involved with us than just jerking off while watching us together. Not that I was going to be telling him that.
"Unlikely," I tossed back. "Not unless you get that parrot."
Chase launched a pillow at me from his bed and I laughed as I made a run for it, escaping before it could hit me and charging downstairs.
I grabbed the wheelchair Chase had come home with from hospital and half pushed, half tossed it down the stairs into the garage before somehow heaving the heavy as shit thing up into the back of my jeep. Then I reclined the passenger seat as far as it would go and stuffed a few pillows in the footwell.
I quickly started up the engine then pulled the car out of the garage and parked it outside the front door, ignoring the Harlequins Fox had left manning the gates of the property as they shot me curious looks.
By the time I made it back up the stairs, I found Chase dressed in the shorts I'd laid out for him and smirked as I let my imagination run over how he'd managed to pull them over his leg with his big ass cast stopping him from bending his knee.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?" he asked.
"Don't you like it when I smile?"
"Not like that. You're clearly up to something."
"Duh. We're heading out despite the badger's strictest warnings. Now come and ass bump down the stairs or we're gonna be late."
"I'm not ass bumping anywhere."
I smirked at the challenge that presented me with then darted into his room, snatched his crutches and ran to the window with them.
“Rogue, what the hell are you-”
Chase didn’t need to finish that question because I’d already thrown his window open and launched the crutches out of it. They fell into the pool with a loud splash and I slapped a hand over my mouth with an exaggerated gasp.
“Oh my god, Chase, your crutches just committed suicide rather than listen to another grumpy word coming out of your mouth!”
Chase gaped at me for several long seconds then finally broke a laugh. “Sometimes I dunno whether I hate you or love you,” he growled at me.
“Loving me is way more fun,” I promised, skipping back across the room towards him as the weight of his gaze on me increased and I was pretty certain we were both thinking about those three little words I’d spoken to him when The Dollhouse was caving in. But today was about something far more important than our emotional baggage so I just gave him a nudge towards the door without mentioning it. "I'll ass bump with you. It'll be fun. Besides, I can't support your weight on the stairs and you know it. If you fall over there's no way I can hold your big muscly ass up, so bumping is the safest bet."
Chase grumbled as I guided him down to sit on the top step, but I just knocked my shoulder against his and leaned in to whisper to him.
"Last one to the bottom is a frigid duck." I shoved off the step, my ass hitting the next one down and Chase cursed as he fell for the game, grabbing my arm to stop my advance as he butt scooted past me.
"Hey!" I complained, smacking his hand off of me while he snorted in amusement and took the lead.
Chase kept bumping down the stairs and I smirked at him as I got to my feet and ran after him, leaping over his broken leg and landing at the foot of the stairs while he still had three to go.
"I win," I announced, flashing him a grin as I held a hand out to him.
"You fucking cheated," Chase said, taking my hand in his and letting me haul him back up onto his good leg.
He stumbled as he tried to get his balance and I ended up crushed beneath his bulk against the wall at the foot of the stairs. His hard body was all muscly and tempting and I got way too carried away with my pirate fantasy as he pinned me there like a damsel who’d been found floating out at sea on a piece of driftwood, then hauled onto Captain Ace’s ship where he drove his plank into my sunken chest and-
"Fuck. Sorry," he said, shoving against the wall to right himself and quickly running a hand through his hair so that it fell down over his eye patch in some dumb attempt