The Chase

Chapter 4

I watch as Char walks out of the bathroom, her back straight.

Fuck!

I can't help myself as I punch the tiled wall not registering the pain.

Fuck!

She should have fucking told me.

Not like you would have stopped, my conscience taunts me, I've stopped listening to it years ago.

I rake my hand through my hair and make my way to Caleb's room but stop when the voices from inside reach me.

"I think he does feel bad for what happened." Jewel defends me.

"I know he does Jewel. Not once did he attempt to punch me back, do you know what a big deal that is for him. But she's my sister." His voice cracks and I know he's still angry.

"When the Anderson's brought me home she was five years old. She sat our parents down and asked them not to love her as much anymore because I needed it more. She shared every meal, every toy and made sure that when she got a hug, I would get two. I know what he does to girls and I never wanted that to happen to her."

If I didn't feel like shit before I certainly do now.

"Will you forgive him? Or her?" I strain to hear my best friends answer. He was the only kid on the block who gave the troubled English boy a chance. I spent most nights at their house and when my parents were away I'd even stay for days, which got more frequent the older I got. Char got lost in her dancing and Caleb and I got closer, even with all the differences, him being the golden boy quarterback and me being the bad boy player with all the tattoos, long hair and shitty attitude.

"There's not anything she could do that could make me love her any less. I'm disappointed yes, but I can't be angry at either of them. So I might as well make it difficult."

I can feel his smirk from outside the door and wonder what the little shit is up to. Deciding I've heard enough I lean against the door frame.

"I'm heading out. And I'm really sorry Caleb." I look at him so he knows I'm being sincere.

"Actually, Jewel and I had plans so would you mind staying with Char tonight, my dad won't be home till tomorrow evening and you know how she feels about being here alone?"

I'm sure he must see the shock on my face and I can't decide whether he's fucking with me or not. I know I heard correctly as Jewel also looks like her eyes are about to pop out of its sockets.

"Was that not you beating my ass less than half an hour ago and now you want me to stay here alone with her... Where's Erin?"

"She left. And yes I know what happened, but I also know you. You never return to the scene of the crime."

I would be hurt if what he said wasn't true. But it's become sort of a thing with the guys in our group to see how quickly I can get a girl into bed and they all know that once I've been with a girl I don't go back. I think some of the girl's might even see me as a challenge and try to get me to sleep with them again.

"Yeah whatever." I agree and leave to go and find Char.

I make my way to the backyard, knowing exactly where she'd be. I helped her dad and brother turn the shed into a dance studio for her a few summers ago. She was at dance camp and when she got back and saw it, this is where she stayed.

I enter quietly and watch as she moves fluidly to the haunting music, doing things with her body I didn't think were humanly possible. I clear my throat when I begin to feel a certain throb. What the fuck. It must be seeing her dance this way because it can't possibly be for the girl.

She stops and turns to face me, out of breath and sweat glistening on her skin. I watch as Char walks over to her music system to turn it off and fuck, her ass in those tights does nothing to help my already uncomfortable situation. She throws her head back to swallow down some water and all I see is my lips on her neck not more than an hour ago. As she puts her bottle on the ground I reach her in a few long strides and push her up against the wall, my lips on hers ignoring the sting from my busted lip. With my hands at the back of her thighs I lift her against the wall and grind in to her. When a moan escapes her sweet lips I take this as an opportunity to dip my tongue inside. She tugs at my hair and it drives me fucking crazy.

"Let me show you." I demand between kisses.

"Show me what?"

"What your first time should have been like."

Charisse nods and I lead her through the gate separating the Anderson's home from mine.