Page 66 of Mr. July

“Is this Creed Season two? The one where Devon shows up in Springdale?”

Hunter plopped down, shoved his hand in our popcorn bowl and made himself comfortable.

“You’re crashing my date.”

“So? You do it to me all the time.” Hunter’s eyes never left the tv screen.

“What are you talking about?”

“Last Christmas. Last night. Take your pick,” he trailed off.

“Creed two is out? Ah, did you see the previews of the actor playing Rog?” Char squeezed in next to Hunter, lifted the bowl of popcorn off my lap as Hunter put an arm around her.

We watched six episodes before we hit pause to make more popcorn and refill our drinks. “Are you and Chase official yet?”

I turned to Hunter and shrugged. “I was still suing him until this morning.”

He waved his hand. “Foreplay. That’s all it was all this time. You really made him hot. We were at the gym when he got one of your messages on the app. He was so fired up he set a personal best on chest press. I thought he was going to pop a nerve. Now he’s popping something else.”

“Are you always so… crass?”

“I lived in a Frat for way too long. I just call it like it is. Chase is too serious. He needs to loosen up and take that stick out of his ass.”

I started laughing. “That’s exactly what I said to him on the app.”

“No shit?”

“What’s going on?” Charlie came back from the kitchen with Chase behind her.

“Nothing. Ryan and I are just getting to know one another.” Hunter placed a hand on my knee. Chase narrowed his eyes, slapped it away as he sat down, pulling me onto his lap away from Hunter.

He retaliated by grabbing Charlie and doing the same.

Chase growled.

Char rolled her eyes. “Boys. We’re not doing this. You’re going to ruin the show.” She hit play. I tried not to squirm as the scene came on where one of the main character’s best friends meets a handsome hottie in the woods at a summer bonfire where he seduces her into a puddle of mush. They got naked and it was hot watching the actor kiss her breasts. I think Hunter groaned. I could see why Char liked him. He was handsome, honest, and put himself out there instead of being ashamed of hiding anything.

Chase fingers inched under the hem of my shirt. I bit my lip as they traced tiny circles under my navel. My breath hitched; my heart picked up speed as we watched the actors on the screen fall into something.

Chase turned his head slightly; his lips found the spot right behind my ear. When he stood suddenly I was caged between his body and the ottoman. “Ryan and I are going upstairs to make out for a little bit. Be good.”

“Bro, you’re killing me.” Hunter bit a fist as his eyes went from us to the tv.

“Remember I have cameras down here. If you make a move on Charlie, I’ll know.”

I’d be embarrassed by his bold statement if I wasn’t so turned on. Chase grabbed my hand as he led me upstairs into the master bedroom. As soon as the door shut behind me, he turned the lock. The look in his eyes made my knees weak. He took his shirt off. But left his shorts on. Then hands found the hem of my tank top. I still had my tankini bathing suit top on underneath. His warm hands went to my shoulders, rolled the strap down until the fabric moved enough to free my breasts.

“Beautiful,” he sucked in a breath, hands roaming over my mounds, fingers circling the hardened points. Then his head was there taking turns tasting them both. My eyes closed. My hands buried in the back of his golden head. He lifted me, placed me on his bed. My legs opened for him to climb between. This time he let his hips rock into mine.

“Chase,” I hissed.

“I know baby.” His lips were everywhere as we writhed on the bed. My hands reached under the elastic band at his waist, reaching for him. He groaned my name as my hands wrapped around him. I pumped him in my fist as his mouth fastened to mine. Our tongues mated the way the rest of our bodies wanted to. He grabbed one of my hands, laced our fingers together, raising it high on the pillow while his other cupped my mound through my shorts. He molded it. Caressed it. Pressed hard, then light. I screamed into his kiss as I came hard just from the pressure of his hands.

I felt his smirk against my lips. But then he moved his hand inside my clothes, to play with the bud that had already had its release. “Chase! I can’t it’s too much!”

“You can and you will,” he growled. His mouth found a nipple, sucked, and pulled on it as he vaulted me to the stars a second time.

I scooted down, attempted to return the favor when his hand stayed me. “No, baby. Tonight, is about you.”

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