Page 70 of Sin With Me

“He doesn’t count.”

“Dylan,” Chase and I say at the same time.

“You’re assholes.” She folds her arms over her chest, slumping back on the couch with a huff. “Such assholes.”

“Whatever,” Chase laughs. “You know you love us.” If looks could kill, Chase and I would be dead.

“The next person I fuck will be a woman,” Naomi declares with a nod. “Until then, I’m celibate.”

“Yeah, right,” Chase and I say, once again echoing each other.

He elbows me. “Jinx.” He grins. “You owe me a blowjob.”

I scoff, pointing to the hussy on the loft that’s already found someone else to take my place. “Chicks are everywhere. Find one.”

“Speaking of chicks.”

I slide my eyes to him, my brows raised. “You’re always talking about chicks,” I say dryly. “And dicks.”

He ignores me as he scrolls through his phone, the screen lighting up his face. His eyes are bright and wide, but I know it’s not just from the alcohol. It’s excitement. Genuine excitement.

“So, I found this girl, right?” he says mindlessly, still scrolling, the images moving quickly on the screen. “And I’m pretty sure she’s my soulmate.”

I snort and take another deep drink of the water, still reeling from the colossal mistake I just made upstairs. Fuck. That video’s going to be everywhere and despite Chase’s insistence, I’ve done all I can to avoid the limelight.

Shaking off the anxiety that pricks at my skin, I scan the party around us. Unsurprisingly, Kon is sitting by himself at the kitchen island, the grumpiest expression on his face I’ve ever seen, as though this entire party isn’t in the big fucker’s honor.

“You think everyone is your soulmate,” Naomi mumbles, bringing me back to Chase.

She’s not wrong. Chase loves love. Loves to be loved, and loves to love. He’s never had a casual fling or long-term partner that he hasn’t thought he was tied to cosmically. In a way, I envy that ability. I’d rather love love than hate life and everyone in it.

“This girl is different,” he says seriously. “She’s so hot, it’s sinful. Her body, bro? Curves for days.” Okay, he’s piqued my interest. I want to know who this new girl is. “Her thighs are thick, hips and ass perfectly fuckable.” He shakes his head with a grimace. “I even love her skin. I’m crazy for her.”

“How many dates have you been on?” I ask. He doesn’t reply. “You have gone on a date, haven’t you? Or at least hung out with her?” He lifts his shoulder.

“I found her on Favorite Fans.” I blink at him.

“You think a cam-girl is your soulmate?” I deadpan. “Man, you’ve lost your mind.” Grinning, I shake my head in exasperation and finish off my water.

“Wait until you see her,” he breathes. “You’ll be in love, too. But don’t get any ideas. She’s mine.”

Suddenly, he turns his phone, the bright light blinding me.

“Turn your brightness down, Jesus fuck.” I yank his phone from his hand and adjust the bright light, but my retinas still feel burnt to a fucking crisp.

“Trust me,” he scoffs, running a hand through his perfectly messy hair. “She’s worth the pain.”

Blinking to focus, I grunt. “Doubt it.” No woman is.

“You guys are disgusting.” Naomi jumps up, tossing her long black hair over her lean shoulder before stomping away.

My thumb settles on the screen, ignoring both of my friends as I focus on Chase’s phone. The chick’s Favorite Fans account is already loaded, her photos splaying across the screen.

She’s hot, I’ll give him that.

With every swipe of my thumb, I fall deeper into her. In every photo, her body is positioned in such a way that keeps her face just out of frame, but her alluring curves on perfect display.

Her, on her knees, her thighs spread wide, her back arched beautifully, thrusting her large breasts into the camera.

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