Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“I could be persuaded.”
CHAPTER 8
CHASE
Iwake to Cammie draped across my body. Her leg is thrown over mine, small hand resting on my chest, pillow tucked into the crook of my arm where her head rests. Her long lashes fan across her cheek, her full lips are parted, and every so often she makes a little humming sound. She’s so fucking beautiful. I seriously can’t believe she didn’t enter my orbit albeit fleetingly until last night. I’ve been so caught up in my own shit.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. I reach for it, unsure of the time. The clock flashes four thirteen, but there’s light peeking through the narrow gap in the curtains.
I have messages from the guys and new ones from the university app. Apparently classes and practice are canceled today on account of the storm. Several buildings are without power. While I was getting a bathroom handy, we had a near tornado rip through campus, followed by torrential rain and a hailstorm. Currently, conditions are windy and icy, and the message is to avoid going out for any reason other than emergencies.
Which means I have a whole day with Cammie. Maybe we’ll get each other off again. More than once. Corresponding body parts perk up at the prospect. I wish I could reach my backpack so I could pop a mint.
Cammie stretches and her hand slides over my chest, fingers brushing my nipple. As she toys with it, her lips pucker, and her brows furrow. Eventually one lid cracks, then the other. Her eyes dart around and lift to my face. Assessing. Processing.
When she starts to lift her hand, I cover it with mine. She frowns and uses her other hand to pinch herself. “Ow.” Her tongue drags across her full bottom lip. “Did I have a fever dream last night, or did you put your fingers in my pussy?”
“I absolutely did that. And you came on them.” I would do it a thousand times over just to watch her unravel for me.
She pokes her cheek with her tongue. “And I gave you a handy?”
“Yeah. It was fucking amazing. I would love to do it again. The putting my fingers in your precious and you touching my…me.”
“Cool.” Her lips push out in a semi-pensive pout. “I need to pee.” She throws the covers off and rolls out of bed. She hikes the shirt she’s wearing up as she pads across the floor, giving me a peek of cheek as she scratches the back of her thigh.
I quickly roll out of bed and chew two mints to get rid of my morning breath. My eyes water, so I chug from the bottle on the nightstand, but it only makes the burning worse. I hop back into bed and try to cop a casual pose. Should I be on my side or like just propped up on my back? But when she returns from the bathroom she’s fully dressed in her clothes from yesterday.
“I should probably get ready for class. What time is it even?”
I check my phone. “It’s eight thirty. But classes are canceled because of the storm.” I motion to the window, which I haven’t checked since I’ve been awake. The school news feed makes it sound bad.
She crosses the room in her black jeans and a T-shirt. I know what she’s hiding under there, and I’m a fan. She parts the curtains and retracts the blackout blinds.
“Holy shit. You should check this out.”
I tuck my half hard-on into the waistband of my boxer briefs and reluctantly get out of bed. “Holy shit is right.” Tree branches litter the parking lot and the boulevard, and a small tree has toppled over completely. Most of the cars in the lot have dents in the hoods and roofs. There must be an inch of half-melted hail littering the ground. It’s a mess out there.
“I guess we’re stuck here for the time being,” Cammie muses.
Would it be weird if I wrapped my arms around her? Probably. “Looks that way.” My stomach makes an awful gurgling sound.
She arches her brow. “I bet you need to feed that beast frequently.”
I pat my abs. “Yeah. I usually don’t go more than a few hours without a meal.”
My phone buzzes from the nightstand several times.
“Looks like someone really needs you,” Cammie observes.
“It’s probably the guys.” I grab it. I’m right. They’re talking about food. It’s a common occurrence. “You wanna grab breakfast with me and a few of my teammates? I can introduce you. There’s a buffet in the hotel restaurant.”
“Oh, uh.” Cammie fingers the end of her ponytail. It’s kinky from the braid she had it in last night. “I’m good. I’ve got a few granola bars in my bag, and there’s a coffee maker in the room.”
“We get to eat free. And it’s a buffet.” I love buffets. Endless food options and no limits.