By Chance Box Set 1

by S A Clayton

  “Fuck, JJ. This dress…is everything,” he says undoing my coat and teasing the hem of my short dress. My head falls back against the stone façade as I shiver at the feel of his lips blazing a trail up my neck. “This is gonna be fast and fucking hard, I’ll go slow later. I’ll show you how much I love you later. I promise.” My head shakes, wanting him to know this is exactly what I want. Hot, needy love that defies all logic. This is the love I want.

  “I want it. I need to feel you. Right. Now.” I mutter, as I pull his belt open and undo the zipper of his jeans. I hear his breaths coming in fast succession and I know he’s as desperate for this as I am, but the difference this time is when I look into his eyes, all I see his love.

  I crave that look.

  “Take it out, sweetheart,” Liam mutters as my hand delves into his pants and grips him hard. His grunts tell me all I need to know. “Fuck, sweetheart. Your hand feels so fucking good wrapped around me,” he moans as I grip it tighter, watching his fingers straining against the wall on either side of my head.

  “Imagine what my pussy would feel like wrapped around you,” I whisper, my lips sucking his neck as I lean flush against him. “Imagine my hot, tight, wet pussy wrapped around your hard cock as you fuck me hard against this wall.” I notice something snap in his gaze. His hands leave the wall as pulls the hem of my dress up, exposing my lace-covered sex.

  “You ready, beautiful?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye, his fingers lightly brushing against my clit, making me jump. I bite my lower lip, his fingers pulling my panties to the side as he lines up his cock with my eager opening. That cocky smirk crosses his face just as he pushes his tip into me and waits. My eyes close, loving the fullness of him just like this. But I want more, I need more. So my hands wrap themselves around his neck and pull him close.

  “If you don’t fuck soon, I will walk back into that house and make you sit through dinner…again.” He grins and winks just before he slams all the way into me. I grunt at the force, but then he starts to fuck me and everything goes white. His hands grab my ass, lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist as he plunges deeper than before, sending us both over the edge.

  “Fuck, JJ, you feel so fucking good like this.” His hips fuck me with so much force I can feel the stones cutting into my back. But I couldn’t care less, because the feel of him inside me like this, wild and crazed, is a feeling I never want to forget. “When we get home, I will fuck you slow on my bed, but damn, you against a wall is everything.”

  “Liam…” I whimper as he slows, bringing his cock out almost all the way and then slamming back inside. He does this a few more times before the orgasm starts in the pit of my stomach. “Faster…” I cry as his lips seal to mine and he slams into me one more time before stopping.

  “I need to hear you say it again,” he mutters against my lips, and I smile, knowing exactly what he wants.

  “I love you,” I whisper, feeling his cock swell at the words. “I love you so much, Liam,” I repeat, and he loses all control, fucking into me with such force that the scream stays in my throat.

  “I love you so much…” he grunts. “I love the way you look at me when we’re in the same room, I love the way you laugh at my lame jokes.” He doesn’t let up, his cock pounding into me, making me see stars. “I love the way your hair feels against my skin when you fall asleep on top of me. But you know what I love the most? How you look when you come, and I need to see that, baby. I need to see you come for me.” His words are like a bomb and my orgasm rushes to the surface. Liam feels it too and fucks me harder against the wall as my hands grip his hair, bringing his lips to mine just as the orgasm bursts through me. His mouth catches my cries of pleasure and his hold tightens on my hips just as he stills inside me. His noises send me over the edge once more and before I know it, we’re both panting and out of breath.

  “Jesus. You are…” he says slipping out of me, and placing me back on wobbly legs. I stare as he puts himself back into his jeans and I blush at what just happened. “Amazing,” he whispers as his lips touch mine softly. My eyes meet his and I can’t help but smile at the look he’s giving me.

  “What?” I ask, his lips touching mine again just as his fingers pull my dress back down to cover me.

  “I love you, JJ. No matter what, I will always love you.” I smile and kiss his chest as his arms wrap around me.

  “I love you too. No matter what.”

