Page 42 of Returning Your Love
Four days until I got my hands on Chaz—fucking finally.
I stood in the shower, my body amped on adrenaline even though I’d about killed myself alongside the kids on the practice field after school. My dick stood at attention, but I ignored my hard-on, determined to save it for Sunday. Edging always paid off though, so I lingered, enjoying soaping up my junk.
Felt so fucking good. His mouth or hole would be a hell of a lot better though, and I had plans to choke him with one load then fill his ass with another. I would gladly return the favor too.
Groaning, I tipped my head toward the ceiling and stroked until my balls tightened.
My cell rang, making it easier to release my hold on my dick and finish rinsing, telling myself yet again that withholding for now would be worth it. If he took a turn bottoming for me, I planned to watch my seed leak out of his hole before using my tongue to lick him clean.
But if he only wanted to top?
I wouldn’t complain. I would love on Chaz however I could have him.
My insides lit with butterflies over the countless possibilities and ways we could get each other off while wrapping a towel around my waist.
Jesus, I couldn’t fuckingwait.
I picked up my cell off the bathroom counter while checking myself out in the fogged mirror and using my fingers to brush my wet hair from my forehead.
Dad had called, then texted, telling me to get back to him as soon as possible.
My brow furrowed. Pulse kicking up a notch, I tapped on his number.
He answered on the first ring.
“What’s up?” I demanded, hating how my guts twisted.
“Shelly was in a bad car accident, and Chaz is headed to the hospital.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
“Shelly was in a car accident?—”
“Oh shit,” I cut Dad off, hurrying out of the bathroom for my bedroom. “She okay? What happened?” I yanked open a drawer, grabbing jeans and a T-shirt as Dad filled me in on what little he knew. Every word caused the blood to drain from my face and my chest to tighten.
She’d been T-boned by some dude who’d run a red light. He’d hit the driver’s side, and she’d been rushed to the hospital in critical condition.
My heart pounded as I struggled to get the clothes on over my damp skin. “You let Chaz drive to Berlin on his own?” I snipped my words, unable to regulate my emotions over the sudden news that chilled my spine.
“He refused the cruiser.”
“I’m gonna head down there.”
“Figured you would. Be safe, and let me know what’s going on when you get there.”
“Will do.” I hung up, tossed my cell onto my bed and quickly shoved my feet into some sneakers.
“Jesus, fuck!”
I couldn’t begin to imagine what Chaz was feeling. The worry. Anxiety. Fucking gut-wrenching stress that brought about an instantaneous headache. I experienced all three, and she wasn’t even someone I considered a friend anymore.
I ordered Siri to get in touch with Chaz while rushing out the door, keys in my trembling hand.
The call went straight to voicemail.
“Shit—Chaz. Dad just told me about Shelly. I’m on my way—be there as soon as I can.” I bit my tongue when the wordsI love youalmost slipped free, hitting end instead and tossing my cell onto the passenger seat.
Both hands gripping the wheel, I raced through town, ignoring the speed limit signs. Route 16 opened up ahead of me, and I roared southward on the highway, lips pressed tight, my eyes stinging yet dry as fuck at the same time.
