Page 19 of Chance Encounter

Pulling out, I wish my cum was leaking from his ass, but I’ll take slapping him on the ass again.

Splaying out on my bed, I remove the condom and throw it in the trash beside my bed. Closing my eyes, I embrace the moment.

I feel Chance shift beside me, and his arm goes around my waist. “Was I right, or was I right?”

“About?” I lift his arm and drop it onto the bed, letting him know exactly what this was. It was nothing. Just two guys letting go of their frustrations for the night and having a good time.

“That hate sex is good. Let me rephrase that. Hate sex is downright fucking fantastic.”

I have to agree.

Maybe, just maybe, I hate Chance Reed a little less now.

8

CHANCE

I waketo the smell of coffee and bacon filling the air. Two of my favorite smells, and the best part is I didn’t have to make it myself.

Rolling out of bed, I wince and then smile at the pain from last night. Maddox took me by surprise, and I wouldn’t mind him doing it again.

After a pit stop to the bathroom, I wander into the kitchen, where Maddox is leaning his ass against the counter while staring down at his phone and chewing on a piece of bacon.

I go straight for the coffeepot. I pour myself a cup and take a long sip.

Mad lifts his eyes, and they follow me as I take another swallow. “Not a morning person?” He chuckles.

“How are you one?” My voice cracks, and I clear it. “You rolled out of bed when?”

“Five.” He smirks and raises one eyebrow. “When’s the last time you saw five in the morning?”

I blow out a breath and look up at the ceiling. “Um… high school? I’m not sure.”

Looking down at his phone and back up to me, his blue eye bore into mine. “Is this going to be awkward now?”

“It doesn’t have to be. We can pretend like it never happened,” I tell him, even though I want it to happen again and again and again.

His gaze goes to my lips and then meets mine.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask, wanting it more than I should.

“I was thinking about it until you said that like a cocky asshole. Now… I’ll pass. Why don’t I go wake up G and see if he can help you with your truck?”

“You don’t have to do that now. We can wait for him to wake up.” I don’t want to leave. Not yet, at least. I thought I’d have a couple more hours before we got to this point.

Leaning forward on the crutches, he throws bacon on his plate. “Don’t you want to get back to Harry?”

“Of course, I do.”

“Okay, then I’ll get Garrison to help you.” He starts to move past me and then stops, looking straight ahead. “I guess I’ll see you…”

“Soon,” I finish for him. “Let’s get through the next couple of days and then meet up.”

“Meet up?” His brows knit. “I know I rocked your world last night, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for a repeat performance.”

“You know what? I’m not going to argue with you. Your bullshit is giving me a headache. Tell your brother I’ll meet him outside.” I move to push past him and almost pause when he doesn’t stop me. Storming over to the front door, I rush to put my shoes on, nearly falling on my face. I’m zipping up my coat when Garrison pushes his feet into his boots and looks at me blearily.

“Did he already piss you off this morning?” He grumbles.

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