Page 21 of The Perfect Love

I clench my eyes shut as I fist her shirt, barely holding in a moan. I’ve never gotten so turned on so quickly, but Chelsea is like a drug and with each little bit she gives me, I’m desperate for more.

Her soft tongue teases mine, and then she gently bites my bottom lip.

I flex and release my hands, at the edge of insanity as she pours herself into me, taking what she wants and playing with me when she feels like it.

She flicks her tongue against mine, and as much as I try to get my blood to flow anywhere else, it’s all headed straight for my dick.

When she shifts slightly on my lap, I’m sure she must feel it, and I pull back, staring at her with lust-filled eyes.

But then her eyes widen, and everything crashes around me.

I don’t know exactly what happened. Was it my hardening cock? Because I really tried to prevent that. The rasp in my voice? Because I couldn’t stop that if I wanted to.

Genuine fear washes over her, and she scrambles off my lap.

I stand, reaching for her. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

She looks around the room in a panic, then grabs her purse from the coffee table. “I—um—I shouldn’t have… This was…” she stammers, not making any sense.

“I’m sorry if that was too much. I—”

“I need to go.” Her eyes dart to the door.

“Let me walk you out.”

“No,” she shrieks. Then she clears her throat. “I—I’ll be—”

“Everything okay in here?” Amanda’s voice is soft as she approaches, Mackie trailing behind her.

“Yes. Uh. I need to get home.” She steps closer to Amanda. “Is this, um, a safe neighborhood?”

Amanda glances at me for half a second, then focuses on Chelsea again. “It is, but how about if I walk out with you anyway?”

Chelsea’s gaze flits to me, but it’s not long enough to lock eyes with her. Then she’s turning toward the door. “Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem,” Amanda says. Her voice is gentle, but firm, and though she seems a little confused, she doesn’t seem as confused as me, and I wonder what I’m missing.

I’d never push her—or anyone—any further than they wanted to go. I pulled away because I was worried she’d be uncomfortable.

Once Chelsea and Amanda are out the door, Mackie steps up to me, looking as confused as I feel.

“What happened?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

5

Coffee Can Fix It

Trevor

I slept like shitlast night.

When I get to the kitchen for breakfast, I’m in a grumbly mood. Hyla likes to call it my Mr. Grumpy Pants mood because of course she does.

I slide onto a stool at the kitchen counter, and a moment later, a plate of food and a cup of coffee appear in front of me.

I lift my head and find Rae, Aaron, and Miles staring back at me.

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