Page 136 of Dream Chaser
My eyesight is twenty-twenty, so when I see she’s on a call with Sarah, Tessa, Jade, Phoebe, Ava, Harper, Lo, Riley, Syd, and London all right there on her screen, no doubt getting an eyeful, I drop faster than I did when my college coach yelled, “Hit!”
Then they all start laughing.
“What are you doing?” Izzy … screeches? Yells? Whatever that sound is, it’s not pleasant.
Neither is the situation I find myself in. Morning wood meeting tile? That shit doesn’t feel good—not at all.
I open my mouth to talk, and all that comes out is a painful groan.
The ladies start laughing even harder, and then Iz does, too.
“Morning Izzy, ladies,” I manage to say without squeaking, into the damn floor.
“Oh my God, that did not just happen,” Iz says, sounding mortified.
I roll my head to the side to see if she has ended the call. She hasn’t.
“You mind grabbing me a towel?” I ask quietly.
“Might wanna get a bath sheet,” One of them says—Jade, I think—and they all start laughing again, even Iz.
“Is this part of the cult Jake was talking about?” I ask.
Izzy just stares at me, like this is somehow my fault.
“Jake told!” Tessa yells.
“To be fair”—Sarah laughs—“we already knew it was happening.”
They go back and forth about Jake, and I realize I just screwed the pooch as far as being in his favor goes.
I decide to army crawl my ass back to the bedroom, but Iz quickly says, “Chat later,” and ends the call. She drops the phone and covers her face with both hands, shoulders shaking in silent sobs, and it fucking wrecks me.
“Iz, no, no, no.” I scramble over to her, shove my hand under her head, and sit her up, pulling her against me. “Please, don’t cry. Please, please, please, don’t do that.”
She starts to pull away. “Oh my?—”
“I’ll fix it. I’m not sure how, but I will, Iz. Swear it.”
A snort comes out of her. “I’m not crying, you fool.” She sits back, and I see she is, in fact, not crying, although tears are involved—she’s laughing.
“I’m not sure whether to be relieved or … Maybe you should let me know how I should feel since I just flashed the entire BV MILF club, little Griff.”
“First, Griff-zilla is not little and?—”
I chuckle. “Well, I see you’ve settled on a name.”
She elbows me. “MILF club?”
“Fuck, I mean, I don’t wanna lay down with any of them ’cause I got my girl, but as I told your parents the other day, you come from great genes. So, offense should not be taken.”
“It’s not,” comes from the … fucking phone.
“Izzy Ross,” I groan, shaking my head. “You trying to get me killed?”
Each time is better.
That’s the thought running wild through my head as she arches beneath me, mouth parted, hands gripping the edgeof my shoulders like she’s anchoring herself to this plane of existence. Last night was good—no, last night was unforgettable—but this morning?
