“Layla! I wanna lay ya!” Yells out Kade. He does a little obscene grinding thrusting move with his pelvis.
Well, hell.
“You couldn’t handle this, Kade!” I banter.
“You are f**king hot, Layla!” James adds.
“Thank you, James,” I say sincerely.
Chase walks out of his room and his mouth opens. “Angel,” he says softly, but I hear him. “You look stunning Layla,” he whispers in my ear. I get goose bumps.
“Stop perving on my woman Kade!” Chase mock growls, as he’s looking at his brothers. They both grin, unrepentant. We say bye and then head out.
When Chase pulls up at Club Deception, I must say I am surprised. He is looking over at me, taking in my reaction.
“Aren’t you going to ask why we are here?”
“I assume it’s because you like it here?” I say stupidly.
“We met here,” he says simply.
“We did,” I agree.
“And I am now the owner,” he says proudly.
“What?” I burst out.
He nods. “Come on, let’s go in, I have something to show you.”
We walk into the VIP area, where it has been closed off and a dinner table set up with candles. It looks beautiful. Chase pulls my chair out for me and I take a seat. The music is still loud from downstairs, but with the doors closed we can still hear each other perfectly. We are served a delicious dinner, and Chase treats me like a princess. Chase puts some of his chocolate cheesecake on his fork and feeds it to me.
“You even eat sensually Layla, I don’t think you are even aware of it,” he says huskily.
I scoff. I don’t eat daintily at all. I just eat.
“I told you- you don’t even realize. How sexy you are, how f**king beautiful..”
He feeds me another mouth of cheesecake, his eyes half-mast and never leaving my lips. The sexual tension reaching an all-time high, he leans over and kisses the very corner of my mouth. “You have a little chocolate..” he murmurs, as he leans in again, this time kissing me on my mouth, giving me a deep kiss, which I greedily accept. When his lips finally leave mine, I am panting. Chase adjusts his pants, and I can’t help the smug smile that spreads on my lips. Chase sees it and bites me playfully on my neck.
“Let’s go home, Layla,” he says hoarsely.
We get home and I’m following him into his room, seduction on my mind. I start kissing him, removing his shirt. “Layla, I want to, so f**king bad, but not yet,” he pleads. I wonder how long his determination can hold out. I start kissing him again, tasting him. I rub my hand over his arousal, and he growls, stepping away from me.
“Layla, f**k! I want you so bad, it almost hurts. But you’re not ready,” he says, his voice full of need, and also a little regret.
“Don’t assume you know what I’m ready for, Chase!” I hiss, getting angry.
“Look Layla, I’ve never done this before. Gotten to know a woman before jumping into bed with her. Just bear with me, please. It will be worth it in the end, I promise you,” he begs.
“Fine,” I relent.
“I’ll make you feel so f**king good Layla. You are going to be so worth the wait. It’s f**king torture, but it’s what I need, okay?”
I nod slowly in agreement. We kiss goodnight and I leave his room, glancing at him one last time, before I close the door. He is raking his hands through his thick black hair, pulling at the strands at the end. I sigh. It’s a little hard being the only girl he won’t sleep with, even with his reasoning. I jump in my bed and force myself to go to sleep.
The next morning, after another night in my own bed, (Even though Chase ended up sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night again), I wake up before Chase and head into the kitchen to make breakfast. Chase wakes up about twenty minutes later, wearing nothing but a low slung pair of pajama pants. He is seriously hot.
“Mmmmm, smells good Layla,” he says, burying his face in my hair.
“It’s ready,” I tell him, putting the stove off.
Chase scoops me up in his arms and carries me to sit at the table. “You sit here,” He mumbles, heading back to the kitchen and pulling out two plates. He serves for both of us and even pours me a juice. We eat our meal together, touching each other at every opportunity.
Kade walks in while I’m loading the dishwasher, wearing basketball shorts and running shoes. Chase stares at him thoughtfully. “Nice of you to wear clothes around the house now that Layla is here,” he tells his brother. I almost drop my plate.
Kade clears his throat. “Well, I’m going for a run.” And he walks out, giving me a parting grin.
“What was that about,” Chase asks suspiciously.
“Nothing,” I say quickly. A little too quickly.
“Layla,” he growls, his body comes in closer, hands tightening on my waist in silent warning.
“Fine, but it was nothing, so don’t over react!”
Okay, well, maybe it was something. I did see Kade’s penis.
“Layla!” He almost shouts.
“There might have been a naked incident, or two,” I say, trying to play it off.
I watch as Chase clenches his jaw, almost grinding his teeth.
“You saw him naked?” he says slowly. I shrug nonchalantly. “I’m going to kill him,” he hisses.
I leave out the part of Kade seeing me half naked, because I’m smart like that.