Chasing You (Terrell Clarricoates Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

I push him back and he plops on the bed. He grips my waist and pulls me in. I crawl on top of him and straddle his lap with my knees on either side of him. I move my hips slowly and his breathing speeds. He tugs at my shirt before lifting it over my head. I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra as he pulls his shirt off and tosses it to the side. I stare down at his chest before he leans in and presses his lips to mine, taking my focus off of his body. I reach my hands down and fumble with his belt buckle. I unzip his jeans and he pushes me to my feet. I stand as he pulls my jeans down my legs. He looks up at me but before he's able to say anything I climb up on his lap again. I attach my lips to his neck as I hear a foil packet rip. He begins kisses my shoulder which tells me he's done. I lift my hips and he aids. He placed himself at my entrance before slowly lowering my hips.

This isn't something I would ever do. I don't know if it's the lack of fucks I give or the alcohol but every ounce of my body wants this. Yet there's still that part of me that wonders if this will end in caught feelings and broken hearts.

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"You're gonna sleep here tonight," he says as I pull my shirt back over my head. He adds a few pillows to the bed.

"So demanding," I reply as I continue to get dressed.

"I'm not letting you leave considering how much you drank," he explains. I crawl up and lay on a pillow. He sits in the bed doing something on his phone.

"Do I get to ask you questions now?" He finally speaks before setting his phone down on the nightstand.

"What?"

"You got to question me. You're a stranger in my house, therefore I should get to question you now," he says matter of factly.

"Do you always greet strangers like that?" I laugh. He laughs too.

"Okay," Sounds fair to me that he gets to interrogate me.

"What's up with your boyfriend?" He asks.

"Strong right off the bat huh?" I chuckle softly. He shrugs.

"Um, I don't know. He's complicated," I reply.

"Why are you with him?" He asks.

"I ask myself that same question sometimes," I say.

"Are you scared to leave him?" He asks. I look over at him and he's studying my face.

"Sometimes," I say softly.

"What happened tonight with you two?" He doesn't judge my answers. I like that about him. He's definitely not judging me for cheating if that's what you want to call it. In my book we were done so it wasn't cheating.

"I walked in on him with someone," I say casually.

"Why aren't you upset about it?"

"I don't know. He's never cheated before, that I know of at least. I guess I was waiting for him to fuck up so I could walk away," I reply. My reason is messed up, trust me I know.

"Hitting you wasn't fucked up enough?" He asks. I sit up quickly.

"What?" I question. Terrell points at my arm.

"It's a pretty decent size bruise," he says. I pull my sleeve down to cover it. Daniel didn't mean to.

"It wasn't like that," I defend.

"Sure seemed like it," he says calmly.

"You don't know me," I speak. He looks away before making strong eye contact.

"In the line of work that I do, I can read people like an open book. No, I don't know you, but I can make a pretty damn good guess. And I'm guessing I'm pretty accurate considering your response," he says as he studies my reaction.

"And what line of work would that be?" I change the subject.

"Business," he shrugs.

"You're not gonna tell me anything about the mafia are you?" I say more as a statement than a question.

"It's safer that way," he mumbles. I glance at him. He's not as bad as people think. He's kind. He never made me feel judged in my responses. He's just trying to understand me. I don't know why, there isn't much to understand.

"You should get some sleep," he says. I nod slowly and lay my head down on the pillow. He shuts off the lights and does the same. There's a solid 6 inches between us. Why do I wish that gap was smaller?