Page 29 of Her Second Chance

No, I do. Really. I do.

“Good, because after that, I need you.” He gestures to his jeans that are stretched tight across his thickening cock.

I follow him into his room and push him onto the bed as soon as the door closes behind us. Jason tugs me down, rolling me onto my back as he presses his hips against me. I move my legs apart, allowing him to settle between them.

Unease zips up my spine as he traces my skin beneath my shirt, moving his hand from my back, up my side, and to my chest. He circles my nipples through my bra, causing them to harden. Even though I think I want this, my panties remain a desert as I writhe and moan beneath him, trying desperately to get caught up in the moment. Why can’t I get turned on right now? What’s wrong with me? My kitty is dripping every time I so much as think of Brock and right now, bone dry. What the hell?

He sits up, lifting his shirt over his head with one hand. His body, toned from hours on the soccer field, hovers above me. I smile in appreciation, running my hands along his chest and down his tight abs, pushing away thoughts of anyone else.

Jason brought me here.

He reaches down, pushing my shirt up, and I’m suddenly shy. Virgin Hannah is still present despite me being here as well. I cross my arms, hiding from him, but he moves them to my sides, taking in every exposed inch of me.

“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see you.” His voice is husky with desire.

I swallow hard, nodding. My cheeks heat as he traces the outline of my nipples, exposed by the sheer white material of my bra. I squirm, wanting to push him away, but wanting him to continue at the same time.

Jason is the reason I’m here.

He leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I moan, grabbing his hair, pulling him closer to me. In the distance, I hear a key in the door, but ignore it.

“Whoa,” Griffin yells, jolting me out of the moment.

I scramble to find my shirt, pulling it over my head while Griffin stands there smiling and staring at my nearly bare chest. I shoot him a dirty look that I doubt he notices, since his eyes remain elsewhere.

“Dude, give us a sec,” Jason orders, tossing a pillow at his roommate.

I stand, rushing to the door. “I better go,” I call over my shoulder, pushing past Griffin.

I hear him chuckling as I duck into the stairwell. Past me is horrified and present me is trying to figure out why Jason’s touch felt so strange, like it was the first time he’d touched me in that way. Why can’t I remember what it felt like to be with him the first time?

This time travel shit is the worst.

I book it out of Jason’s dorm, running as fast as I can toward mine. Thank god Griffin showed up when he did. It’s too soon for us to lose our virginities. Nothing about us hooking up earlier felt right. Maybe we need to have a more solid relationship before we do. I want to do this right. Plus, there’s no sense in trying to rush forever. My old life will be waiting when I’m ready to return. Only I hope when I go back, I’ve fixed everything. I may be confused about a lot of things right now, but I know one thing for certain.

I’m here because of Jason.

Brock

Seeing Hannah today was harder than ever. In some ways, it feels like she’s in the same place as me, but I just can’t seem to reach her. Nothing I do makes her open her eyes for me. Nothing. Here I am living out the dream I’ve had since I was a little boy, and yet, all I want is Hannah.

Worse than not having her is watching her inner turmoil. She’s not in a good place, and I can see it with her furrowed brow, tense eyes, and with the way she’s fighting inside her mind. How can I protect her when she won’t let me? Will she ever wake up?

Chapter 12

Hannah

Later that night, after leaving Jason’s dorm room, I run into Brock as I’m jogging up the steps to the library. Busy digging through my backpack for my student ID, I don’t see him until I slam into him, dropping my bag. I bend down to pick it up and gather the spilled contents.

Brock squats down to help me collect my belongings. “Sorry. I didn’t see you in time.”

He’s wearing gray sweatpants that stretch tight across his massive thighs and other equally large things, leaving nothing to the imagination. I swallow hard.

He clears his throat. “Um, Hannah?”

I jerk my eyes up to find him smirking. He obviously just caught me staring at his dick.

Great.

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