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I moan. I can’t help myself. “God, me too.”
That undoes him. His eyes squeeze shut, and his head drops back as he strokes furiously. “Fuck, Twyla.”
My name from his lips almost sends me over the edge. I arch my back with another moan.
“That’s it, sunshine. Make yourself come for me.”
It’s the pet name that does it. I come with a cry, my body jerking as sensation after sensation pulses through me.
I sag against the mirror and watch as Chase’s jaw tightens and his arm and ab muscles flex as he strokes in an uneven cadence. He hunches his back, leaning toward the glass with one palm supporting his weight, and he comes on a groan. His seed streams out and washes down the drain with the water, leaving him panting and staring at the shower floor while he collects himself.
And now, for the first time since I stepped in here, I’m self-conscious and don’t know what to do.
I could explain away Chase pulling me into his lap while we were watching TV. He was comforting me, not a huge deal—even if it felt like something more at the time. And even this… technically, we haven’t touched each other or fooled around, so maybe there’s still a way to go back to how things were before. Even if I have firsthand knowledge of the vein that runs up the underside of Chase’s cock.
He raises his head, water dripping down his face, and our eyes meet and hold. The intensity in them hasn’t lessened, even after his orgasm.
“I’m going to go feed Zeus.” I hop off the counter and leave the en suite, cringing at myself.
By the time I’ve fed the cat and gotten a bottle of water for my suddenly dry throat, I feel a little more like myself. Or at least I think I do until Chase walks into the kitchen, hair still damp, dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
I can barely look at him, so I pretend I’m really interested in supervising Zeus’s meal.
“Twyla, we should—”
“We should get started on the episode so you can get to bed on time,” I say, cutting him off. I can’t bear to hear him say it was a mistake. I need to shore up my defenses before another man rejects me.
I look at him and his brown eyes burn with intensity, but he must see something on my face that tells him I’m not ready to have this conversation, so he nods. “Yeah. Sure.”
I don’t get to sit in the cradle of his arms this time, which is disappointing at first. But I remind myself that I came to San Francisco to make my life easier, not more difficult, and Chase Andrews and the word difficult go hand in hand.
Sixteen
Chase
“Don’t you think, Chase?”
My name is the only thing that draws me from my thoughts as the guys and I eat lunch at the training facility. “Huh?”
“If we run more blitzes, we’ll have a better result on Sunday?” Miles asks.
It takes me a minute to gather my thoughts because the truth is, I was thinking about his little sister masturbating on my bathroom counter last night, something I’m pretty sure Miles wouldn’t appreciate as much as I did.
Fuck, Twyla was so hot pleasuring herself. The wetness of her panties and her hand sliding down. I cannot get the visual out of my head and I came twice last night after she left. She’s the proverbial innocent good girl, so seeing her desperate and giving herself what she needed was one hell of a turn-on.
“Where’s your head been today?” Lee asks.
“Nowhere.” I clear my throat and glance at Miles. “Didn’t sleep well last night. I’m tired.”
“Been meaning to ask you if you’ve seen any guys coming around my sister’s place? I had dinner with her last night, and when I asked her if she’d met anyone since she’s been out here, she got kind of cagey.”
“You think she’s seeing someone?” Brady asks and glances at me.
Shit.Does he know something? Did Twyla tell Violet and she told Brady?
Miles shrugs. “Not sure. But I got the definite feeling that something’s up.”
I clear my throat and shove another forkful of whitefish into my mouth.
