Chasing Us (Chasing #2) Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Chasing Series by Ella Goode
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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I drop my hand between her legs and press the heel of my hand against her sex. She gasps. “Right now I’m having thoughts about you that I shouldn’t be having, and it’s not just about taking you. It’s about taking you hard. Putting you on your knees, chaining you up, making you deep throat my cock until your eyes water and I can see the outline of my shaft in your neck.”

I grind my hand harder, reveling in the way she shudders and moans. I knew it would be this good. My dick hardens to steel. I throb with need. I’m going to take her right here in the—

“Right here in the jail?” she pants.

The real world rushes back into my head, along with a healthy dollop of sense. I drop my forehead to hers in sad recognition. This is not the place or time for us to be making love, not even the tender, virginal kind.

“Maybe not your first time,” I concede.

“Your hand is still on my…down my…you know,” she struggles to say.

“Your pussy? Technically I’m not there yet, but I’d like to be. I’m sure it’s warm and juicy—like your mouth.” I give her one last thorough kiss before pushing away from her. “Go sit in the chair like a good girl, and don’t make me put you back in the cell.” I point her toward an empty chair next to the small round table and then hide myself behind the desk. I re-apply myself to the case, making phone calls, following up on interviews. I pin up a couple more details on the murder board.

Head pounding, I return to my chair with a regretful sigh and peer over at Mel, who has been quietly reading a book. At one point, she got up from her chair. I rose, too, but she said she was just going to the vending machine to get herself a candy bar. She was only gone for a minute, but it took thirty for my heart rate to go down even after she returned. “How long have you had diabetes?”

She groans loudly and flips a page without looking up. “Does it really matter?”

“You take shots for it or do you manage your diet?”

“Meds and diet for now.” She narrows her eyes. “Why? Are you turned off by the insulin port?”

“No,” I reply flatly. “The port would be sexy because it keeps you healthy. I'm not going to be turned off by anything that keeps you alive and kicking. Tomorrow we’ll go to the hospital and get my blood drawn to see if I’m a match for you.”

“For what? A kidney? I do not need a kidney from you.” The frown deepens.

Other than when I kissed her, Mel always seems pissed at me. I’m going to chalk that up to sexual frustration because my perpetual state of horniness puts me in a constant state of orneriness. The only solution is to fuck, and in the state I’m in, I don’t think I could solve a round of Clue. I jerk open the desk drawer, grab my keys, and shove away from the desk.

Her eyes widen as I approach. “You are not putting me back into the cell,” she warns with her hands up.

“I know. We’re leaving.”

“I’ve been staying in my chair except for that one time when I needed a little sugar.”

“I said we are leaving. Not you.” I haul her upright and throw open the door. An unfamiliar face in the dispatcher’s chair greets me.

“Sheriff?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Colin.” He clears his throat. “The night dispatcher.”

I glance up at the clock to see that it’s past dinner. “Shit. No wonder we’re both in a bad mood.” I start for the door with Mel in tow. “I have my radio. Give me a buzz if anything comes in.”

“Copy that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me what time it was?” I lightly chide Mel. “You need more than a handful of Skittles and a candy bar.”

“You were busy earlier.” She shrugs. “I’m not going to bother you while you’re trying to solve a crime. I wouldn’t want you in the classroom while I’m trying to teach either.”

“All right, but next time, you tell me when it’s time to break for a meal. I need to eat just as much as you do.” I put her inside the car and then climb behind the wheel. “Do you have steak at home? I’ll grill two of them for us.”

“I don’t. I have peanut butter and some ham for a sandwich.”

“Good enough for me, but tomorrow I’m stocking you up.”

“Are you moving in?”

“Yeah.”

“Did we talk about this?”

“Not really, but if I’m bedding you, we’re living together. Once the murder is solved, we’ll get married.”

“Married?” she nearly shouts.

“I’m not letting you sleep with me without putting a ring on it. I can’t have you thinking I’m easy.” I flash her a big grin and then press the gas pedal. I’m speeding, but who’s gonna check me? I’m the chief.



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