Chasing Chance: Gilcrest University Guys Book One
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I watched Chance sprint towards the back door. Laughing, I shook my head and took off in a slow jog after him. As I walked inside the house, I could hear his footsteps on the stairs. I stopped in the kitchen and pulled out the blueberry lemon muffins I’d put in the oven before going out to see him. I put two on a plate and carried them upstairs.
When I opened the door to my bedroom, Chance was lying face down on my bed, completely naked.
He looked over and grinned at me. “You lose.”
Jesus, he looked perfect lying there. I smiled back at him. “I’m pretty sure I won.”
“What are those?” he asked, propping his head up on his fist.
“I baked muffins,” I said lamely, staring down at the plate.
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re not?” I whispered. He shook his head slowly. “So, what do you want to do?” I asked as I set the plate down on my desk.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Take your clothes off.”
“Bossy much?” I teased.
His lips curled up a little at the ends. “Off, Andy.”
I took my glasses off and laid them on the desk, quickly pulling the scarf from my neck. I reached for the collar of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I could feel Chance’s eyes on me as I tugged on the drawstring of my sleep pants.
“You are so hot,” he whispered as my pants dropped to the floor. My cheeks warmed when I heard his compliment. “You don’t have any idea, do you?” he asked. “Come here.”
I climbed on the bed and crawled towards him. He reached up and I froze as his fingers drifted gently across my collarbone and down my chest, brushing lightly over my nipple, sending chills through my body. His touches felt like tiny whispers against my skin. I was so turned on, I wondered if I would come before we even started. The way he looked at me, so reverent and intense. I was breathless. His fingers traced the ridges and dips of my stomach and his eyes followed. I tried to control my breathing as he touched the soft hairs that led downward from my naval. It was all too much. It was too slow. I wanted him so much it was driving me insane.
His fingers played along the waistband of my briefs. “They’re red,” he said.
I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”
“You always wear black.”
“Yeah.”
“You have other colors?”
“Yeah,” I responded, sucking in a breath.
“Why don’t you wear them?” he asked as he traced his fingers along the band.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d like them,” I murmured breathlessly.
He looked up at me. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was worried you’d think they were too gay.”
He chuckled. “I love them,” he said, as he looked down again and slowly moved his thumb over the tip of my erection. I looked down. A wet spot had soaked through the red fabric. “Take them off,” he commanded as he pulled the waistband down to expose my pubic hair. I couldn’t take them off fast enough.
We lay facing each other. Completely naked. Baring our bodies and souls. He moved to kiss me. His lips were millimeters from mine.
“Do you know how many times I’ve laid next to you in this bed and wanted to kiss you?” he whispered.
I smiled. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true,” he whispered against my lips.
“Do you know how many times I’ve laid in this bed and jerked off thinking about kissing you?”
He chuckled and propped his head up with a fist, looking down at me. “Were you thinking about me every time you jerked off?” he asked as his fingers trailed down my side to my hip.
“Mostly,” I answered honestly.
“Mostly?” He grinned. “Who else?”
“Zac Efron,” I said, smiling at Chance.
“Fuck Zac Efron.” He smacked my ass and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I would,” I joked.
“You would not,” he said as he caressed my ass cheek.
“Are you crazy? Who wouldn’t?” I teased.
“I wouldn’t.” He was tracing an incomprehensible pattern on my ass cheek with his index finger.
“You’re lying. There’s not a person on this planet who wouldn’t fuck Zac Efron,” I said, laughing. I looked behind me. “What are you doing back there?”
“Writing my name. C-H-A-N-C-E,” he spelled aloud, tracing each letter with his finger on my ass.
“Why?” I asked, resting my forehead against his, smiling.
“Because you’re mine,” he whispered, smiling back at me.
“I am?”
“You are?”
“Yeah, I am. You want a Sharpie?”
He laughed. “Yeah. Fuck Zac Efron.”
“Okay,” I teased before I kissed him and moved in closer.
COMING SOON
Gilcrest University Guys Series
Resisting Rein
(Cam’s Story)
Helping Hank
(Jordy’s Story)
Tempting Tyson
(Ben’s Story)
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Mary Esther Parker, a former attorney, is an up-and-coming new author who lives in Tennessee with her teenage daughter and a grumpy white-haired cat. She loves to read just about anything. When she is not reading, she is writing, painting, making home improvements, or drinking wine with her best friends. She has a B.A. in Political Science and a J.D. from the University of Tennessee. She likes writing sweet love stories that combine a lot of laughs, sometimes a few tears, ooey-gooey romance at its best, and a whole lot of steamy sex, and she believes that when you put those things all together in the right way, you get the perfect feel-good read, guaranteed to leave you smiling in the end. She believes love is love, romance is romance, and gender is irrelevant.
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