by Lynn Rider
I reach in the drawer fishing out a condom. She sits up and kneels on the bed. I climb on the mattress behind her and place my hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her to lower. I hover just outside her entrance, looking down at the beautiful woman laid out before me. Her face flat with the mattress, her hair and arms splayed on the white sheet and her perfect heart shaped ass in the air for my taking. I run my cock against her smooth skin and then between her sweet ass cheeks. She tenses when the crown of my head grazes the pink rim of her ass.
“Have you ever been fucked here?” I ask, pushing the head of my cock directly against the tight opening.
“Not yet,” she says breathily and I smile with the promise she just made. I can tell she’s not ready, but fuck it’s a beautiful thought and right here, beckoning me to be the first.
“One day, baby.” My hand rubs over her ass cheeks before pushing them apart and slowly pushing into her tight pussy. I know she’s wet, I tasted it myself, but I’ve stretched her every time we’ve been together so I’ll take it slow…at first. I push in and out, bringing the head of my dick just to the point of sliding out, before pushing back in.
“Oh Chance,” she moans and it’s like spurs to the sides of a horse. My thrusts get faster and deeper. My hand roams over her smooth skin, gripping tightly to her hips as I pound into her.
The slapping of our skin and her soft moans fill the room. I reach up, grabbing her shoulder, urging her up. Her back arches, our connection still as deep as she lifts into my arms. I hold her tight, one hand on her nipple and the other on her clit as I pound into her.
The new angle is bringing me to a point of no return. “Fuck Mia, I’m going to come. Your pussy feels too good around my dick. I can’t…” I grate out as her nipple and clit harden under my touch.
“Chance,” she moans over and over as her climax ripples through her body. I push her back down and revel in the sight and feeling of my dick getting lost between those perfect ass cheeks, the walls of her pussy grip tightly around my shaft, demanding my release. I push once, twice until I can’t take it and succumb. Her name pours from my lips in a deep groan as I fill her with one last thrust before stilling at the height of orgasm.
I slowly pull out and fall to the mattress, pulling her toward me. We both lie silently, breathless and boneless for several long minutes. “I’m sorry if I was quiet.” I kiss the top of her wild hair.
“What happened?”
“You happened, baby.” I roll over, facing the ceiling and tucking her under the crook of my arm.
“Is that a good thing?” She peeks up over her messy hair and I grin before pushing her against my chest.
“It’s a really good thing.”
“Okay, good because sex like tonight could get really addicting.” She giggles, nestling into me tighter.
“You think so? I was worried I was too demanding or rough.”
“I loved it Chance.” I close my eyes with a smile, convinced this woman is made for me.
30
Mia
“Something smells good in here,” Chance says, followed by the sound of his heavy gym bag dropping onto the mudroom floor. I look up to see his disheveled appearance. His dark hair sticks out on end, dried with sweat, and his shirt and long gym shorts are in the same sad shape, but it’s his body my eyes can’t get enough of. He’s always big, but a day in the gym has every one of his muscles pumped and tone. Long veins run the length of his arms and I have to force myself to resist the urge to reach out for him and explore their paths, one by one.
“Sorry about the way I look. Vic was an asshole today and I couldn’t get away fast enough. I didn’t stick around the gym long enough for a shower.”
“Why was Vic an asshole today?”
“I said something yesterday on my way out that pissed him off and he paid me back today.”
“What did you say?”
“Not important, babe.” He steps close enough to tap a quick kiss to my lips before his eyes scan his kitchen island, roaming over the cut vegetables, pasta salad and marinating steaks. “This all looks amazing, Mia. You did this?” he asks, popping a piece of broccoli in his mouth.
“I looked up what kinds of food you should be eating after a workout and this is what I found.” My eyes scan the island and I bite back my laugh. It is a lot of food, but I’ve seen the way Chance eats.
“You did?” His eyes turn to mine and a boyish grin creeps along his lips.
