: Chapter 15

I’ve just finished uploading my newest chapter when there’s a knock at my door. It’s ten thirty. I close my laptop and check my reflection in the mirror before I put my eye to the peephole.

Standing outside my room is Chase. Based on the state of his hair, he’s fresh from the shower. He waves at someone as they pass, then runs his hand through his hair and stuffs it in his pocket.

My stomach fills with butterflies and my heart slams itself excitedly around in my chest. I do a breath-freshness check, deem myself Chase ready, and open the door. “Hey.”

“Hi.” The right side of his mouth quirks up in a shy smile.

“How was the game?”

“Good. We won. Did you finish your assignment?”

“It’s about fifty percent finished.” I make a face. I got distracted by my fanfic, as usual. “If you won, shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

“It was just a scrimmage, not an official game. Those are on the weekends. And I wanted to see you.” He chews on the corner of his lip.

“Do you want to come in?” I step back.

“Is that okay? Or we can hang out in the common room if that’s better for you?” He runs a hand through his hair. Then stuffs it in his pocket. Again.

Two guys pass him and he’s forced to withdraw it almost immediately so he can fist-bump them. They both say hi to me, too. “The common room doesn’t seem better for you.” He’s more likely to be inundated by people who want his attention. And I don’t feel like sharing him right now.

He shrugs.

I hook my finger around his and tug.

He steps over the threshold, and I close the door behind him.

His gaze bounces around my room, then lands on the posters above my bed. “The pretty one’s Arwen?”

“And the hot guys are Legolas and Aragorn.” I stuff my hands in my hoodie.

“I can see the allure.” Chase rubs his bottom lip.

“Of Arwen?” I ask.

“Of the three of them together.” His gaze shifts back to me. “Did you finish the next chapter?”

“Maybe.”

“Can I maybe read it?”

“If you want.” I tap the back of my computer chair. I’m already getting sweaty, and the full body tingles have started just from the thought.

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.

“Fuck, I’m excited.” He flips the laptop open.

The screen blinks to life. Arwen, Aragorn, and Legolas stare back at us. I use my fingerprint to unlock the computer, and the chapter appears on the website. I hit refresh and am thrilled to see there are already two hundred reviews.

“Legagorn Sandwich, very creative.” Chase wraps his arm around my waist.

“What are you doing?”

“Cuddling with you while I read this.” He moves my hair out of the way and kisses my neck. “Will you scroll for me?”

“Sure.”

He rests his chin on my shoulder. Chase’s hard chest presses against my back and his free hand settles high on my right thigh. His hands are so big. Again, his lips move as he reads and every so often, he kisses my neck and inhales deeply.

“Oh fuck.” The hand on my thigh clenches. “Holy shit.” He bites the edge of my jaw. “You wrote the scene.”

I turn my head in his direction. “I did.”

His hot gaze moves to my mouth and the arm around my waist loosens. He cups my cheek in his palm and pulls my mouth to his. It’s awkward with me sitting in his lap, but I swear I feel his erection against my ass. I roll my hips. He groans into my mouth and deepens the kiss. I cover the hand on my thigh and move it between my legs. I’m wearing pajama pants, so the sensation is muted, but still.

He tears his mouth from mine. “Wait!”

I startle and hop out of his lap, then stumble and almost lose my footing because my legs are like overcooked noodles.

“Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. Shit.” He pushes out of the computer chair. His gaze darts back to my laptop. I swear there’s real longing in his eyes.

But then…then I notice the very excessive problem in Chase’s pants. I lick my lips. I can’t help it. It’s a reflex.

“Oh my God. Please don’t do that.” Chase shoves his hands in his hair and grips it tightly.

“Don’t do what?” I have no idea what is happening right now.

“Look at me like that. Lick your delightful fucking lips like that,” he groans.

“Not all of you seems to mind.”

He bends at the waist, like he’s in pain. “Fuuuuuccck.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. Fuck.” He flings a hand toward my laptop. “I can’t read that right now. I really want to. Fuck. But if I do, I’m going to want to do other things.”

“We can do other things,” I reassure him.

“No. We can’t.”

It’s hard to swallow humiliation, but I manage.

He must read my mortification on my face because he raises a hand. “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.”

I 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.”

“I have like twenty.”

“Cool. Knock on my door tomorrow at six?”

“I can do that.”

“Awesome.” He backs toward the door and fumbles for the knob. “I can’t wait to eat you for dinner.”

I doubt he realizes what he just said. “Me neither.” I slowly walk towards him as he frantically tries to exit my room.

He gets the door open and steps into the hall. I grab the front of his shirt.

“Cammie,” he groans.

I tug, forcing him to bend. Is this what sexy, powerful women feel like? I’m a human weapon, bringing this huge, hot man-boy to his knees. Proverbially speaking. He holds the door open just enough that his head fits through.

“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.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Lovett?”

“Fuck you, Gage.”

“Chase? Are you okay?” a female voice asks.

“Barbiebelle, I’m not in the mood.” A few moments later a door closes heavily down the hall.

Fifteen minutes later my phone dings with a message.

I hug my phone to my chest and grin at the ceiling where Legolas and Aragorn stare down at me.

“He’s a little obsessed with me.”

It’s a heady feeling, having someone as amazing as Chase want me with such fervor. And I think I like it.