Page 13 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

She scoffs. “You literally sat on me during the first week. Like you didn’t even see me sitting there, and your ass was in my lap.”

“Oh shit. That was you?” I remember that. We’d gone to our teammate Mac’s off-campus house for lunch and a swim but ended up drinking too many beers. I’d been half in the bag and not in the best form for that class. I’d fallen asleep and my teammates left me there. I woke up when the next class arrived, and some disapproving guy told me I should probably check with my classmates for notes since he was doubtful I’d retained much with the way I was hard-core drooling. He wasn’t wrong.

“Yup. That was me.” She rolls over and flicks off the light. “I’m tired, so I’m gonna go back to sleep.”

“I’m sorry I sat on you.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not really, though.” I was probably an asshole to her. I’m pretty sure the guys had laughed when it happened. I’m pretty sureIlaughed.

“I knocked the wind out of you, so we’re even. Night.”

My throat suddenly feels tight. I want to keep pushing, but clearly she’s done with me. “Night.”

She pulls her covers over her head. I lie here feeling like a bag of shit.

I try to relax, but my mind keeps churning. How fucking oblivious am I that I completely overlooked her until last week? How many times have I walked right by her? How many opportunities have I missed to walk with her to class? Every beat of my heart sounds like a bass drum right now.

Her flipping me over her shoulder and laying me out on the floor keeps playing over and over in my head. She gets hotter and hotter with every replay.

I hit that weird zone between half awake and half asleep, and reach the point where the replay starts to morph. Instead of having the wind knocked out of me, Cameron straddles my hips, wraps her small, delicate but lethal hands around my wrists, and pins me to the floor. She rolls that full, pouty bottom lip of hers between her teeth and leans in until her mouth is barely out of reach. My shirt disappears and her braid sweeps across my chest, tickling my skin. And then she slides her precious over my erection and I groan, loudly.

My eyes pop open. My fist is wrapped around my erection, and I was probably about to sleep jerk it. It’s a weird, embarrassing habit I have. Cameron rustles around beside me. Did I groan aloud? I really fucking hope not.

I let go of my dick and will my erection to fuck off. I think of unappealing things. Like zombies and roadkill and losing hockey games. But none of it works. Especially when Cameron makes this little sound that’s half moan, half sigh.

I lie there for fifteen minutes, but my hard-on isn’t giving up. If I don’t take care of my problem, there’s a good chance I’ll wake up with raging morning wood. It’s better if I handle it now. I tuck the sensitive head into my waistband and quietly slide out of bed. It shouldn’t take long with how freaking worked up I am.

CHAPTER 7

CAMMIE

The bathroom door closes with a quiet snick. A few seconds later, the water turns on. I have a pretty good idea about what’s happening behind that door. I’ve been lying here, pretending to sleep while Chase rustled around beside me. And then he groaned my name.

Groaned it.

The sound was all deep and needy and desperate. There is no way I can fall asleep knowing he’s probably whacking off. Possibly to thoughts of me.Probably to thoughts of me.

After being pummeled into the dirt when I realized that Chase has legitimately never even noticed me until last week even though he sat on me at the beginning of the semester, my almost nonexistent ego has grown three full sizes in the last five minutes. So what if fate and bad planning are what threw us together? He sure is noticing me now.

Maybe it’s only because he’s forced to be my roommate. But he has friends here. Teammates like Brody and Gage. Surely, he could have crashed in one of their rooms if he were completely opposed to being trapped with me tonight.

I roll onto my back and consider helping myself out whileChase is doing the same in the bathroom. But the likelihood that I’ll finish before he does is slim to none.

I don’t want to be the wallflower who’s so invisible I get sat on in class anymore. I don’t want to be Essie’s weird little sister. I want to be the hot warrior princess who can toss around a two-hundred-plus-pound hockey player. I can be forward. I can channel my inner Arwen, just like O said. I can go for what I want. Which is…what exactly?

To watch Chase get himself off? I conjure that image for a moment. Chase’s big hand curved around what I imagine will be an equally big cock, stroking away. Based on the way everything below the waist starts pinging, I’m definitely down with at least watching if he is.

Decision made, I throw off the covers and pull the hoodie over my head, tossing it on the bed. I will not sit on the bench and twiddle my thumbs while Chase is getting himself off in the bathroom. The bow I tied on my university-issued pants comes undone with a quick tug and they immediately drop to the floor.

I cross the room and grab the door handle. But then I pause. I can’t just bust in there. I’m about to knock when his muffled groan filters through the door.

“Ah, fuck. That’s it.” A low groan follows.

I knock softly. “Chase?”

“Fuck. Just give me a minute.”

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