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Chase stills, pressing his forehead against mine and staring into my fucking soul. “Show me how much.”

I use the wall for leverage behind my back and his broad shoulders for leverage in front of me as I buck against him, riding his dick while suspended in his arms. He starts moving again to meet every rise and fall of my hips, thrusting hard and fast until that coil winds up deep inside of me again, my release imminent.

I’m sure I’ll live to regret this, but not right now. Right now, all I see isChase, his stupidly handsome face smeared with blood as his eyes roam every inch of my skin.Chase, his hard muscles flexing beneath my fingers, his jaw tensing as he rushes closer to the edge with me. Chase Walker is giving me the roughest, raunchiest, dirtiest sex I’ve ever had, and it’s also the fuckingbest. I never want it to end.

It's his name that tumbles from my lips as I crash into another orgasm, body shaking and pussy clenching around him while stars explode behind my eyes. He’s right there with me, a final hard punch of his hips pinning me against the wall as his warm release floods me. His body shudders, then stills as we clutch onto one another breathlessly, reveling in the sheer bliss of letting go.

We stay like that for a long moment before Chase presses his lips to my shoulder in a feather-light kiss and slowly lowers me to my feet. I’m unsteady on them at first, hands scrabbling for the wall as I struggle to find my center of gravity.

Chase is the first to move away, yanking some toilet paper off the roll to clean himself up and tearing off another wad to hand to me. My fingers brush his as I take it, stepping back to wipe away the cum trickling down my inner thighs. His stare weighs heavily on me and I look up to meet it, eyes narrowing in question. “What?”

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls under his breath, eyes pinging from my legs to my hips to my breasts to my face and back down again to start all over. Heat crawls up my neck in response to the way Chase is assessing me, drinking me in like he’s dying of thirst.

Feeling incredibly exposed, I gather my clothes from the floor, hurriedly putting them back on. Chase watches me out of the corner of his eye as he does the same, and I hear the vibration of his cell phone in his pocket as he fastens the button of his jeans. He reaches in to retrieve it, frowning when his eyes land on the screen.

“Fuck,” he grunts, swiping to unlock it. “I gotta go. Gray…”

“Yeah, you should go,” I blurt, nodding in agreement. I breeze past him, pulling open the door. “You can go out this way, around the back to the parking lot,” I say, indicating the rear exit of the locker room as I step out.

Chase runs a hand through his hair, looking toward the door. “Yeah.” He pauses, glancing back at me. “I…”

“Just go,” I say, nudging him toward the exit. I don’t want him to ruin this, not yet. I’m still riding the high of the best sex of my fucking life, and Chase’s stupid mouth could ruin everything.

His stupid, hot mouth.

My eyes fixate on his lips, puffy from all the rough, reckless kisses…

“See ya,” Chase murmurs, a sexy, dimpled smirk on his face as he turns away and pushes through the exit door. I’m watching after him when I hear someone enter the locker room from the other side, head snapping around to see Nessa stroll in.

As soon as her eyes land on me, they go so wide that I can see the whites of them all the way around her irises. “Holy shit,” she breathes, stopping in her tracks.

“What?” I ask innocently as I tug at the hem of my white uniform polo.

Nessa stifles a giggle, her hand coming to her mouth. “Um, have you seen yourself?”

I spin back around, charging into the bathroom with Nessa hot on my heels. I freeze when I see my reflection in the mirror, immediately understanding the cause of my friend’s alarm. My hair’s a tangled mess, my mascara smudged, and my face smeared with blood. Fading purple bruises litter my neck and drops of red blood stain the front of my white shirt.

“Jesus, Vee… you look like you got mauled by a…”

“Wolf?” I smirk.

“Yeah.Shit.”

I whip around to face Nessa, a giggle erupting from my throat. It must be contagious, because the next thing I know we’re both in fits of giggles, doubling over at the waist, struggling to catch our breath. I clutch my belly, straightening, shaking my head at her. Maybe I should be freaking out right now, but instead I feel lighter than air, high off of the adrenaline of what I just did.

“Come on,” Nessa laughs, spinning me back around to face the mirror. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Chase

Igroanastheinsistent vibration of my phone against the surface of my nightstand rouses me from sleep, rolling over and flinging out a hand to grab for it. Still half-asleep, my clumsy fingers knick the edge, sending it sailing off the nightstand and clattering loudly to the hardwood floor.Damn it.

Squinting my eyes open against the harsh assault of sunlight peeking through the curtains, I immediately recognize that it’s way too fucking early for me to be awake.Who the fuck would be calling me this early in the morning?My curiosity doesn’t go far, because I just squeeze my eyes shut again, not making a move to retrieve my phone from the floor. Whoever it is can fuck off until I’m ready to wake up.

Drowsy thoughts wander into my mind as I throw an arm over my face to shield it from the light, registering the faint scent of raspberries and rosewater that lingers on my skin.

Vienna Vega.

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