Page 22 of Chance Encounter

“Exactly what I said. I thought we could hang out. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”

“Yeah, kind of. Just because I fucked you doesn’t mean I want to have meals with you or, hell, even talk to you.”

Chance leans back, and for a brief second, there’s a look of pain on his face. Then he completely shuts down. He doesn’t speak, and neither do I as we eat our dinner in complete and utter silence.

Once he’s done, Chance gets up and takes his plate into the kitchen. I watch him. Tracking every move he makes, and I’m surprised he doesn’t go straight for the front door after putting his plate in the sink. Instead, he turns on the water and washes his plate before putting it in the drying rack.

When he’s finished, he comes back and sits down on the couch again. “Look, Mad, I can’t take back what happened to you in high school, and I understand why you were mad back then, but isn’t it time to give up on the grudge after over a decade?”

Looking him dead in the eye, I want him to know I’m telling him the truth. “I feel it’s safe to say I can hold it until the day that I die.”

“Okay, sure, but do you want to do that? It’s not good to hold on to hate for that long. It will fester and rot your insides.”

“And what about your hate for me?”

“I’ve thought long and hard since I found you that day, and I realized there’s no reason for me to hate you now. You’ve done nothing to me personally. I could have studied harder in school to get better grades, and I could have trained more to have a better slap shot, but all of that doesn’t matter now. That was over a decade ago, and I’m ready to let go of all of it because I know it’s not healthy. When we spent that time together, I got to know you, and as much as I didn’t want to admit it then, you’re not a bad person.”

Damn him. He’s making all kinds of sense tonight, and I don’t like it.

He lets out a deflated breath and angles himself toward me. “Look, Mad, I’m sorry, okay? I truly am. It was a shitty thing to out you, and if I could take it back, I would, but we both know it’s not possible. Forgive the me I was back in high school and look at the man I am now. The one who’s sitting in front of you saying sorry and wants to be your friend.”

“Is that all you want? To be my friend?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “If we can get over our past emotions, I think we could be more if you’re willing. I know I’m crazy attracted to you, and our chemistry is off the charts. Why fight it?”

I’m not sure. What’s the worst that could happen? We might end up hating each other and avoiding the other for the next ten years or more?

I shake my head and try to fight the grin that’s about to take over my face. “I knew you were going to get addicted to my dick and come running back.”

He gets on his knees and leans into me until I’m flat on my back. “I’m not going to lie. It was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and if it was because it was indeed hate sex and not because we’re good together in bed, I could always find or do something to piss you off and make you mad at me.”

Now I can’t fight it and burst out laughing. He’s absurd.

“See, I knew you secretly liked me,” he leans down and nips my bottom lip. “Stop fighting and let this happen.”

In that moment, I give up the fight. At least for one more night. What’s it going to hurt? I’ll get off, and I can kick him out of my bed if he pisses me off.

I lean forward and crush my mouth to his. Our teeth gnash together as we fight for dominance. I keep pushing until my knees are digging into the couch on each side of his hips.

Chance breaks away and kisses along my jaw and down my neck. “I never would have guessed you’re the dominant type. I always imagined it would be me owning your ass.”

I grin against his cheek. “Not a chance in hell.”

Chance pulls his mouth away from my rapidly heating skin. “Why are you always a cocky asshole?”

“I don’t know, but if you don’t like it, you can leave,” I throw back, grinding my cock against the zipper of his jeans. I’m still not convinced this isn’t a bad idea.

His brows furrow, and then a wicked grin spreads across his lips. “Is this because it’s almost your bedtime?”

I move to get off him, but Chance holds me to him by wrapping his arms and legs around my body.

“Hey, I’m just kidding. I like the back and forth between us.” His mouth brushes along the shell of my ear, and his rough words make me harder. “In fact, it turns me on. Don’t tell me you don’t get a little rush from sparring with me.”

I do, but now isn’t the time for talking, and I tell him so as I sit up to pull off my shirt and throw it to the floor. Next, I go for the button and zipper on his jeans. No fun can ever be had with clothes on. In no time, I’ve got all of our clothes off, and I’m lowering myself back on top of Chance.

“Back in high school, I hoped you had a pencil dick,” he says while wrapping his large, calloused hand around my shaft. “But now,” his eyes flick up to meet mine. His pupils nearly dominate the chocolatey brown. “I’m grateful I was wrong.”

Running my hands along the sides of his torso, I move my hips along with the steady strokes his hand makes, wanting more friction.

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