Page 73 of Mayhem

“God, you’re so wet, Willow,” he moans, squeezing my leg.

“Flick your clit. Imagine it was me touching you. Dragging my fingers over you. Imagine it was my tongue licking you as I rub your clit. God,” he rasps. “Imagine it was my fingers in you, filling you, thrusting in and out of you. Are you about to come, Willow?”

I pinch my clit and can’t help but cry out as I fall over the edge. My body quivers as I shut my legs.

“Give me your hand,” Chase demands, clenching the bedding.

On shaky legs I get on all fours, crawling toward him. I drape myself over his back, hissing at how sensitive my nipples are.

Like glass.

Chase groans, rolling his head back onto my shoulder. I wrap my arms around his neck.

“What now?” I whisper into his ear.

He takes my fingers and slowly licks them clean of my juices. I gasp as my body trembles.

Once he’s finished, he untangles himself from me.

“Now I’m going to go take a cold shower,” he says as he stands.

“Chase,” I say, full of uncertainty.

Chase grips the doorframe and hangs his head. “Two weeks, Willow. Two weeks and you are mine.”

Wordlessly, I watch him stalk across the hall and slam the bathroom door. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and lay back down, running my hands through my hair.

Just two more weeks.

Fourteen

Finally,the day has arrived. My eighteenth birthday. It’s bittersweet to think about. I don’t want to make a big deal about it, but at the same time, I want to scream it from the rooftops.

My body shivers from excitement thinking about Chase and how there is nothing stopping us now.

“Finally, the day is over. Come on, Wills. Let’s get going.” Nate bounces up to me after the last bell rings.

“Why are you so giddy? It scares me,” I ask as I sidestep someone, keeping my eyes on Nate.

“No reason. Come on, we have places to go.” He throws his arm over my shoulder.

I shake him off. “I didn’t agree to go anywhere with you.” I see Hailee walking ahead of me. “Besides, I already have plans with Hailee.”

Without waiting for his answer, I hasten my steps and wrap my arm through Hailee’s.

She startles, but then relaxes when she realizes it’s me. “What’s going on?”

“I have an energetic puppy begging to play, but we already have plans,” I say, meeting her eye, begging her to play along.

She glances back at Nate, who has caught up. “Sorry, playboy. This one’s mine tonight. Guess you’ll have to find some other tail to chase around like a lost dog.”

“Damn, girl. I could say to hell with it and chase you all night,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“In your dreams, Casanova. Now take a hike. Willow and I are running late,” she sneers.

“Running late? To what?”

“To get on the bus. Now mind your own business,” she tells him, picking up our pace.

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