It Started with a Crush by Piper James
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sage
I’d never been more scared than I was when I made that admission. I’d done a lot of soul searching over the last week and was only able to come to one conclusion—I did love Chase. He was everything I’d ever wanted, and there was no point in denying it to myself any longer. And as soon as I stopped trying to convince myself it was too soon to be feeling what I was feeling, I knew I had to tell him.
Belle helped me come up with this plan when I refused to just call him like she told me to. She would get him here, and we’d have plenty of privacy to discuss everything without distractions or interruptions.
Now, as I stood here waiting for him to respond to my declaration, I was having second thoughts about this whole idea. I knew Daniel had been honest with me, to the best of his knowledge, but what if he misunderstood what his dad and uncles were saying? What if Chase didn’t love me, and I was making a huge ass out of myself right now?
A few seconds ticked by, and panic truly set in as Chase continued to stare at me with wide eyes. Like he wasn’t expecting this and was trying to come up with the right words to let me down gently. White-hot pain streaked through my chest. I forced down the scream threatening to erupt, blinked the tears out of my eyes, and stiffened my spine.
“I’m sorry. This was a mista—”
“Say it again.”
His command cut me off, and I flinched internally at the tingles his authoritative tone sent through me. How could I possibly be feeling turned on at a time like this? What was wrong with me?
I fucking missed him. That’s what was wrong with me. But it was too late.
“Sage. Say it again,” he demanded, his voice raspy like he was in some kind of pain.
“I’m sorry—”
“No. Not that. Never apologize to me for being honest about your feelings. The thing before that. Say that again.”
My heart stuttered, then pounded back to life as prickly heat washed over me. He wanted to hear it again? Did that mean…
“I’m in love with you,” I blurted before I lost my nerve.
The last word had barely passed my lips when his hand snaked out, circled my wrist, and yanked me into his arms. His mouth pressed against mine, his tongue delving in to taste me as his hands slid around to squeeze my ass.
Coherent thought abandoned me as I kissed him back, relishing in the taste of him. The scent of him. The feel of him. It was all better than I remembered, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Sage,” he said, moving his mouth to my neck, which I tilted to give him better access. He sucked and licked at the skin for a moment, then pulled back, looking directly into my eyes. “I was going to wait for you. Until the school year was over. Until Daniel was out of elementary school completely. However long it took for you to feel comfortable with this, I was going to wait.”
“You were?” I croaked, my eyes stinging with a fresh wave of tears.
“I was, because you’re perfect for me. And I’m in love with you, too.”
He kissed me again, his mouth hungrier than before as he started to move, pushing me backward. I clung to him, my hands fisting in his shirt. One steely arm held me upright as his other hand slipped under my top. His fingers brushed over my waist, up my side to cup my breast through the satin material of my bra.
I moaned into Chase’s mouth, and he gave it right back as I bumped into the side of my car. Chase’s hands wrapped under my thighs, lifting me onto the trunk. The haze of lust cleared as the hot metal burned through the denim of my jeans.
“Wait,” I said breaking off the kiss. When Chase only changed direction, kissing a path down my throat to my chest, I did the only thing I could think of—I sucked in a deep breath and shouted, “Corn dog!”
Chase jerked away from me, breathing hard as he stared at me incredulously. I laughed, scooting off the trunk to stand in front of him.
“Sorry,” I said, giving him a wide smile, “but I don’t want sex on the trunk of my car…this time.” I shot him a wink, and one corner of his mouth turned up. “Follow me.”
I started walking toward the house, and Chase fell in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling my back flush against his chest. As I lifted my foot to climb up the steps onto the porch, he pulled me back.
“Is it safe to walk on?” he asked, and I turned my head to see him eyeing the sagging boards.
“It’s not quite ready to collapse, yet,” I said, shimmying out of his grasp. “Come on, I have something for you.”
I slid my hands into his, laughing when he tested the sturdiness of the bottom step despite my assurance that it was fine. I pulled him up with me, threw open the front door, and yanked him inside. I released him and took a step back as he surveyed the room.
I’d spread several fluffy blankets over the old carpet of the empty living room. Pillows were scattered over it, a few votive candles were burning, masking the old mildew scent that usually pervaded the place.
Chase turned to me, a frisky look in his eyes. “You did this for me? How romantic.”
He pulled me back into his arms, his mouth latching onto my neck as my fingers fisted in his hair.
“Actually, I did it for me,” I said, gasping as his fingers plucked at the button and zipper on my jeans. “I was hoping we’d end up in here so I could show you how much I missed you.”
“How much was that?” he asked, pulling me onto the pile of blankets before dropping to his knees and peeling my jeans down my legs before helping me step out of them.
“So much,” I moaned as his hands smoothed up my legs.
“Take off your shirt,” he said as his fingers pulled off my panties and tossed them aside.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. Chase motioned for me to keep going, so my bra quickly joined the heap of clothing. Chase kissed my belly before climbing to his feet to kiss me on the mouth.
“Lay down,” he said, whipping his shirt over his head in that one-handed way guys do.
I complied, stretching out on the blanket-nest while Chase pulled off his shorts and underwear. His cock jutted out proudly, and he wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it as I watched.
“First,” he said, moving to stand over me, “I’m going to make you come on my mouth because I’m starving for it.”
My insides clenched as he dropped to his knees, and spread my legs apart. His fingers trailed up my inner thighs and back down again, making me groan.
“Next, I’m going to spank you for calling us a fling when you didn’t mean it, and for staying away from me for so long. And you’re going to come again, this time on my fingers.”
Moisture gushed out of me at the mental picture his words conjured. God, I fucking missed this. I missed him.
“And you’re going to come a third time when I slide my hard cock into your wet pussy. Fuck.”
That last word popped out as his fingers swept through my folds, finding them swollen and slick with need. A finger pushed inside me, making me groan and buck my hips.
“Please, Chase,” I mumbled, riding his finger as he pumped it in and out.
He pushed my thighs apart, and his tongue replaced his finger, dipping inside me. Then he licked the length of my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth. The tip of his tongue flicked against it mercilessly before soothing the bud with slow circles.
I was writhing against the blankets, mumbling his name repeatedly as he worked me over. He didn’t stop when I screamed my release, but lapped up every drop until I was a boneless mass of goo. Crawling over me, he settled between my legs and focused on my breasts, licking and sucking until my core was clenching with need once more.
“The spanking will have to wait,” he murmured against my skin.
Before I could respond, he drove into me with a deep, guttural groan. He filled me deliciously, and my inner walls rippled and squeezed him as he held perfectly still with tense, bulging muscles and sweat dripping from his forehead.
He pushed himself up, and we locked eyes. He rolled his hips, making me moan as he leaned down to kiss me gently.
“I love you, Sage Barlow,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you, Chase Perry,” I replied with a smile of my own.
And then he started to move.
