Page 140 of Reckless Hearts

Chase is rarely without both Spencer CampbellandBrad.

“Probably still getting his dick sucked by Jen Morebach downstairs.” Chase nods his chin past me to the bar cart. “I’m assuming we can thank you for the free blowjobs? Assuming that was your doing so that you could fuck with my booze, that is.”

Well, you know what they say about even the best laid plans, and this one was as off-the-cuff as I get.

His eyes narrow. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Are you here to admit defeat?”

My brow cocks as I start to circle around them, heading for the door. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I just wanted to stop by and see if this little clubroom of yours was as pathetic and lame as I imagined it was. It’s not. It’s worse. Tell me… When you, Brad, and Spencer jerk each other off in here, who gets the middle seat on the couch? I feel like that would mean double the work, you know?”

I pantomime putting both hands out to either side of me and moving them up and down.

Chase just chuckles quietly. “I’ll take that hundred grand off you in cash. I don’t need the looks I’d get from my bank if they saw me trying to cash a check with a Drakos signature.”

Something whines in the back of my head.

“Excuse me?”

Chase glances at Brad, and they both chuckle.

“You’re all dolled up, Deimos,” Chase smiles. “Going to the dance tonight?”

My teeth grit.

“Got a date?”

Brad starts to snicker, and it’s not lost on me that he’s fanning out to the side of me, like he’s flanking me.

Chase’s lips curl in mock puzzlement. “Or—wait—is itmethat has that date?” Something malicious sparks in his eyes as he steps toward me. “You lost, Deimos.”

My hand closes to a fist. “What the fuck are you—”

“I mean, A for effort. The whole emo Donnie Darko sad-boy act in that lame fucking diary was a nice place to start. I even used some of your words on her in person. Thanks for letting me copy your notes, by the way.”

Oh fuck.

Chase sighs, spreading his arms in faux apology as he walks closer to me. “But you just couldn’t seal the deal in time with the crown jewel.”

He pulls out his phone, smirking at Brad.

“What do we think, bro?”

“I’m cool with it. Might as well show him what he missed out on.”

Chase lifts his phone, the screen facing me.

…And everything inside of me dies.

Everything goes black and cold.

The video is shot from Chase’s point of view, looking down to where he’s fucking a girl from behind.

A girl with tanned skin that looks vaguely middle eastern. With long locks of dark hair. With an achingly familiar build.

Poison spreads through my veins as I watch Chase’s extremely average dick plow in and out of her pink pussy, one of his hands gripping her ass tightly.

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