Free Lust and Other Drugs by Saranna DeWylde Page B

wanted to talk?”
    Anne was unexpectedly tongue-tied. Even though she reminded
herself that this was just Chase. She’d always been able to tell him anything.
But he was suddenly the popular jock and she felt like the girl with glasses
and braces in the corner, reading Byron and dreaming that the poet wore his
face.
    It was stupid.
    So, she blurted, “Will you tell me about the site?”
    “What do you want to know?” Chase met her gaze squarely.
    “Everything?” Anne laughed. “I want details. It kind of hurt
that you didn’t think you could tell me.”
    “The same way that you didn’t think you could tell me you’d
been using said site?” Chase admonished with another smirk.
    “Okay, I see your point.” She blushed.
    “That still embarrasses you, even though I’ve already seen
parts of you even you haven’t seen?”
    “Yeah, kind of. That’s not something I’ve ever shared with
anyone.”
    “That you jill off to me?” He sounded so pleased with
himself.
    There was the Chase she knew so well, the confident man so
sure of his own appeal, but she couldn’t let him one-up her.
    “I didn’t only jill off to you, Chase. I objectified
you. I used you like a stripper would a new pole,” Anne said boldly with a
smile. When she saw the hard set of his jaw and the muscle tic in his cheek,
she knew she’d won that round, but she couldn’t resist going for the bonus
point. “Even after I stopped using the site, I couldn’t stop imagining you, or
innocent things we’d done together, and what they could have been. Sleeping in
the same bed on our senior trip, the warmth of our bodies together in the dark.
It was so cold and sometimes I wish we’d done other things to warm up. I wish
my first time had been with you, too.”
    He wasn’t about to be outdone. “Every video I’ve posted on
Dreamed Desire, I was thinking of you.”
    She gasped in surprise. All of that want, the lust she’d
seen in his eyes when he’d finally shown his face—it was all for her. It made
her clench her thighs together, hard, as if that could stop the onslaught of
need that throbbed in her cunt.
    “Are you saying that to one-up me, or are you saying it
because it’s true?” she asked, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. How had
this already careened so far off course? This was supposed to be a discussion
about boundaries, but instead of setting any, they were bulldozing through them.
    “I would tell you to come here and see for yourself, but we
promised we wouldn’t touch.” His mouth curved in a seductive smile.
    “Keep taunting me, Chase Donovan, and just see what you
get.”
    “This was your idea, sweetheart.”
    “You’re the one who said you wanted to be in here with me.”
    “You’re the one who demanded we take a hands-off approach.”
He made a gesture as if he were helpless against her.
    “You’re the one who gave in to my demands.”
    “I’m not made of stone,” he tossed back lightly, gliding
across the space between them to illustrate his point.
    “I beg to differ,” Anne taunted and moistened her lips. His
gaze zeroed in on her mouth.
    Just as he bent his head to kiss her, Gin and Seth barreled
through the door with wine and four glasses and Chase jerked away from her.
    “Dang, Anne. Have you been in there since we left?” Gin
asked as she pulled off her dress, revealing her cute pink-and-black polka-dot
bikini. “You don’t mind if we join you, do you?”
    She did mind. She minded very much. Anne tried in vain to
school her expression.
    “You do mind?” Seth asked with a raised brow, his
hands pausing on his jeans.
    YES , she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t very well
do that. Not at this juncture anyway. “No, not at all. The more the merrier,
right?” Anne finally twisted her mouth into a smile.
    Chase didn’t speak, but tugged Anne close. She ended up
sitting between his thighs. Her hands were resting on his knees, and when she
leaned back she came into contact with the expanse