him while fisting the blanket to fight the pleasure he forced out of me.

“Hate me all you want.” Two more pumps of his fingers, and I was going off. Screaming my ecstasy in the bed.

“I’m the only man who can make you come,” he leaned over, flattening his chest on my back, and growled in my ear. “Like it or not, Baby, your pussy is mine.”