  “Good,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “What do you say we get out of here?” I nod in agreement as he leads me back to the car. He opens the door and waits for me to get in before he runs to his side of the car.

  “Where to?” I ask as he takes my hand and starts the car.

  “Anywhere you want.” And I know he means it, and I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find him behind a darkened window in one of the most embarrassing outfits of my life. Life is funny that way.

  It’s Christmas morning and I’ve been up since dawn, making sure everything’s perfect. I’ve decorated the apartment and it looks like Christmas threw up in here.

  My nerves are on edge and I can’t seem to sit still. JJ is still sleeping and it takes everything in me to leave her be. Since we spent the better part of last night wrapped around each other I felt she needed as much rest as possible. But it’s hard staying away. After a year, the lust I have for her hasn’t dissipated, if anything my obsession’s become worse than ever.

  I look down at my phone and see a message from my mother. I don’t listen to it, I just delete it. It’s been a rocky year for my family. Derek and Taylor got married then divorced six months later. Turns out, he’s not the type of guy to stick to one woman, even when the one he’s with is carrying his child. They split custody of their daughter, Ashley, but it’s definitely not the scenario we expected. My mother has tried to reach out, and JJ and I have tried to make nice, but it’s strained. JJ says it’ll never be what we both want, and that’s okay. We’re okay in our little bubble and that’s all that matters.

  I pour JJ a cup of coffee into her favorite Christmas mug I got for her last year, then go into the living room and find the box I need under the tree. It’s simply wrapped and yet contains the one thing that could change the rest of my life. My hands shake as I take the mug and box upstairs, passing the garland on the staircase and turning on the lights at the top of the steps. I can’t wait for her to see all the decorations; she’s going to love it. JJ moved in a few months ago and I love seeing her stuff surrounded by mine. As if they were meant to be there.

  When I enter our bedroom, I stand in the doorway and just watch her. She’s naked with just a sheet covering her ass. She’s on her stomach, I can see her breaths coming in slow succession, and I just smile at how lucky I am that I found her.

  Just as I move from the door, she stirs and opens her eyes. “Morning,” she grumbles into the pillow beneath her head. I smile, feeling warmth cascade though my entire body. There’s a small tree in the corner that JJ insisted we needed, and I have to admit it looks great in here.

  “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” I say, handing her the mug of coffee and watching as she sits up, her breasts on full display. I grin at the sight, and she throws a pillow my way, which I dodge.

  “Hey, none of that. I’m still recovering from last night.” She smirks over the rim of her coffee. I roll my eyes and send her a mock glare. “What’s that?” she asks, pointing to the box in my hands.

  “A present,” I deadpan as I sit down against the headboard.

  “For me?” she asks innocently. I just shrug.

  “Maybe…were you a good girl this year?” I tease, and she sets down her mug on the side table and moves to straddle me. My cock takes notice and she arches an eyebrow. I give her a look that says can you blame me, and she just smiles down at me. She sits back on my legs, her hands on mine, which are holding the box.

  “Good girls are overrated,” she mutters, going in for a kiss.

  “Damn straig
ht they are,” I say, kissing her fiercely. I pull away and hear the sound of disappointment from JJ. I laugh as I hand her the box. My nerves are on edge as her fingers rip the paper off and my eyes meet her expectant ones.

  I hold my breath as she opens the box and takes out the clear round ornament. I study her eyes as she looks at it, confused, then she sees the diamond ring hanging from a thin string inside.

  “Liam…” she whispers, her fingers tracing the glass. Her tear-filled eyes meet mine as I smile, taking the ball from her fingers. I unscrew the top and it falls open, letting me take the ring from inside.