“I only bought enough for tonight because I wasn’t sure if I was right. If it is—” he steps forward, his hands weaving into my hair before sealing his lips over mine. I push the pasta salad I was making away and wrap my arms around his big shoulders.
“Touch me Chance, please,” I beg through our kiss.
“Shower with me,” he mumbles.
I smile, hopping up his body and wrapping my legs around his narrow waist. He climbs the stairs, kissing me frantically as we make it to his bathroom. We both strip and he pulls me through the hot stream of water, pushing me against the cold tile. “I missed you today,” he says huskily as he drops to his knees.
He leans in, his warm tongue swiping at my clit. My body acts on its own accord, bucking into him. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his shoulder as he dives in, licking and sucking between my folds. “Chance,” I whimper when two fingers go inside of me. I look down, watching the rivulets of water clinging to his dark hair and streaming down his handsome face as he devours all I have to give him. I rock into his mouth and ride his tongue. On the cusp of orgasm, my head falls back and I circle my hips chasing the delicate flutter that’s deep inside. When he presses on the tight rim of my ass and rocks into me, his tongue moving swiftly against my clit, I explode, crying out his name in ecstasy. His hands and mouth ride the wave of my orgasm with soft pressure until the very last ripple shudders through my body.
“I fucking love when you come against my mouth,” he whispers, rising to his feet. He grabs the soap, his thick erection swinging into my body. I take the bottle, squeezing it in my hand and gently massage it over his chest. Feeling the hard planes of every swollen muscle, I leisurely work to clean every inch of his skin.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, dropping to my knees. He smirks, wanting to argue, surely believing men aren’t beautiful, but as I sheath his hard length into my mouth, pushing his head all the way to my throat, a hiss bounces around the tiled shower, silencing his protest. My hands reach around, grabbing his perfect ass as I ride his dick with my mouth. His deep moan vibrates through his shaft, egging me on to go faster.
“Fuck…your mouth is like magic on my dick. I’m going to come, Mia.” He grates out his warning through a ragged breath, but I sink deeper, tightening my lips around his smooth skin. His fists lock in my hair, almost painfully as he stills my head and takes control, pumping in and out, fucking my mouth with his hard cock. A roar comes out as he gives one final, deep pump before he stills and thick warm cum hits the back of my tongue and slides toward my throat.
“Fuck,” he mutters pulling me into his lap, sitting us both on the tiled bench. He wraps me in his arms and buries his head in my hair. “That was the best homecoming I’ve ever had.”
I race down the stairs, smiling as I hear Chance’s gruff protest for leaving him in bed. After our shower, I got dressed. He collapsed in bed. “Come down when you’re ready,” I call over my shoulder as I bounce toward the bottom landing.
“I want to come, but walking down those stairs wasn’t what I had in mind,” he says and I giggle.
Knowing I had eighty dollars’ worth of food sitting on the counter, I was determined to not let it all go to waste. I get busy, mixing the pasta I’d cooked earlier with some of the cut vegetables and the sauce I’d found the recipe for online.
I grab my phone from the counter, unlocking it to double check the recipe again and my heart freezes with dread. The words no service fill the screen with a prompt to sign into my wireless account. I know what this is. I received a m
essage five days ago, saying it was coming. Wrapped up with Chance, I forgot all about it.
I take a deep breath. I can do this. I sold the contents of my little cottage today, adding to my meager seven hundred by another thousand…still not enough to pay Paul the five thousand he needs by Monday and I have to pay to have my car towed away. Tears prick my eyes and I try my best to push aside the feeling of guilt and desperation.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” Chance says softly. I swipe at my eyes, not realizing he’d walked in.
“Nothing,” I say and force a smile. His eyes flick down to the phone in my hand.
“What happened? And please don’t lie, Mia.”
“My phone got shut off.” My eyes fall to the floor as the embarrassment of saying that aloud washes over me. It’s the second time he’s been around to witness something like this and it’s no less humiliating than the first.
His finger hooks under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “It’s no problem. We’ll get it turned back on. Call them now.”
