Page 16 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

When she starts to lift her hand, I cover it with mine. She frowns and uses her other hand to pinch herself. “Ow.” Her tongue drags across her full bottom lip. “Did I have a fever dream last night, or did you put your fingers in my pussy?”

“I absolutely did that. And you came on them.” I would do it a thousand times over just to watch her unravel for me.

She pokes her cheek with her tongue. “And I gave you a handy?”

“Yeah. It was fucking amazing. I would love to do it again. The putting my fingers in your precious and you touching my…me.”

“Cool.” Her lips push out in a semi-pensive pout. “I need to pee.” She throws the covers off and rolls out of bed. She hikes the shirt she’s wearing up as she pads across the floor, giving me a peek of cheek as she scratches the back of her thigh.

I quickly roll out of bed and chew two mints to get rid of my morning breath. My eyes water, so I chug from the bottle on the nightstand, but it only makes the burning worse. I hop back into bed and try to cop a casual pose. Should I be on my side or like just propped up on my back? But when she returns from the bathroom she’s fully dressed in her clothes from yesterday.

“I should probably get ready for class. What time is it even?”

I check my phone. “It’s eight thirty. But classes are canceled because of the storm.” I motion to the window, which I haven’t checked since I’ve been awake. The school news feed makes it sound bad.

She crosses the room in her black jeans and a T-shirt. I know what she’s hiding under there, and I’m a fan. She parts the curtains and retracts the blackout blinds.

“Holy shit. You should check this out.”

I tuck my half hard-on into the waistband of my boxer briefs and reluctantly get out of bed. “Holy shit is right.” Tree branches litter the parking lot and the boulevard, and a small tree has toppled over completely. Most of the cars in the lot have dents in the hoods and roofs. There must be an inch of half-melted hail littering the ground. It’s a mess out there.

“I guess we’re stuck here for the time being,” Cammie muses.

Would it be weird if I wrapped my arms around her? Probably. “Looks that way.” My stomach makes an awful gurgling sound.

She arches her brow. “I bet you need to feed that beast frequently.”

I pat my abs. “Yeah. I usually don’t go more than a few hours without a meal.”

My phone buzzes from the nightstand several times.

“Looks like someone really needs you,” Cammie observes.

“It’s probably the guys.” I grab it. I’m right. They’re talking about food. It’s a common occurrence. “You wanna grab breakfast with me and a few of my teammates? I can introduce you. There’s a buffet in the hotel restaurant.”

“Oh, uh.” Cammie fingers the end of her ponytail. It’s kinky from the braid she had it in last night. “I’m good. I’ve got a few granola bars in my bag, and there’s a coffee maker in the room.”

“We get to eat free. And it’s a buffet.” I love buffets. Endless food options and no limits.

“You go ahead. I have some work I need to do.” She smiles and pats my stomach when it rumbles again. “Seriously. You should eat.”

“We’ll hang out after?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” She busies herself with setting up the coffee maker while I throw on my clothes.

“You want me to bring you anything back?”

“If they have any nice fruit, I’d take something for later, thanks.” She pulls books and her laptop out of her bag.

“No problem.” I pull on the pajama pants and T-shirt, grab the keycard, shove my feet into my shoes, and head up to Gage and Brody’s room.

They’ve already flipped the security latch so I can let myself in.

Brody is sitting on his bed with his phone in his hand, drinking coffee and eating cookies. Gage is styling his hair.

“How was last night with the weird girl?” Gage asks.

“Uh. She’s actually not that weird. I just shocked her when I came barging into the room.” I rub the back of my neck, thinking about the way she flipped me over her shoulder like a ninja.

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