Chase Lovett Wants Me

by Helena Hunting

For the observers. The introverts. The quiet ones. The bravest.

She pauses, head turning, chin tipping up. Gray eyes lift to meet mine. I feel her gaze like a shot of tequila to my soul. And other parts. “After you.” I motion her ahead of me. Her eyes flare. Her mouth opens and closes. Someone almost bumps into her from behind. Other bodies stream past us. She murmurs a barely audible thank you and scurries past me. I lose her in the crowd, disappointed because she has a face I want to keep looking at.

Colby rolls his eyes and scans his clipboard. “Lovett, you’re with…Lovelock in room 420.” “Who?” “Cameron Lovelock.” I look to the guys. Brody is focused on his phone. Gage just shrugs.

CAMMIE???

@legagornsandwich Gender neutral first name. They made a mistake and put us together. And there is only one bed. @therealophelia OMG OMFGGGGGGGGGG Ride him like a bucking bronco. @legagornsandwich In my dreams. Literally.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” I straighten my shirt and run a hand through my hair, trying to be cool about the fact that she just laid me out and I’m kind of a lot turned on by it. “My sister and I had to learn how to fight young because my dad wanted us to be able to defend ourselves. I had a black belt in karate by the time I was fifteen.” “That’s fucking hot,” I blurt.

Keg Party girl is busy hanging off Gage’s arm, so she doesn’t notice me leaving. On the way up to the room, I give myself a pep talk. “You got this, man. You can just hang out, feed her, talk. And then maybe if things go well, you’ll get to touch her again.” I exhale a long breath and try to push away the image of my fingers buried in all that soft wetness. But the way she looked, and the sound of my name tumbling from her lips when she came is tough to shove back in a box. “One step at a time. Food and conversation. You know how to eat and talk. You get eighties in all your courses. You’re not an intellectual slouch. You’re more than just a hockey player with a nice face.” The elevator doors slide open.

Aw he is nervous how cuteeee

“I’m not hanging out with you because I feel obligated. I’m hanging out with you because I like you. You’re fucking beautiful, you’re cool as shit, you tell it like it is, and you’re a little dirty. Which I’m super down with, by the way.

His eyes narrow further. “What about in real life?” My brows shoot up. “Uh, I mean, I guess if Aragorn and Legolas were real people I would jump into that scenario, but mostly I don’t like my attention on more than one person at a time.” His shoulders come down from his ears. “Okay, good. That’s good.” I shove his shoulder. “Oh my God. Were you jealous for a hot second?” “Pfft. No.” He runs his hand through his hair and side-eyes me. “Yeah, actually.”

“I’d fucking love to eat you out.” He nods vigorously. “Like so much.”

He carefully removes my shirt, brushing my hair over my shoulder after he drops it on the floor. I’m so thankful I didn’t wear a bra last night. His eyes lock on my boobs and he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat. Chase drops to his knees.

He lies on his back and adjusts the pillow, then beckons me closer. “Bring that precious over here.” “You don’t have to keep calling it that.” “Yeah, I do. It’s part of the scene. Bring it hither.”

“For the love of God, Cammie, put a desperate man out of his fucking misery, and sit on my face.”

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “You come first.” He’s a rare gem. “If you insist.” “I do.” He sits up in a rush, grabs me by the waist, and flips me onto my back.

“So fucking good,” he mumbles against my hot skin. We both groan, and I bite my lip and slap a hand over my mouth. “Oh, hell no.” Chase grabs my hand and pulls it away from my face. “Those moans are mine and I want to hear every last one of them.”

oh my god

He keeps lapping at me until I pull roughly on his hair. “Too sensitive. Precious needs a break.” He lifts his head and swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Did I do good?”

"did i do good?" good boyyyyy. YOU BETTER DROP TO YOUR KNEES AND BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT BABY

Chase gently but firmly slides his fingers into my hair and cups my head in his palms. “I’d like to fuck your mouth, please,” he grinds out.

“Please? Just come hang out for a bit.” He bats his lashes. “I’ll eat your precious again when we come back up here.”

“The message is still there. Didn’t you sleep in your room last night?” His jaw tics. “What’s this?” I poke his cheek. “What’s what?” “There’s a muscle jumping in your jaw.” His nostrils flare and he leans in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper and brushing his lips on the shell of my ear. “I like you. I missed you.” I feel him take a deep breath before continuing. “And the idea of someone else touching your precious when I want it to be mine makes me unhappy.”

Jealousy jealousy

“It’s nice to meet you, Cammie.” Mac is ridiculously flirty. Everything about him screams one-night stand. “Don’t use that tone with Cammie,” Chase grumbles.