“I have the cash in my purse. I just forgot. I can pay it tomorrow if I can borrow your truck again or if you can take me to a bus stop. I don’t think a bus runs this far out. But I can be ready early so when you leave I can—”
“You’re not riding on a bus,” he cuts me off firmly. His dark brows pinch as his eyes narrow, showing disgust. “That SUV is yours. Anytime you need to go somewhere, you take it. You don’t have to ask me each time.”
I shake my head, knowing that’s not who I am. “I can’t Chance. It wouldn’t be right.”
He takes a deep breath and reaches for me. Despite the embarrassment, it’s the only place I want to be, so I easily fold under his arms as he holds me. “Mia, I want you in my life. And I want to be in yours.” He steps back, cradling my face in his hands as he lowers. “All of it. But you have to be willing to let that happen.”
“But—”
He places his lips to mine, quieting my dispute.
“Vic kicked my ass in the gym today, but it was a great day, an even better homecoming, and I’m looking forward to all this food you were so thoughtful to plan. Stop protesting and let me give you my credit card right now so you can call the phone company, or if you’re really too stubborn, cook me dinner.” He quirks a single brow and a devilish grin tilts one side of his mouth, saying try me.
“Cooking dinner it is.” I step back and he chuckles softly with a shake of his head.
“What can I do?”
“You can sit over there and do nothing. I want to do this for you.” I smile, really liking the sound of that and knowing this is all I have to offer Chance. “I’m not sure what you need to eat, but I read protein is always good and given all the pasta you ate last night, I’m guessing carbs are still okay at this point in your training.” I carry on, telling him all that I learned by reading online and make quick work at getting our dinner on the table.
“This is amazing, Mia,” Chance says, finishing up his second steak. He rests his fork on his plate. “I officially hand my apron over. You can cook every night of the week,” he says rubbing his belly.
“I can’t believe you ate two steaks.” I look down to his clean plate.
“I can’t believe you knew enough to buy two steaks just for me.” He laughs.
“I saw you eat four grilled cheese sandwiches in one sitting, close to a pound of bacon and a dozen eggs in another. Don’t get me started on that huge plate from last night.”
“You’re a quick study, babe.” He leans in and I meet his lips with a simple kiss.
“Tell me about your day.”
A slow smile creeps over his lips. “This really is a surreal moment for me…you being here, cooking dinner and now asking about my day.” He shakes his head, the smile still firmly on his lips. “Growing up, people like me saw this kind of shit on TV. It didn’t happen in our homes.”
“It happens in this one,” I say, trying to bring some levity back to the situation. “Now tell me about your day, mister.” His smile deepens, exposing that little dimple, but remaining speechless as he studies me. “Come on. Don’t keep me waiting all night,” I tease, popping my last vegetable in my mouth. I know Chance didn’t grow up sitting around a kitchen table each night, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting to give that to him.
He chuckles softy before speaking. “I signed the biggest endorsement contract of my career today and we’ll need to fly out to Oregon in the next couple of weeks.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we’ll get on a plane,” he motions his hand, bouncing between us and then sails it through the air. “Fly to Oregon.” He lowers his hand, as if he’s landing and chuckles.
“I know what flying means, smartass. What does endorsement contract mean?”
“This particular one means I’ll get paid to wear someone’s label. Ever heard of Chaos Clothing?”
I nod. “Hasn’t everyone?”
“Well, I’m their new face. I make a lot of my money from endorsements, not just boxing,” he admits.
“You’re not paid to get the shit beat out of you?”
He laughs. “First off, yes, I’m paid to box, but at one point in my career, endorsements paid me more. That’s not true anymore, but it’s still a shit pile of money and an honor to be offered this particular contract. Secondly, I don’t get the shit beat out of me. I obviously need to introduce you to Chance McKnight, the fighter. This candied version you’re spending all this time with isn’t the same guy who steps in the ring.”
“You are sweet,” I insist with a saccharine smile.
