B0161IZ63U (A) by Trevion Burns Read Free Book Online Page B

look his way.  Only his hard abs were visible now, moving and tightening as he worked on the drain. His long torso stretched across the floor of her large kitchen with one leg bent at the knee.  His bare toes flexed as he worked to fix her broken house.
    She jammed her eyes shut when the adoration coursing through her for her oldest friend seemed to go into overdrive.
    To that day, it confused her why calling him a friend no longer felt right.
    It no longer fit.
    As her thoughts raced, she was, once again, thankful that his face was hidden beneath her kitchen counter.
    Since he was a kid, Chase had always looked at her with a gleam in his eye.  Now that he was nineteen, and apparently had grown into his body by a mile , that gleam had started making suggestions.  Without ever saying a word, those green eyes of his made perilous suggestions, the kind her heart simply couldn’t entertain.
    His eyes were beginning to speak to her, speaking words he would never say.
    It was only in the past few months, however, that her body had begun to respond.
     
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    “Who the fuck is Lila?”
    Chase found himself gaping into the stunned brown eyes of Julie Barnes, the petite blonde who was straddling him, in complete shock. It was late morning, and the sun was quickly rising, blaring into the windows that flanked his king sized bed on either side.
    Chase had blessedly woken up to the sight of his cock between this beauty’s pretty pink lips, thrusting in search of her warm tongue while smiling at the pleasant surprise.
    He’d picked Lila up from jail less than 24 hours ago. Having spent the rest of the night piecing her house back together while she strutted around in that infuriating robe, it was no surprise that she was still at the forefront of Chase’s mind.   In fact, Lila had been so squarely at the forefront of his mind that he’d spent the better part of the morning working hard to get her out.  With a little help from his beautiful blonde company, who’d stopped grinding on top of him in mid-swirl, he’d been well on his way.
    He was still inside her as he sputtered for an appropriate response, only managing a confused grunt when she threw his royal blue sheets away, leapt off the bed, and began to dress frantically. Being torturously ripped away from Julie’s warmth, Chase’s dick slapped his stomach.  The slap sounded angry. Like his penis was aware that he’d cost them both a good time. 
    “Julie, come on.  You’re imagining things.”
    She hadn’t been. 
    She’d been doing a beautiful job showing him a morning of delight and ecstasy.  Apparently, she’d shown him so much delight and ecstasy that he’d screamed out the name of the one woman he’d never had, but couldn’t seem to get out of his head.
    When he realized this was a fight fought in vain, he fell back on his pillows with a plop, still staring up at the ceiling in dismay.
    Julie left the room in a huff, and his brain raced.
    Who the fuck is Lila?
    He didn’t even know where to begin.
    With a deep groan and throbbing dick, he rolled out of bed, stalked across his room and started a cold shower.
     
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    “Almeida. Whaddup doe?”
    Chase nodded to his roommate, Ronnie, as he made his way out of his bedroom, freshly showered. He adjusted the basketball shorts on his hips as he moved barefoot across the concrete floors of their two-bedroom apartment.
    Ronnie, the alarmingly tall, skinny, vanilla latte colored starting center for the Harvard Crimson basketball team, was cooking up his famous breakfast dish, eggs and chorizo.  Half black and half Mexican, it was a dish that his mother had taught him to make years ago.  It always reminded Ronnie of home, and it was delicious.
    Since Chase had purchased the upscale apartment with cash from he and his brother’s inheritance, he was happy to offer his best friend the second room at half what it was worth.  Ronnie came from a single parent household.  Raising him, his mother barely had