Page 18 of SummerTime Madness
Walking towards Tate’s head, I use one hand to fist his onyx locks and with the other I pull out my throbbing erection. He wanted to be sneaky... Wanted to keep secrets. Well, here’s another one–one that involves him swallowing his best friend’s cum.
The sound and feel of my phone vibrating in the palm of my hand pulls me out of the trance. Looking down at the screen, I see there’s a message from Tate.
Tate: Watch C, she’s heading out. Let’s have some fun.
I couldn’t help the smile that spreads across my face, I need this as much as I need air. I’m sick and tired of the meaningless hookups. My heart just isn’t built that way, but fucking Tate is like fuckinga machine…
There’s none of that slow romantic fire that comes from being with Cordelia. She is ice and he is fire...
And both are so fucking stubborn. Neither wanting to give in… still holding onto a grudge that shouldn’t exist. This is why I took matters into my own hands. It’s like my pops told me.
“Chase, if you want something to happen, sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands.”
Little did he know that his pep talk was all I needed to understand what I truly had to do. I even convinced him that the Professor needed a job and he should side with Cordelia’s dad, along with all the other fucked up shit I did.
All in the name of love.
For them.
For us.
Letting out a shaky breath, I go to reply, only for Cordy to step into view, a long strapless red dress framing her body perfectly.
Fuck did I love sundress season, especially the red contrasting on her golden skin. Golden armbands accessorizes the look, and her brown knotless braids picked up in a ponytail. She looks like a goddess. Quickly, I step out of my Mustang and intercept her.
“Hey there, little lady?”
I wrap my arm around her waist, locking her in place. Close enough to her that I can smell the vanilla and coconut from her shampoo, and the vanilla cashmere of her lotion.
Delicious.
“Chase,” she says with a smile, even though annoyance rolls off her body in small conspicuous waves.
“I was told to keep you in place. Can’t have the Queen moving without her knights, now can we?” I offer her a small wink, to which she smiles.
“Are you in on the blackmailing too?” Her question doesn't catch me off guard, she’s intelligent and straight to the point.
“Maybe. What's the harm in having fun?”
She gives methatlook, the one that’s between seducing and scowling. I shift slightly, the fabric suddenly becomes too tight.
Cordelia’s my drug and everything between.
“I’m assuming Luna Island.”
“I'm the one with the good taste, you two are busy bees. No fun. No play.” I take a puff from my fruity pink vape and exhale. “It benefits us all.”
Cordy looks like she’s contemplating saying something but stops when she feels Tate's presence behind her. He’s taller than me so the shadow he casts warns her ofhis presence.
“Walk,” he commands, just like an alpha talking to his bitches, and I’ll walk because I know exactly where he wants to go.
“Ladies first.”
I release her waist and offer Cordelia a half bow as she walks past me and follows the small gravel walkway that leads to Tate’s sanctuary. We walk past the rose garden, then a tad bit farther before going down the small steps made from the erosion of the rocks.
Moving past Cordelia, just in time for her to move down the steps, I offer her my hand, and she takes it. The contact sends electricity through me making me sick with need.
“Thank you.”
