Page 59 of Running Winter

I didn't answer her. Instead, I dragged myself away from her, replacing the used condom with a new one.

"Anything you say, babe." I winked, moving her, so she was sitting astride me. "But as you've got some making up to do, you can go on top."

"I like this dominant side to you," she moaned, lowering herself onto me.

"Like I said, I've got flaws. I'll introduce you to them. But first, fuck me like you mean it."

"Yes, sir," she breathed.

CALI, BABY

R A F E

“California, baby. Los Angeles, city of dreams, home of countless women just waiting for us to make their acquaintance.”

I grinned, winking at Chase as he laughed.

“Jeez, I can already see about fifty girls that I would risk my life to fuck.”

Chase swiped on his phone, a stupid smile on his face.

“Did you hear a damn word I said?” I sighed, walking ahead of him as I clocked the appreciative looks we were getting from the girls in the airport.

Chase looked up at me blankly.

“What? Same shit, wasn’t it? Girls, pussy, sex, and parties.”

“That, my man, is why you are moving here,” I reminded him as he rolled his eyes. “I get to come and visit, play the field...”

“Leaving me to pick up the pieces? Nah, you are going to behave.”

I snorted in response, and he shot me a warning look before looking back at his phone.

“You’re already pissing me off with this girlfriend shit,” I snapped, and Chase pushed his phone into his pocket before sighing.

“We aren’t together—”

“No? Then stop telling her about every breath you take. It’s sickening.”

Rayna and Chase had finally got it on last night, and as happy as I was for him, I didn’t want to be a lone ranger in Cali.

I needed my brother by my side.

“You kept telling me to sort it out with her, fuck!” Chase scoffed, heading towards the cabs lined up outside the airport.

We’d booked a cheap hotel in the center of West LA, and if Chase thought booking two rooms was a costly, unnecessary decision, I would prove him wrong tonight.

I had it in my head that we were going to meet sisters or twins. Ideally, identical twins, and hopefully, Chase would be so in love with his childhood sweetheart that he wouldn’t be interested, and I would get both.

Yum.

“I’m happy for you,” I drawled, throwing my duffel bag into the trunk of the cab before jumping in.

The ride was surprisingly quick given the busy roads, and within forty minutes, we were standing in our hotel rooms.

Chase was eager as fuck to get to UCLA, but I had made him promise we could go and party straight away after.

So we changed and met back up, and soon enough, we were at UCLA.

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