Unchartered Waters ✅

Chapter 76: Frazzled

Alex's POV

Tuesday, January 6 – Charlotte, North Carolina.

Must finish the to-do list. Must get through the remaining items that are sitting before me, from double checking those front-end bolts, to getting everything loaded. Shoot, where did I put that box?

Normally, I could come into the shop, get focused on the tasks at hand, and be totally emerged without any issues. It was the escape for anything that I was dealing with, hence why I enjoyed it so much. But yet today, no matter how I seemed to try and concentrate, I couldn't focus.

My mind kept wandering back to yesterday and her words, and the simple fact of how close she was able to get. If she was able to easily get that close to me, what if she was able to do the same thing to him? What if she came back around, even more angry, and took what she was going to do a step further? What if inflicted more harm?

"You seem frazzled," I hear as footsteps enter the shop. I was so stuck on my thoughts that I hadn't heard the truck roll-up – great security system here, right? Though I knew the voice right away, and it brought comfort for me in him being here.

If he was here, he was safe. If he was here, she wasn't able to get to him alone. If he was here, it answered all of my questions. However, it also emphasized what I was thinking about in knowing what he went through, the pain brought on by it, and the fear that occurred in knowing she was found not guilty.

"It's okay to tell me what's going on," he adds, as he wraps his arms around me from behind as I looked over the tool chest, laying his head on his shoulder. It felt great to be in his arms, so safe and secure, knowing we could tackle the world together. it was also great to know that I had someone to talk to, even if we both hated the topic.

"I still can't get Kaitlyn out of my mind," I reveal, against my better judgment. I didn't want to seem like I was afraid or worried. I was supposed to be the strong one for him in helping him get through what happened. How are you doing that by caving right in front of him?

"That's why I am here – to be here for you, for us to support each other." It seemed ridiculous that to be the reason for his appearance. I mean, she just talked and uttered words. It wasn't like I should need support. It was him who needed the support as he was her target.

"But what if she com-"

"Let her come back, Alex. We've got each other to remain strong against her, the dogs to protect us and we know Fletcher will do anything, and I have a trusty piece of paper." I watch as he pulls out the sheet from his pocket, unfolding it into my view. It wasn't hard to get the restraining order, given her recent trail of events even if a jury found her innocent. It was just nice to see the hard copy before us. "A simple call, and she's locked up for violating this. She's also locked up for trespassing onto your property without permission."

"How can you be so strong?" It just came out of me, but I was supposed to be his rock. It didn't seem fair that the tables were now turned with him comforting me.

"Because I know that I have strong friends to support me in you and Ryan. I know that I have the right tools in place to ensure that she can't hurt me, again." I couldn't help but smile as our eyes locked together, knowing that those words meant everything.

"And no matter what I am feeling, I will always be here for you." Just because my mind was frazzled and out of whack, it did not cause me to take away from my purpose at hand which was being the caring friend.

"I'm glad, because I wouldn't want to lose this with you." He then leans in, brushing his lips against mine. They tasted so sweet, so perfect. They were everything. I guess he could sense me getting lost in that moment, as he allowed those lips to trail down my neck, pushing me against the toolbox. I wasn't getting any work done anyway, so might as well have some fun, right?

Wrapping my arms around him, I allow him to have the total control in throwing my head back, giving him as much real estate as possible to play with despite the sweater that I was wearing. Love me, Chase, love me fully, and give me the perfect distraction.

"Feels good, eh?" He questions, and I think that was pretty obvious as I was easily allowing the sweater to be removed to give him more real estate to work with. Please allow those kisses to trail my whole body, hun, as that'd be perfection.

As he begins to continue the trail now along the length of my shoulder, my hands lower on his back to his bum cheeks, giving that perfected shape the perfect squeeze hold it deserves. How does one have something so perfect?

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he assures me, sucking on the edge of my shoulder in perfection as a moan escapes my lips. God damn, Chase. He easily picked up on it, though, moving to my nipples, and sucking on them in the same fashion. The more he suckles, the harder I grow.

"Fuck Chase," I let out, totally warped in the feelings that he is offering me right now. If he kept this up, I wouldn't be able to withstand this much longer without totally craving.

"Soon baby, soon..." I hope he's right in those words as temptation is certainly not allowing me to withstand this much longer, and I hope he knows that in feeling my hardened cock against him.

He was getting closer, at least, as the trail continued, with a lick circle around my belly button. A mix of giggles and moan escape – it tickled, but damn it was so close to where I wanted him to be that I couldn't resist the feelings that I had.

"Those giggles are adorable," he comments, as his finger tips trace along the edge of the pants, and I can only hope for one thing to happen – quick removal. He had done enough teasing. He had certainly gotten my mind focused on one thing. Now please deliver so I can have the perfect escape.

"Not soon enough," I confess, arching myself even more so he could feel my cock up against his body, knowing that it wanted to be taken care of just as much as the rest of me.

My motion got his attention, as he slid the pants down, followed by the boxers underneath to reveal my hardened cock underneath. That's right baby, enjoy what I have for you.

"Need you," I moan to him, the tip crying for his attention and approval at the very immediate moment.

"I know baby," he assures me, stroking the edge with just the tip of his finger. He then strokes the full length, using more of his finger each time. Fuck Chase, just suck me already please.

"Please..." If I kept saying it, would he please deliver what I needed?

"Your dripping for me..." Fuck, I hadn't even realized the bit of pre-cum that was on the tip, until his tongue brushed across. It was at that moment where he licked the full length, another moan escaped. Another lick, another moan. It just continued one after the other. I wanted the full appreciation, please and thank you.

"Taste it, savor it, love me Chase..." I needed the release so bad, and feeling just his tongue wasn't enough. He knew this, finally taking me in full, slowly at first, sucking the length bit by bit, increasing the rate as I remained pressed against the cold metal of the toolbox.

Holy fucking damn, I could get used to this experience in the shop every day. If this was the reason things did not get done, then fuck, I'd be totally fine with that as this was everything.