Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(36)

“You got laid?” He slaps my back and offers a fist for me to bump.

“No, not yet.” I shake my head, laughing, but it’s strained. Was there a time limit on bedding Chastity?

“So, what’s with the afterglow?” he snorts, sipping his coffee and wincing.

“Nothing, but while we’re on the subject.”

“The subject of nothing?” He smirks.

“You know what I mean. Is there a time limit?”

“Before we graduate would be good,” he mocks me.

“So…no?”

“No, what?” Wrath asks, taking a seat with us. He’s seemed off the last few days, worry clouding his eyes.

“Everything okay?” Pride asks, seeing the same strain.

“Yeah. I need to get to class.” With that, he stands and saunters off.

“That was weird,” I state.

“You’re all weird,” Pride grunts, tossing his full cup in the bin and swiping up his backpack.

“So…no?” I shout after him.

He ignores me. Asshole.

Lessons blend into one as the day ticks by slow as fuck.

Chastity: Carnival is in town.

Me: Carnival is always in town around you. You smell like cotton candy and apples.

Chastity: Is that a good thing?

Me: A very good thing. Groans

Chastity: If you take me, I’ll let you kiss me in the tunnel of love.

Me: Deal.





Anticipation tightens my muscles. My hands clench and unclench. Ever since she told me she would let me kiss her in the tunnel of love, I’ve had a one-track mind.

The outfit she opted to wear is driving me crazy. I’m about to bust a nut in my pants. The way she makes me feel is so unlike me, yet I don’t want to pull away from it—I want to run toward it full force.

She holds back the pain, the sorrow and fear of not being good enough of surviving and my mother hating me for it. She makes the raging storm calm so I can breathe through it.

“You’re staring again.” She bites her lip, turning to face me.

“I’m not even going to deny it, you look incredible.” I tell her, raking my eyes down the summer dress that hugs her tits and waist, then flares out to flirt with the tops of her creamy thighs. She’s sexy and innocence all wrapped up in a forbidden, delicious package.

“Let’s get cotton candy.” She beams, taking my hand and tugging me toward a stall.

“Two please,” I say, but Chastity holds her finger up. “Just one. We’ll share.”

The girl manning the machine looks to me for confirmation.

“One.”

Warm bodies move around us like movie extras. Tonight is just about the two of us. No one else exists in our reality.



Curling cotton candy around her finger, she makes a show of swiping her tongue out to gobble it up.

“You want a taste?” She smirks, pushing the pink cloud toward my face.

Yes I do.

Tugging her wrist, I catapult her toward me, then steal her squeal with my lips. I suck her fat bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a pop.

“Delicious.” I wink. She just stares at me, breathing heavy and unrestrained.

“Kiss me, Rhett Masters,” she demands, dropping the sticky sugar to the floor and throwing her arms around my neck.

Her supple body pushes hard against mine. “Kiss me like no one is watching,” she breathes, her eyes shimmering with need.

Crashing my lips to hers, I drain the air from her lungs and make my own seize.

My arms wrap around her torso, pinning her body to mine and I devour her, unrelenting. I roam her mouth with my tongue, exploring, caressing. Her body is so responsive to mine, she shudders in my arms, giving back everything I’m giving her.

Nerves and excitement spark in my gut like it’s my first time. I can’t explain it. All I know is this is new, this is real, this means something—like the world stopped and all there is is me and her.

Catcalls break through the heady haze of lust, and the world floods back in. I reluctantly slip her down my body and steady her when she sways.

“Get a room,” someone snorts as they walk past, giving us stink eye.

Ignoring the audience, she pats her hand over her chest above her heart and smiles.

“I’m definitely living the best life. Wow.” She giggles.

Grasping her behind her neck, I pull her head against my chest and kiss the top of her head, taking a moment to inhale the apple of her shampoo.

Her hands tighten in my shirt, and my cock strains and pulses against the zipper of my jeans, desperate to plunge into her heat.




Now that we’ve crossed the threshold of making out, she can’t keep her lips from mine, and I can’t keep my hands from roaming every curve of her taut body. Placing my palm against her lower back, I assist her very capable body into the seat of the love boat.

Who dreams this shit up? Love boat? And since when would I ever go on something like this?

Her smile brightens, and my heart stammers. Since her, that’s when.




We’ve been on every ride there is, all but the house of mirrors. Bugs have bitten our flesh, and we’re drunk on junk food and sugar candy. Chastity has been carrying around a giant pink bear I won on ring toss, refusing to let me dump him on a park bench.