All Chapters of One Last Chase: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Ari swallowed hard when she remembered what was on the top closet. She felt her neck and her face were burning. She took her yoga pants and a shirt from her drawer, with her undies, and then she went to the bathroom to grab her toiletries and a clean towel before she closed the door behind her.She used Tripp’s bathroom since he was sleeping in her bedroom. In her mind, she was acting like a fool. Tripp was her husband, and he’d seen him naked and exposed in Vegas.She made sure to shower pretty quickly before the devil woke up. She was in the middle of tucking her towel securely around her chest when she bumped into hard solid rock—a hard solid rock of a fine and warm chest.“Fuck,” a groggy voice cursed after a curse.“Oh, my God. Are you okay?” She found Tripp lying flatly on the ground, his hand on his chest “I didn’t hit you hard, did I?” When she lifted her gaze to his face, his gaze was scrutinizing her—from her bare wet legs up to her thighs. She didn’t shiver from her still w

“Can I help you?” Tripp swung the screen door open.“Who are you?” Such a rude son of a bitch, making Tripp clench his jaw hard.He was about to tell him about his relationship with Ari, but then, he gave her enough trouble that one more wrong move, he would find himself outside this house. “I’m staying with Ari for a while while I am still healing.”The dude nodded in understanding. “You’re the guy who got into an accident.” Could he not see the bruises? Finally, he guessed it right. “Trace, right?” Motherfucker. He fought the urge not to roll his eyes. Wait a sec, was he hitting on his wife? He clenched his teeth harder before he spoke. “I’m Tripp Wrylee. A friend of Mayor Dax Easton. My sister Charleigh is married to Bryce Chase.” Why did he even bother telling him?“Name’s Tinsley. Just wanna give this to Ari. Freshly picked from the orchard.” He didn’t even bother to offer his hand for a handshake. He picked up the basket of peaches and offered it to Tripp.Who the fuck care abo

“Your phone,” she said in a groggy voice, turning away from him.Tripp was not definitely dreaming—his heart could clarify that—it beat faster, and all his senses were fully awake.“Sorry.” He finally got to reach his phone—it was a call from Charleigh. He pressed the end button and texted her instead. Ari didn’t move in her side. Tripp was worried that she might get up and pretend that this moment never happened.“Can you move back?” He reached out for his wife’s hand. What he wasn’t expecting was for Ari to comply. She draped her arm and leg around his. She then pressed her nose against his shoulder like she used to do when they were in the hotel bed in Vegas.“Why is your bag on the floor?”Tripp pressed his lips on top of her head and put his chin over. “As much as it hurts me, I want you to give him a chance. If it won’t work, I’m still here waiting for you.” He ignored the tightness in his chest while he was telling his wife to entertain another man.He did terrible things to he

They barely got inside the house before Tripp had his hands all over his wife— a hand moved to her nape, fisting her hair tightly in his grasp as he pressed her against the door.“Should I stop?” His voice was pure sex—deep and husky. His warm breathing fanned her face as he forcibly craned her to move closer, look her in the eye that showed so much eagerness.“Don’t,” she said breathlessly.One word coming from her made him growl like an animal before he attacked her, crushed his mouth to his wife’s, taking every breath into him. He plunged his tongue deep, taking over, demanding as he swirled and stabbed as he kept his fist in place. The pain in his chest should bother him, but his whole being came to life, every living cell in his body ignited and his skin lit on fire.His wife accepted everything he gave— wholeheartedly—the pleasure, the fire, the connection between them as she welcomed the unbearable ache between her thighs and on her pebbled nipples against the fabric of her br

It was not the stiff cold night that woke him up or the yellow light from the lamp on the nightstand, or the pain from his injury when he missed the dose of his painkillers or the warm breathing against his neck—it was the emptiness twisting in the pit of his stomach, and the empty space at the other side of his bed.Before he dozed to slumber, he had so many things he wanted to say to his wife—he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how they fit perfectly together, how amazing he felt when he was inside her, or how he wanted her over and over again. He wanted some answers to his unanswered questions.He was expecting tender and feather kisses on his shoulder to wake him up. He thought a good pillow talk would be nice when they woke up. Instead, he found himself alone in the room, cold, and lonely.Did she regret her impulsive decisions? Was she going back to being a cynical woman and evasive toward him?He sat on the bed alone. He could still feel her pussy gripping around his c