A Fighting Heart

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

The show goes perfectly, and by that I mean Chase and Ty can walk afterwards. The boys are always a little bruised up, but they don’t ever seem to care. Sadly, neither made the proper eight seconds, but they’re both excited to have another go tomorrow. 

“This is going to be an incredible night,” Gigi says from in front of the bathroom mirror, where she’s applying her last bit of mascara. She’s wearing a top made from a bandana and shorts that leave very little up to the imagination. 

“You do realize Ty’s going to want to come back to bed the second he sees you in that, right?” I ask, raising my eyebrows. 

“I’d be okay with that,” Gigi says with a shrug, placing a hand on her hip. “Now you, spin.” 

I sigh and stand, fluffing out my hair and turning around. “God that corset makes your boobs look good,” Gigi says, poking at my pushed-up chest. 

“Hey,” I stick out my tongue, covering up my slightly exposed chest. 

“And I swear those jeans are painted right on your skin!” Gigi exclaims, poking at me some more. Kicking my boot her way, she shrieks and jumps back, sticking out her tongue.

“Come on then, let’s get this night started,” I laugh, lacing my arm in hers. We leave Chase and my room and head to Gigi and Ty’s, where the boys are waiting. Knocking on the door once, we wait. It takes half a minute for Ty to finally open the door, and when he does, his eyes nearly pop out of his skull. Chase comes up behind him, smiling when our eyes meet. 

“Hey, man?” Ty asks, but it comes out hoarse and he coughs to clear his throat. “I think I’m coming down with something.. Maybe Gigi and I should just stay here for a little while and then if I’m feeling better we can come meet y’all.” 

I look at Gigi who is biting her lip smugly and roll my eyes. “You heard the man,” Chase says with a shrug, stepping out into the hallway and motioning for Gigi to take his place in the room. 

“Have a goodnight sweetie,” she says, kissing me on the cheek. 

“You too,” I reply with a wink. Gigi laughs and winks back, following Ty and leaving Chase and me alone in the hallway. “We’re at least still going, right?” I ask pouting. 

“If you keep pouting like that, I don’t think we are,” Chad says smirking, lifting my chin and leaning down to kiss me. I grab the collar of his button-down and bite his lip gently. Hearing him groan, I pull away.
“Coming with me now will definitely be worth it later,” I whisper, giving him one more quick kiss. Laughing, Chase follows me down the hallway, taking my hand and hitting the elevator button. 

“Let’s get to this club then.” 

***

Billy Bob’s is packed by the time we get there, and the music is playing loud. “Tequila before dancing?” Chase asks with a wink. 

“Maybe one shot,” I say with a laugh, letting him lead me to the bar. We do our shot and bite the lime. 

“Now we dance,” Chase says, kissing my cheek. Again he takes my hand, leading me, and I follow right on to the packed dance floor. Spinning me around, Chase pulls me close so we’re pressed together, chest to chest. I slip my hand up around his neck and circle my hips. 

“Have I told you that you look incredible tonight yet?” he says into my ear, pulling on it gently with his teeth. I close my eyes, moaning at the sensation it gives me, and smile. 

“You’re not too bad yourself, cowboy,” I say, twisting around so he’s pressed against my back. I bend slightly and grind further into him, then straighten back up and turn so we’re face to face. 

“Do you have any idea how much you turn me on when you call me that?” he asks, brushing his lips against mine, teasing. Closing my eyes I kiss him hard, and then let myself get lost in the song. I don’t know how long we dance, but an hour or so in our skin is glistening and my feet are aching. 

“You wanna get out of here?” I ask, and a knowing smile spreads over Chase’s lips. Matching his smile I take his hand and take the lead, pulling him out of the honky tonk and into the cool Texas night. 

It takes us much less time to get back to the hotel, and before I can even register where we are, Chase has me pressed against the door of our room, fumbling with the key. When he finally slides it through and the door clicks open, we’re already breathless. Stepping into the dark, I listen as Chase shuts the door behind us. Turning, we stand a few feet apart in the middle of the room. The moonlight is dull through the curtain but casts a dim glow, leaving just enough visible. 

Chase takes three slow steps forwards, until we’re a finger length apart. Reaching up, I begin undoing the bottles of his shirt, slowly, one by one, until I can pull the fabric off his shoulder. It drops on the floor and I run my fingers along his strong chest, his muscular stomach. He takes the cue that it’s his turn and begins undoing the clasps of my corset. Piece by piece it comes apart until it to is resting on the floor. Next come his pants and then mine, and then everything else. Slowly, deliberately we move, until there’s nothing left. It’s just the two of us. 

“If you want this, you just have to ask?” Chase says. I can’t take my eyes off his as he takes another step forward. “Ask Savannah,” he says, leaning in and brushing his nose against mine. “Savannah,” he begs, wrapping his arm around my waist, tracing his fingers along my back. 

“Please?” 

I gasp as Chase grabs me, picking me up. I wrap my arms around his neck as his lips engulf mine, smothering them. A moment later we’re on the bed and he’s on top of me, holding me. I can feel his touch on every inch of my skin. He kisses me hard and I grab his strong back, digging my fingers in. He groans against my lips and I feel his body, warm and hard over mine. 

When he pulls away I let out a whimper. I can see the passion in his eyes as he holds himself above me, studying my body, memorizing me. 

“I think it’s time I show you a few of my tricks.” 

***

Breathless and content, we rest. I listen to the sound of Chase’s heart, my head on his chest, tracing circles on the bare skin of his abdomen. In the dim moonlight, I can’t see the bruises, but I feel them. Running my fingers along their surface, I’m careful not to press to hard. “Is it painful?” I ask, looking up at Chase’s peaceful face. He opens his eyes and looks down at me. 

“Sometimes,” he says truthfully. Then he leans down and kisses my nose. “You’re not worried about me getting hurt, are you? Because girlfriends worry...” he trails off, smirking at me. 

I look up at him innocently and say, “Honestly, I don’t know if I like you enough to worry.” Resting my head back on his chest I smile. “Yet,” I say quietly. Chase moves from under me and I look back up to find him grinning. 

“Yet,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. He’s warm and soft and I can’t help melt as he pulls me closer. “I think ‘yet’ is a damn good word.”