“That’s it, we’re watching some of my fights after dinner,” he deadpans and I giggle. “I finally talked to Michelle on my way home. She wasn’t thrilled, but I’m going to pick up the boys after the gym tomorrow and take them to dinner. I thought I would come by here and get you first and then head over.”
I swallow, considering my response. I knew this day was coming. He called her yesterday and she never called him back. It was only a matter of time, but it’s one thing to get ourselves twisted into a heartbreak, but another to involve innocent children.
Children that have been through so much already.
I take a deep breath. “That’s probably not a good idea, Chance. They don’t know me and it’s not really fair to spring me on them like that.” His face falls and I see his good mood evaporate. I touch his arm, reassuringly. “It’s not that I don’t want to meet them. I will, but tomorrow is the first time you’re seeing them in a while. A lot has changed in that time—for them and you. Why don’t you go tomorrow and tell them about me and see how they react? If they do well, I’ll go next time. If they don’t, I’ll move out and we’ll take it slow.”
“They’re going to love you Mia.”
“I hope so, but those two boys mean everything to you. You need to make sure they’re okay. They’ve been through so much already. Take it slow, for their sakes.” He nods, picking up our plates and heading to the kitchen and I’m left wondering what he’s thinking.
31
Chance
“You’re gonna keep your cool, right?” Smith mumbles as we walk toward the front porch of Michelle’s house. I look up and down the street. It’s not much better than where they lived with my mom, but it’s only temporary, I remind myself. “Chance?” Smith says questionably, reminding me I never answered.
“Yeah, I’m going to be cool. That’s why I brought you, right?”
He gives a sideways glance my direction and nods as we step onto the small front porch. I raise my hand to knock, but the door swings open and Brandon leaps out, crashing into my groin and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Hey man.” I try to unwrap him for a second to free my nuts, but he’s got a death grip on me. I take a deep breath and almost choke on the smell of cigarette smoke wafting from the open doorway. “You okay?” He nods, but doesn’t let go. I wrap my arms around him, reassuringly. “I’m here.” It’s not like Brand
on to be the clingy one. That title is usually reserved for Matt, but a lot has happened in the last few weeks and I had already noticed a difference in Brandon after my parents’ overdose.
I lean over. “Dude, you gotta lighten your grip. My boys are caught in the clench,” I tease and he steps back, releasing his hold. I feel immediate relief until I see his dark tear-filled eyes. I kneel, worry immediately taking residence in my mind. “What happened, B?”
“I had an asthma attack last night and I was scared. I wanted you.” He throws his arms around my neck and I look to Smith for guidance here. He shakes his head. “Ammunition, man. Let it slide until you know the facts and can talk to Edward,” he mumbles.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here, buddy. If you ever need me, you call me okay?”
“She wouldn’t let me,” he whispers and I see red. Smith’s eyes narrow with a murderous glint telling me he heard it, too.
Smith shoves the keys toward me. “Take him to the truck. I’ll get Matt,” he demands. If he were anybody else, I wouldn’t let him tell me what to do, but he knows nothing good will come out of me seeing Michelle right now.
“Come on bud, let’s get to the truck and warm up. Smith will get Matt,” I carry him a few steps before I hear Michelle’s voice filter through the doorway.
“Oh, you’re early. I was just helping Matthew with his homework.”
“Tell him to pack it, we’ll finish it before we bring him back,” Smith’s deep tone, says not to challenge him. I block out the rest, trusting Smith to keep his cool. I open the back door of his SUV and slide in the backseat with Brandon.
“I hate being here, Chance,” he cries and I hug him tighter.
“I know, Brandon. It kills me that you’re here. I’m working on it. I promise. Are you feeling okay right now?”
“I’m okay now. Can we just go home to your house?” I silently groan because more than anything I want that, but I have to bide my time.
The door opens and Matt climbs in, sandwiching me in the middle, but I don’t care. “Hey there!” I say brightly and he smiles. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Brandon had an asthma attack last night and I was scared,” he admits and guilt fills me. Smith climbs in the front seat and takes off toward the restaurant.