Page 19 of Beneath the Stars (Sugarlake 1)

I’m so hard it hurts, but I ignore the ache.

My fingers dip back down, circling her swollen clit then moving lower. Two of them slip inside easily because of how wet she is for me.

I tilt forward, nipping her lips with my teeth. “I want you to ride my fingers until you come all over them. Show me how good it feels, baby.”

She throws her head back, gasping as she rocks her hips faster. She’s close. Her breathing stutters and she moans my name, her juices gushing out to the pulsing of her orgasm.

She’s stunning.

Her hair is still fisted in my hand and I lean up, sucking on her neck, making sure to leave a mark.

Mine.

My abs contort under my shirt as her hand sneaks down my torso, palming me through my jeans. Her touch feels so damn good, but if she doesn’t quit massaging my cock, I’m going to throw her down and fuck her so hard she’ll break. The music muffles our sounds, but her parents would definitely hear that. Reluctantly, I release her hair and reach down to stop her.

“Please,” she whispers. “I want to.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want your first time to be like this. You deserve soft and sweet, Goldi, and that’s not me. You know that’s not me. But I’m gonna try like hell to give it to you.”

She freezes, teeth indenting her lower lip. “You… I…” She runs her fingers through her tangled hair. “Chase, I’m not a virgin.”

My body jerks off the bed. Goldi falls to the side from the sudden movement. “Who the fuck with?”

She rolls onto her back, her hands smacking down on the mattress. “No! You don’t get to ask me that! I’m not over here askin’ for your list of a thousand hussies.”

My teeth grind so hard they’ll turn to dust any moment. I breathe deep, attempting to calm the beast inside. It’s true. I have no right. But I feel fucking ill. I was too much of a pussy to take what should have been mine, and she gave it away to someone else.

I tug my hair, sighing. “You’re right.”

She props up on her elbows, fighting the smile that’s curling her mouth. “That’s usually the case.”

I bend down, leaning over the bed until my arms are on either side of her head. “Let’s talk about more important things, like how sexy you look when you come.”

She giggles, reaching up, and sweeping a kiss across my lips. It’s just a peck, but my chest cracks wide open, flooding with happiness I’ll never deserve.

I can’t offer her anything, can’t give her the world. But I can’t let her go either, so I’ll lay my bruised soul at her feet, and hope she tends to the wounds.

It’s always been hers, anyway.

8

Alina

Sixteen Years Old

I’m Chase Adams’s girl.

Those are four words I never thought I’d say.

I can’t stop smiling. Last night, after the high wore off, I was terrified of him running again. After all, it’s what he’s programmed me to expect. Instead, he admitted how tired he was of fighting what’s between us. Said I was his and he was mine, and that’s all there is to it. Maybe it makes me a sucker, but I believe him. Chase is a lot of things, but he’s never been a liar.

“So, let me get this straight, Alina May.” Becca squints while she sits on the brown leather couch in my living room. “You went out and had an amazin’ date with Reed. Gorgeous, charmin’, totally fuckable, Reed. Am I right so far?”

“Yep.”

“He wooed, you swooned. He was a perfect gentleman, not even sneakin’ a titty grab all night and then… Bam!” She smacks her hands together. “The King of Assholes waltzes in, only after someone else shows interest, by the way, and you just jump in his arms and run off to live happily-ever-after?” Her voice is pinched, eyebrows raised so high they blend into her fiery hairline.

I sigh. “Becca, it’s not like that.”

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