  “Josephine-Jade Walker, I never expected to find you. You were an anomaly in my otherwise scheduled life. From the moment I saw you through my tinted window with that crazy bow in your hair and the sweater that still haunts both of us, I knew you were mine forever.” She laughs as tears fall from her eyes. My thumbs gently wipe them away as I smile up at her. “You are my everything. I never thought I would deserve someone like you. You are the light to my darkness, the sunshine to my clouds. I don’t work without you, so will you do me the honor of being my wife? Will you marry me?” My heart’s in my throat as I look at her tear-soaked eyes.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams as her lips find mine in a heated kiss that sends us both falling back onto the bed. The ornament falls from my hands and shatters to the ground, forgotten.

  “Can I put this on you first?” I ask, pulling away and holding up the simple round French-cut diamond on a white gold band. It’s simple but stunning, just like my JJ. The moment the ring slips onto her finger, I take a deep breath.

  This is my future. She is my future.

  “I love you,” I say against her lips.

  “I love you more,” she whispers as she stares at the ring in amazement.

  “Not possible,” I say, taking her lips once more, because it’s true. There is no way anything can surpass the love I have for this woman. She is the beginning and the end, and I can’t wait to see what this life has in store for us.

  The End.

  BONUS EPILOGUE

  “Angel” Liam calls from behind the bathroom door. “You okay in there?” Instead of answering I emit a noise that I’ve never heard before. My hands are shaking and I'm trying to figure out if what I’m seeing is real or a figment of my imagination. “If you don't say something soon I’m breaking down the door.” I roll my eyes as his words bring me back to earth.

  “Fine.” I mutter walking toward the door and turning the knob letting him in.

  “What’s wrong JJ, you’re starting to freak me out.” He looks me over from head to toe as I shut the lid to the toilet and shit down. Liam gives me a worried look as he kneels in front of me and places his hands on the tops of my bare knees.

  I will never get used to his touch and the reaction my body has to the feel of his fingers grazing my skin always sends heat straight to my core. It's been four years since we got married and three years since we started trying to start a family. When Liam and I started dating I never thought in a million years that I would go through what we’ve gone through these past three years. The endless appointments, the needles and the endless months of negative tests has brought us here as Liam kneels in front of me as I hide the pregnancy test in my hands.

  “Talk to me Angel, tell me what’s wrong…” he cups the side of my face and I lean into him, kissing his hand lightly as I unfold my hands and show him the test. His eyes cast down, widening as they take in the white plastic against my palms. “Is this?” he asks as his eyes find mine once more.

  “Yes.” I say, tears falling from my eyes and as he turns over the test and sees the two pink lines—lines we’ve wished to see for three years.

  “Is this real?” he whispers, lifting me from my seat and onto the vanity so we’re eye to eye. “Please tell me this is real…” his eyes look at the test as if it holds the key to world hunger and all i can do right now is smile because there are no words for the look on his face. I’ve imagined it for years, what he would do when he found out he was becoming a dad, and I can say right here and now that the look in his eyes is ten times better than anything I ever imagined.

  “Yes, it's real. I’m pregnant,” I whimper as the flood of tears come and the dashed hopes of the last three years come crashing down as this amazing sense of relief fills me. “I-I can’t believe this is really happening…'' I whisper to myself as Liam's hands grasp the sides of my face, wiping away the stray tears.

  “I love you so much Angel, more than anything in this world. I meant what I said all these years that all I needed was you and nothing else. You make me the happiest man on the planet but the idea of our child growing inside you right now? I can't even explain this feeling,” I smile because I know exactly how he's feeling.

  “I love you.” I state as my lips find his, wrapping my arms around his neck as my legs wrap around his waist and before I have a chance to say anything, I'm lifted and carried into our bedroom. “Liam…” I moan as his lips find my neck, making me squirm in his arms.

  “Angel, I need to feel you right now, I need to know that this isn't a dream.” he mutters against my skin as I shift my hips, his cock standing at attention between us. My fingers take no time to undo his jeans, as I hear the sound of them hitting the floor echo throughout the room. “Fuck yes,” he moans as he softly places me in the center of the bed, kicks away his jeans and reaches for my sleep shorts. As he pulls them down my legs, his eyes registering that I didn't wear panties, he groans as his lips trace lightly up my calves and stop at the apex of my sex.

