woman. He was her friend. She liked him. She’d felt passion
with him. They could have been very good friends with benefits and no-strings
wouldn’t have been a problem. He’d made her body sing the same way Chase had,
yet it wasn’t the same.
Motherfucker.
There was no more dying it. She was head over ass in love
with Chase Donovan.
Chapter Nine
She fled the closet as if it were on fire, barely
registering the people she shoved out of her way. Anne didn’t know where she
was going, all that mattered was getting out of the frat house. It had been a
stupid idea to come.
It had been even stupider to have crossed that line with
Chase and then, when given the opportunity to quietly back into safer territory,
barrel forward, stomping on land mines as she went.
Anne was in such a hurry to get out of there, she didn’t see
the brick wall of Chase in front of her. He caught her against his chest.
“This is just like middle school too. Leaving the dance in
tears?”
“I’m not crying,” she growled. And if she had been, she
wouldn’t have told him about it.
He tilted her chin up with his fingers. “Didn’t have a good
time with Seth?”
Anne couldn’t determine whether he actually cared or if he
was being cruel.
“Or did you have too good a time?” Chase leaned
closer and whispered, “Did he get you ready for me?”
His words were a thousand needles on her skin. They made it
crystal clear he wasn’t emotionally invested, and likely wasn’t going to be.
She was just a place to put his cock. As much as that should have made her want
to put space between them, she wanted to take what she could get even more.
He’d maneuvered them outside before she realized it and his
hands on her hips were scorching her through her jeans. Chase led her to a
small shed and pulled her inside.
Anne knew she should push him away, tell him to stop. That
she couldn’t do this because being with him meant more to her than it did him,
but she couldn’t find the words.
“Tell me about it, Anne.” He bent his head to her throat.
“Did he kiss you here? Does it make you hot to think of me tasting his mouth on
you?” He fastened his mouth to the tender curve between her shoulder and neck.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders and tilted her head
back to offer more. His hands slid down to cup her ass and press her hard
against him, and she could feel his thick cock.
“Have you imagined taking us both?”
Anne gasped as the forbidden imagery spurred her need. “What
about you, Chase? Did Gin make you hard?” She slipped her hand down to unbutton
his jeans and free his cock.
“Yes.” His hands were beneath her shirt now, filled with her
breasts. “Because when her hot little tongue was swiping against my lips, I
imagined it doing the same to your clit.”
“Chase!” She gasped again as another wave of heat flooded
her pussy.
“It’s only fantasy, right?” He made small whorls over her
nipples with his thumbs.
“Imagining us together was only fantasy too.” She
pushed his jeans down his hips. “I didn’t like that you went in the closet with
Gin,” Anne confessed against his mouth before she could stop herself. “And if
we’re going to keep doing this, I want to be exclusive.”
He pushed her up on a worktable, tugging her jeans and
panties off as he knelt in front of her. “You should have said so. I thought
there wasn’t anything we couldn’t tell each other?”
Chase pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee and she
shivered, spreading her legs wider for him. “It didn’t bother you to see me
with Seth?”
“I didn’t see you. I left when you went inside.” His breath
ghosted over her wet pussy. “And I know he can’t make you feel like I do.”
There was the arrogance that would serve him so well in his
chosen profession. It stung that he didn’t care someone else had touched her,
kissed her.
“But he can,” Anne blurted. “He made me so wet with his
hands, his mouth—”
with him. They could have been very good friends with benefits and no-strings
wouldn’t have been a problem. He’d made her body sing the same way Chase had,
yet it wasn’t the same.
Motherfucker.
There was no more dying it. She was head over ass in love
with Chase Donovan.
Chapter Nine
She fled the closet as if it were on fire, barely
registering the people she shoved out of her way. Anne didn’t know where she
was going, all that mattered was getting out of the frat house. It had been a
stupid idea to come.
It had been even stupider to have crossed that line with
Chase and then, when given the opportunity to quietly back into safer territory,
barrel forward, stomping on land mines as she went.
Anne was in such a hurry to get out of there, she didn’t see
the brick wall of Chase in front of her. He caught her against his chest.
“This is just like middle school too. Leaving the dance in
tears?”
“I’m not crying,” she growled. And if she had been, she
wouldn’t have told him about it.
He tilted her chin up with his fingers. “Didn’t have a good
time with Seth?”
Anne couldn’t determine whether he actually cared or if he
was being cruel.
“Or did you have too good a time?” Chase leaned
closer and whispered, “Did he get you ready for me?”
His words were a thousand needles on her skin. They made it
crystal clear he wasn’t emotionally invested, and likely wasn’t going to be.
She was just a place to put his cock. As much as that should have made her want
to put space between them, she wanted to take what she could get even more.
He’d maneuvered them outside before she realized it and his
hands on her hips were scorching her through her jeans. Chase led her to a
small shed and pulled her inside.
Anne knew she should push him away, tell him to stop. That
she couldn’t do this because being with him meant more to her than it did him,
but she couldn’t find the words.
“Tell me about it, Anne.” He bent his head to her throat.
“Did he kiss you here? Does it make you hot to think of me tasting his mouth on
you?” He fastened his mouth to the tender curve between her shoulder and neck.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders and tilted her head
back to offer more. His hands slid down to cup her ass and press her hard
against him, and she could feel his thick cock.
“Have you imagined taking us both?”
Anne gasped as the forbidden imagery spurred her need. “What
about you, Chase? Did Gin make you hard?” She slipped her hand down to unbutton
his jeans and free his cock.
“Yes.” His hands were beneath her shirt now, filled with her
breasts. “Because when her hot little tongue was swiping against my lips, I
imagined it doing the same to your clit.”
“Chase!” She gasped again as another wave of heat flooded
her pussy.
“It’s only fantasy, right?” He made small whorls over her
nipples with his thumbs.
“Imagining us together was only fantasy too.” She
pushed his jeans down his hips. “I didn’t like that you went in the closet with
Gin,” Anne confessed against his mouth before she could stop herself. “And if
we’re going to keep doing this, I want to be exclusive.”
He pushed her up on a worktable, tugging her jeans and
panties off as he knelt in front of her. “You should have said so. I thought
there wasn’t anything we couldn’t tell each other?”
Chase pressed his mouth to the inside of her knee and she
shivered, spreading her legs wider for him. “It didn’t bother you to see me
with Seth?”
“I didn’t see you. I left when you went inside.” His breath
ghosted over her wet pussy. “And I know he can’t make you feel like I do.”
There was the arrogance that would serve him so well in his
chosen profession. It stung that he didn’t care someone else had touched her,
kissed her.
“But he can,” Anne blurted. “He made me so wet with his
hands, his mouth—”
Similar Books
