Love Is Always Write Volume 4

behind him.
    "No, thank you." Owen wanted to be clear headed the rest of the night.
    Plates were being removed from the table, and people were saying their goodnights. Chase stood up and hugged Pierre. Owen stood up as Pierre stepped around Chase. Pierre hugged Owen. "It's good to see you," he said.
    "You too," Owen said as they stepped apart.
    Chase put an arm around Owen. They watched Pierre and several people leave. Chase kept shaking hands as people passed. Owen received hugs from people he knew. Grace stepped up and kissed his cheek.
    "Have fun at Richard's," she said. "I haven't seen you looking this happy in a long time."
    "Thanks." He took her hand. "Let me walk you to your car."
    "We'll all go," Chase said and headed towards the door.
    Stuart was settling the bill as they went outside. "I'll meet you at Richard's," he called out as they passed.
    Grace had a premium spot in front of Organically Thrown. "Not much of a walk," she laughed.
    "Good night." Owen hugged her. Chase kissed her cheek.
    Grace unlocked her car and looked up. Some emotion crossed her face, and she grinned. "It's a beautiful night," she said. Owen suspected she was thinking something entirely different.
    Grace drove away, and Chase led them to the parking lot behind the bakery. They came around the corner of the building, and Owen gaped at the car. It was a red vintage Ferrari.
    "My weakness," Chase said as he led Owen to the passenger side. Owen was so stunned he didn't say anything.
    Chase pressed the entire length of his body against Owen's. He reached down and unlocked the door as Owen stared at him. Chase flashed a smile and leaned down. He kissed Owen's neck, his ear, his temple, and then he pressed a kiss to his lips. Owen closed his eyes and slipped his hands around Chase, inside his suit jacket. He ran a hand along Chase's side as their lips parted and tongues met. He could taste the red wine Chase had been drinking.
    Chase inhaled deeply. "You smell amazing." Chase opened the car door and Owen got in.
    Chase walked around the car, opened the driver's side, and took his jacket off. He folded it and put it behind his seat. Owen smiled. Chase settled behind the wheel and started the car.
    Owen was checking out the interior details of the car. "She's beautiful," he said.
    "My dad is an auto mechanic. Vintage cars are a specialty. He restored this one and gave it to me for my twenty-first birthday." Chase shifted gears and hit the gas.
    "I like your dad's sense of style," Owen said.
    They arrived downtown in record time. Chase pulled into the parking garage and found a space. He got out of the car and came around to the passenger side. "You don't have to do that," Owen said as the car door swung open.
    "I like doing this." He smiled and leaned against the top of the door.
    Owen got out of the car. They stood there for a minute staring at each other. Owen took off the dress shirt he had put on for dinner and tossed it into the car. "Won't need that inside Richard's," he said.
    Chase smiled and undid his cufflinks. He slipped the links into his pocket. He began unbuttoning his shirt, and Owen sucked in a breath. Chase yanked the tail of his shirt out of his jeans and finished unbuttoning. He peeled the shirt off and tossed it on top of Owen's. Owen followed the white shirt as it landed. He turned back, and Chase was wearing a body hugging white tank top. Every muscle was clearly visible on his toned body, as well as the pierced nipples. Owen thought he might pass out.
    "Ready?" Chase put out his hand.
    "Oh yeah," Owen grabbed Chase's hand.
    Chase locked the car and set the alarm. They walked hand in hand until they reached the sidewalk. Chase tugged Owen close and wrapped an arm around him. The music from Richard's was pounding through the walls as they got closer to the entrance. There was a long line. Chase led them past the line to the front door. A huge bouncer in a leather vest nodded, and they went inside.
    Owen danced into the crowd and dragged Chase with him. Once they were near the middle of the dance floor, Owen turned around. He grabbed Chase's belt loops and tugged him closer. Chase put his hand on top of Owen's head. He slowly slipped his hand down the back of Owen's head to his neck. They danced with their gazes locked for several songs. Then Chase grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. Chase pressed up hard against Owen.
    Owen tilted his head back. Chase kissed him. His hand slid across Owen's stomach and began