  “Liam, baby, I need you to touch me.” He smiles against my skin and the moment his finger traces over my clit, my back bows off the bed as a groan of ecstasy escapes my mouth. Sex with Liam has always been intense, mostly because we tend to get busy in places that most wouldn't, but right now this is just about us, and about the life we’ve made together.

  “Don't tease me, please…” I beg but from the smile on his face he’s having way too much fun. Without a word, his head dips, bringing his face a hairs breath away from my pussy and the moment his tongue touches my clit, I'm lost. “Fuck, Liam!” I scream by fingers digging into his hair and pulling him closer as I ride his face.

  “That's it Angel, ride my face until you come all over me.” All it takes are a few short strokes of his tongue and I can feel the orgasm crest, and just as it reaches its peak Liam retreats, but only for a second before he impales his hard cock inside me, making the orgasm split me apart. My screams echo inside the room as Liam shudders inside me, his seed coating my walls and making me feel as perfect as the first time he touched me.

  We’re both breathing heavy as Liam shifts us into the center of the bed, his hands softly caressing my still flat stomach. I know it's too early for everything I’m thinking, but the idea of growing Liam's child makes every part of my body light, and the smile on his face when he looks at me quickly sends warmth all over.

  “What do you think we’re having?” he whispers as his lips press gently to my navel and I can't help the tears that form and when his eyes meet mine, they turn concerned. “What's wrong?” he asks, panicking as I shake my head.

  “Nothing. Nothing is wrong, everything is perfect. I’ve just waited a long time to see you like this, and I hope I don't lose it.” The fears I’ve gathered these last three years rear their ugly head and Liam climbs higher and kisses me, bringing his head to mine.

  “You will not lose this baby, I know it. We were meant to have this miracle and for some reason the universe chose us to go through these trials, but I have no doubt that they will make us into better parents.” I nod, loving the image he just placed in my head.

  “A girl. I think it's a girl,” I say, smiling and for the first time in three years I feel utter happiness as it seeps into every bone of my body. No matter what gender our child is, I know this is what I was meant to do, I was meant to be a mother and after three long painful years, it's finally happening.

 
My happy ending.

  DIPPED IN GOLD

  One amazing night changes everything.

  Level-headed and responsible, Clara generally makes all the right decisions. Given her life behind the screen and her drive to be successful, she has to. While having fantasies of a one-night stand is one thing, actually following through in a supply closet at a club with a guy she’s never met before... Bad idea. But just when she thinks that glorious night is merely fodder for daydreams, he walks through the door of her roommate’s party, and her world gets ten-times smaller.

  Damon loves women, always has, and that night at the club was supposed to be a one and done. But Damon can't get his mystery girl out of his head. When he inexplicably runs into her while ringing in the new year with his best friend, he realizes that it’s fate and becomes determined to do anything to make her his.

  Unfortunately, somebody has other ideas that threaten their happiness, and neither realizes just how close the threat has gotten until it’s too late.

  ONE

  CLARA

  ONE MONTH EARLIER

  This is not how I pictured my night ending up.

  When I suggested to JJ, my roommate, that we should go to a club, I never expected this. The stranger’s hands roam up the lines of my body, caressing my hips, moving up the sides of my breasts as his mouth lightly traces patterns against the column of my neck. I don’t know his name, I don’t plan on learning it. All I want is for this warmth careening through my body to continue. All I want is for his hard body to stay plastered against mine, and his hands to continue their slow torture of my skin.

  “Fuck, Sunshine, I didn’t expect you when I walked through that door tonight.” His voice is low, his breath whispering against the shell of my ear. The music blares around us, but I pay it no attention. Bodies writhe and grind to its rhythm, but all I feel are his fingers, his lips, and his growing arousal pressing against my ass. As if possessed, I push myself against him, feeling a guttural moan rumble through his chest. I don’t do this—at least I don’t do what I wish we were doing…what I plan on making happen if he doesn’t stop teasing me with those fingers that glide up the exposed parts of my thighs.