He nods, gaze moving over my face as he tucks his finger under my backpack strap. “I can carry this for you.” “I have a black belt; I can handle a backpack.” “I know. But I’d like to carry your books for you, all nineteen-fifties-style chivalrous like.”

HELL YEAH A MAN

Chase half-groans that statement as his eyes heat. 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 maybe tomorrow morning I can meet you for coffee after my practice?” “Sure. Yeah. I’d like that.” I think he just asked me on a coffee date. “Cool. Awesome. That’s great. I’ll text you later.”

Nervous little babyyyy

I want more than someone to get off with. I want to watch movies and study and hang out with Cammie while she writes a new chapter as much as I want to feel her lips on mine. I want her to be my person, and I want to be hers.

“Hey, yourself.” When she’s close enough, I tug on the loose end of a backpack strap and pull her into me. She tips her head up and I bend, but she leans away. “What are you doing?” “Saying hi.” “People are going to think we’re a thing.” “Good. I want us to be a thing.” I stroke her cheek with a single finger. “Can I please kiss you?” “Right now?” She glances around. “Yeah. Right now.” She’s so cute. I can’t remember the last time a girl didn’t want to kiss me in front of everyone. It’s refreshing to be wanted for more than my athlete status.

She kissed me. And invited me to knock on her door later tonight. It’s progress. And I’ll take it.

He drops into my chair and it groans under his weight. He has to lower the chair so his knees don’t hit the desk. When I move to stand next to him, he spins the chair and pulls me into his lap, then moves to face the computer again.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. So fucking badly. But I want to take you on a date first. I like you. I like touching you, and reading your smutty fanfic, and acting out scenes that you might want to write into future chapters, but I also just like you. 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. The Hobbit is playing at the vintage theater tomorrow night. If you’re free.” “I’m free.” “Awesome. Great.” He grips the back of my computer chair and rolls it so it forms a barricade between us. “I want to hang out with you, but I’m in a pretty heightened state.” He thumbs over his shoulder. “So I’m going to go back to my room and hopefully Brody is out so I can deal with my situation.” “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.”

pick up my glasses cleaning cloth and hold it out to him. “You can take this with you.” He plucks it from my fingers without making contact, fists it, and gives me an imploring look as he brings it to his nose and sniffs. “I’m never giving this back.”

Oh he is OBSESSED

“I hope you’re good and hungry tomorrow night, Chase, because my pussy is on the dessert menu.” I suck his bottom lip, dragging it between my teeth before I release him. He stumbles backward two steps. “For the love of God, Cammie, close the fucking door.” I do. And turn the lock. The knob rattles. Chase makes a desperate sound on the other side and pounds on it with his fist. I flip the lock again and open it two inches. He’s on his knees in front of the door. “Don’t forget, I have a black belt; I can take you down.” He grips the jambs. “The next twenty hours will be the most delicious torture.” “Sweet dreams, Chase.” I wink and close the door again.

ON HIS KNEESSSSSSSS HELLLLL YEAHHHH A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS

The host tucks us into a booth. Instead of sitting across from me, Chase slides into the seat beside mine.

Love that

“And then there you were.” “I was always there.” “I wasn’t ready for you yet.” “And you think you are now?” “Yeah. Definitely.”

Aw

He chews on the inside of his lip and gives me puppy-dog eyes. I splay my hand over his face. “That expression is completely unfair.” He takes my hand in his and kisses my palm, batting his long, pretty lashes. “Please, Cammie?

my girl.” I put a protective arm around her.

the looming deadline that’s creeping up on me like a bad wedgie.

I love this comparison

And he sinks. Into me. Filling me in one stroke. Bottoming out. The wild burn rushes through me and steals my breath. It’s a sensation I don’t know what to do with. I succumb. But also. Also…the fullness, and then…then…the pleasurable ache that makes everything tighten. “Shit. Shit. Fuck.” His hands tremble against my cheeks. “Cammie, Cammie, Cammie.” A full body shudder runs through him, followed by a deep primal groan. I do this to him. Being inside me like this makes him feel this way.

She wants to be an author but doesn’t know if she’s brave enough to do it. I think she can do anything though.

<3

Cammie Sounds good. I’ll text when I’m awake. Sweet dreams. Xx Chase They’re sweetest when you’re next to me. See you in the morning. Xx

I rush around in front of him and put my hands on his chest. “Do not make me lay you out. Especially not on cement.” His right eye twitches and his nostrils flare. I arch a brow. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

falling in love is part of life. And it’s amazing and scary and all the best things. Maybe Chase is it for you. Maybe you’ve found your one. But the only way to know for sure is to jump in with both feet.”

Sometimes we have to choose to live life scared, or we’re not really living it at all.”

You can’t fail if you don’t try, but you can’t succeed either.

I remind myself that they don’t matter. It’s better to live life scared than not live it at all.