Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

I lean casually against the doorframe and finger the bottom of my shirt. “If you’re getting off, so am I.” He blinks twice, licks his bottom lip, and nods. “Yeah. Yes. That…I want that.”

He tips his head back to look at me. “Can I touch your tatas?” “Only if you never call them tatas again.” “Never again.”

“I’m Mac. I play defense for the Blaze. Chase couldn’t stop talking about you through our entire workout. I get it, you’re cute.” He winks. “I will end you if you keep it up,” Chase growls.

I lick my lips and glance down at his crotch. “Don’t do that; he’ll know you’re looking and embarrass me,” he whispers.

So before I’m allowed to touch your precious again with any of my body parts, and before you touch my sword of lust again with your soft, pretty hands or your talented, delightful mouth…” He adjusts his hard-on with a deep groan. “Please allow me the honor of taking you out for dinner. And a movie.

“I could leave my room for a few minutes if you’re concerned.” Chase’s jaw flexes. “Don’t offer me that. I’ll probably fuck your pillow.” He glances at my bed and swallows thickly. “I’ll definitely fuck your pillow.”

Rix is literally one of the kindest, biggest-hearted, most patient people on the planet. I can say that with confidence because she’s marrying Tristan, and he can be a well-intentioned but prickly fucker.”

“Okay. Twice. Got it. Flowers. Praise.” I feel like I’ve just gotten a crash course in being a boyfriend from three of the unlikeliest people.

“You have something you want to say to me?” His gaze darts around. “No, I just…” “You just what? You heard a rumor and decided it was true? Thought maybe you’d jump on the asshole train and ride it all the way to the station with the rest of the dickheads?”

“I want to be you when I grow up.” Brody salutes Cammie and disappears into our room, still carrying a stack of printed pages.

“My precious is also addicted to your mighty sword.” “He is pretty fucking mighty, isn’t he?”