“Chance,” I whine and he flashes me a victorious grin.
“On a scale of one to ten…”
I don’t let him finish his question as I spin around and hop up onto the counter, my arms and legs wrapping around his body. He quickly abandons his revenge and picks me up off the counter with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist before carrying me into the bedroom.
After laying me down on the bed, he pulls away and bends down, coming back up with a condom. He unwraps it and I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he slips it on. His gaze finds mine once again and he puts his knee between my thighs as he moves over me on the bed. More than ready for him, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down on top of me, kissing him as he lines his cock up with my entrance. With his lips still pressed to mine, he thrusts forward slowly and all the air rushes out of my body in ecstasy. This is exactly what I needed.
He sets a slow pace, alternating between looking in my eyes and kissing me and as he’s sinking into me, it occurs to me that I don’t know what to call this. Usually, I fuck guys or have sex with them, but this feels like more. Maybe it’s making love but since I’ve never experienced it, I can’t know for sure. Whatever it is, it’s intense. It’s like we’re the only two people on the earth and we have endless time to enjoy this moment. Here in my bedroom, my past is gone along with all my fears and for a second, I can allow myself to feel things that will never see the light of day.
I want a snapshot of this moment in my mind for when this ends, so I can look back and be grateful for the time I did get to have. These past few weeks with him have to be enough to get me through the next seventy years and I want every second of it to be seared into my brain. Even our looming demise can’t ruin this perfection.
Chance groans, closing his eyes for a brief moment before leaning down and kissing me again. Pressure coils inside me and I grip him tighter as my release starts to take control of me, crying out.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his muscles tightening before he lets out a low groan that draws a little sigh of contentment out of me. After a few seconds, he pulls out of me and stands, tossing the condom in the trash before climbing back into bed and pulling me into his arms.
“Shit, Princess, I think I saw stars that time.”
I arch a brow and peek up at him. “You think? Guess I’ll have to work harder next time.”
He chuckles and tucks me into his body, kissing the top of my head as he holds me. “Goodnight, baby.”
“Goodnight, Chance,” I whisper and close my eyes, trying not to dwell on how many more times I’ll get to say that to him.
Chapter Eleven
Chance
“That the husband’s car?” Kodiak asks and I glance up from the folder in my lap as he nods to the sleek black sedan in the driveway. I glance back down to double-check our information before nodding.
“Yeah, that’s him.”
Kodiak studies the house for a second, his jaw ticking. “What the hell is he doing here?”
“No clue,” I reply just as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and read the text from Camilla, the woman we’re helping today. “She said he switched shifts with someone at the prison and he’ll be out of here in ten minutes.”
“I have a bad feeling about this,” he grumbles, his gaze never leaving the house. Kodiak is usually a pretty chill guy but when we go out on a transfer, he gets a little antsy. “We look suspicious as fuck out here.”
“No, we don’t.” We are parked away from the house, on a different street, where we could remain out of sight but still see everything happening at Camilla’s house. No one will see us or if they do, they won’t realize what we’re here for.
Leaning back in my seat, I cross my arms over my chest and my mind wanders to last night at the charity event with Carly. Something definitely freaked her, but I didn’t push because all it will do is make her shut down. I am worried about it, though. I’ve seen that expression of fear too many times to dismiss it as nothing, even if that is what she did. Then again, she did have to deal with her mom last night. I could take all the shit she threw at me but seeing the expression on my girl’s face after she got done talking to her, I was done. I swear, I’ve never been so close to punching a chick in the face in my life.
Needing to pass the time, I pull my phone out and send a text off to Carly.
Me:
What are you doing tonight?
Even though I spent last night with her, I’m desperate to see her again. Especially now that it seems like I’m getting to see real pieces of her. Her walls are slowly coming down and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The more I learn about her, the more I want to uncover. I’m so into this girl it’s a little fucking scary. My phone buzzes in my hand.
Carly:
Sunday night dinner with my family.
Me:
And after that?
Goddamn, I sound like a pussy, begging her for even a little of her time but it’s worth it to see her. An image from last night, while we were in the shower, fills my mind and I grin as my phone buzzes with her reply.
Carly:
I don’t know. Why?
Me:
‘Cause I want to see you.
“Dude, what the hell is with you smiling all the damn time lately?” Kodiak asks, still sounding irritated. I shrug.
“Nothing, man.”
“Bullshit. You’re like a damn chick, always on your phone and grinnin’ like an idiot. What’s her name?”
“Carly.”
His brow shoots up in surprise. “Ali’s friend?”
“Yep.”
He nods and hums, glancing back over at the house. “Can’t say I blame you. Thought about hittin’ it myself when she showed up to Ali’s house in that sexy little leather jacket.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl, a mental image of Kodiak touching my woman seared into my mind. He stares at me for a minute before chuckling.
“Oh, shit. You’re in deep, aren’t ya, brother?”
“I said, shut up.”
He’s quiet for a moment before looking at me and nodding. “You know? I can see it. I mean, at least she’s not a stripper, right?”
“Jesus, will y’all let the stripper thing go? It happened one time.”
He laughs, shaking his head. “Yeah, it only happened once but you were dumb enough to think she was “the one”. Thank fucking God, you got out of that shit storm, right?”
“Yeah, well, at least I don’t avoid any chance of developing feelings by only sleeping with a girl once,” I snap, giving him a pointed look and he shakes his head.
“Hey, I’ll own my shit. You try getting left at the altar and see how badly you want to jump back in again, asshole.”
I’m about to fire off another comeback when the front door to Camilla’s house opens and her bastard husband walks out. Camilla and her daughter, Riley, walk out behind him and Camilla’s eyes flick in our direction for a split second before she focuses back on her husband and forces a smile to her face.
“What the fuck?” I whisper when Riley peeks out from behind her mother and I see the cast on her arm. “She have that last week?”