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I worked a third finger inside her. “I love you, Jett. I love you, baby.”

“Chasin…oh, God…”

Within minutes, Jett was giving me my favorite thing in the world, and that was her cum all over my face. Next to staring at her endlessly, this was my most favorite thing in the world. I loved eating her out in a way that I knew I’d never get enough of this shit. Making Jett come undone felt like a privilege every time that I did it, something that I was never going to take for granted.

When Jett finally caught her breath, I knew what she was going to say. “Chasin-”

“Not yet, baby,” I told her. “I’m not done down here.”

“Chasin, please…”

“I’m still hungry, and your legs are still wrapped around my head, so I’m not going anywhere just yet,” I teased, finally happy to be doing this in a bed with all the time in the world.

“Please,” she begged, and fuck if her begging didn’t always get me rock hard.

“I’m not done,” I repeated. “When I’m done, then I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“I want you inside me,” she whimpered. “That’s what I want.”

Letting her decide for herself, I quickly rolled off her, removed every piece of clothing that I had on, then laid down next to her, my cock hard and ready for whatever she needed. If we were going to do this, then I was going to let her set the pace, handing her the control for the first time ever.

“Ride me, Jett,” I told her. “Show me what you can do with that sweet cunt of yours.”

The stubborn girl wasted no time straddling me, and my heart nearly stopped in my chest when she smiled down at me. “This is our first time in a bed, Chasin.”

“I love you, Jett,” I said, unable to say anything else with her smiling down at me like that.

“I know you do,” she replied softly.

“No, baby,” I chuckled. “I don’t think that you do.”

Chapter 30

Jett~

My body felt like it’d been torpedoed by missiles created for absolute annihilation. Even though Chasin had treated me as tenderly as he could last night, everything that was my life had hit me mercilessly this morning when I’d woken up. With the both of us skipping school this morning, the hot bath that Chasin had run for me still hadn’t done much to ease all the aches that were paining me now. While Doctor Horn had prescribed me some pain medication, if I could avoid hard narcotics, then I would.

I also looked awful. I looked like I’d gone a few rounds with a professional boxer and lost. Luckily, nothing was broken, and I was still very much aware of how things could have been worse. David’s need to save himself had kept me from getting raped, and I was grateful for that small favor.

Nevertheless, I’d had to meet Chasin’s father looking like this, and it’d been awkward as hell. Though Randall Carver had been polite and accommodating, his jaw would tick whenever he looked at my face, and if I whimpered, his left eye would twitch just like his son’s did. It hadn’t been until he’d left for the airport that I’d been able to finally feel at ease in Chasin’s house.

“Mrs. Margaret is going to email us a syllabus for the rest of the week,” Chasin announced as he propped the pillows up, making the couch comfortable as possible for us.

“Okay,” I replied. “I really don’t feel like going back to school right now anyway.”

Just then, the doorbell rang throughout the house, a sturdy knock following afterwards. Chasin’s blue eyes slid my way. “Do not get up unless I tell you to.”

“Just answer the door, Chasin,” I ordered, refusing to cower behind him. My father’s words were still rolling around in my head, and he didn’t deserve the satisfaction of me letting Chasin and his family fight my battles. Yeah, I was wearing one of Chasin’s shirts and a pair of too-big shorts, but I didn’t care.

When Chasin opened the door, two plain-clothes detectives were standing on the other side. I knew that Officers Montgomery and Tisdale must work the night shift, but it still would have been nice to see them rather than these strangers.

“Mr. Carver?” Chasin nodded. “I’m Detective Albert Ramirez, and this is my partner, Detective Irene Tyler.” He looked over at me really quickly, causing Chasin to move to stand in front of me. “We were hoping that Ms. Morgan would feel up to speaking to us this morning.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Chasin asked. “Officers Montgomery and Tisdale seemed competent enough.”

“Chasin, knock it off,” I hissed.

Turning those blue eyes my way, he said, “If they’re not here to tell us that everyone is still behind bars, then they can fuck off.”

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