Page 56 of Chance's Choice
“Dude, you should have seen Mom. She went full-blown ‘I will destroy you’ on his ass. I’m pretty sure she even said those exact words.” Chance sounds awed, but there’s a hint of melancholy creeping in now, too.
“You really miss her, don’t you?”
From what I remember of the woman, she was nice. Maybe a little cold and aloof, but she was always perfectly pleasant whenever I’d visit (which was often). Even distant, she was still a better mom than mine was.
Chance’s shoulders fall and he nods. “It didn’t really hit me until I saw her. And she’s so different, you know? Not just physically, even though she’s aged a lot, but I’ve never seen her so…so…”
“Emotional?” I offer.
He nods emphatically. “Yes! Emotional. And that made me feel bad for being out of touch for so long.”
“Except maybe it was that time apart that helped her see the way she was before wasn’t healthy for your relationship with each other.” I shrug and smirk. “I mean, not that I know what I’m talking about. I don’t have a psych degree or anything.”
“No, no. That kind of makes sense.”
“Yeah?” I ask.
“Yeah,” Chance nods. His smile turns thoughtful beneath his beard. God he’s handsome. “Like…even though the time apart sucked, we both needed it to grow as people, or some shit.”
“Or some shit,” I echo with a laugh. “Well done, Doctor Phil.”
Chance reaches for the cushion beside him and tosses it at me. “I was being deep,” he pouts.
Having caught the cushion deftly, I throw it back at him and then shuffle my butt over to snuggle up against his side, sighing happily as his arms wrap around me. “I’m still a little mad that you didn’t tell me you were struggling with what he did. We’re still not great with the communicating thing, I guess.” I murmur into the warmth of his chest.
“Mmm,” Chance agrees. “I’m sorry. I’ll work on that, I promise.”
“Wewill work on it. Together.” Beneath my cheek, I’m soothed by the steadythump-thump-thumpof his heartbeat. “But I’m glad you got your closure.”
He squeezes me tight for a moment. “More than that,” he replies softly, “I’m glad that he’s not a threat anymore. Just the idea that he could have tried to ruin our lives with those photos any more than he already had…” I feel Chance shiver uncomfortably. “But he won’t now. Mom took care of that.”
“And she was okay with…y’know…our, uh, lifestyle?” Not that it matters to me, but if Chance is starting to realize how much his mother means to him, her opinion could definitely hurt him.
He huffs out a laugh and my head bounces a little with the movement of his chest. His large palm smooths down the back of my head and down my spine, almost like when I’m in my pup headspace. “Yeah,” he eventually answers my question, after presumably contemplating it. “Strangely enough, she is. And she says she always knew we were meant for each other.” I crane my neck back to look at him, only to find him smiling down at me, his eyes sparkling in the dim lighting of the living room. “And, for the record, so did I.”
My heart soars and I grin at him, stretching up for a sweet, chaste kiss. The soft hairs of his beard tickle my skin, and I breathe in the spicy, warm scent of his cologne. “Me, too, Daddy,” I tell him. “Me too.”
And that’s all that needs to be said.
* * *
Words aren’t everything.
We might have talked out our feelings and promised to work on our communication skills, but when we get ready for bed the way we always do, with Chance dressing my in my pajamas and helping me brush my teeth, I can’t help but feel like we need actions to really underline our earlier conversation. And, because Chance is oblivious to my growing need, I decide I have to take matters into my own hands.
Feeling cheeky, I wait until he has turned away to leave the bathroom before I strip out of the cute super hero themed pajamas he only just dressed me in a few minutes ago, and then I follow him back down the hall and into his bedroom.
He turns to say something -perhaps ask me about which bedtime story I want to hear- but his whiskey-hazel eyes widen and his jaw drops.
I stand in front of him, stroking my hard cock slowly, not taking my eyes from his.
I delight in the way he seems almost frozen with surprise, and I relish the building heat in his eyes as his brain seems to come back online.
“Well now,” he says, his voice having dropped into Daddy voice, sending delicious shivers up my spine, “someone’sbeing a bit naughty, aren’t they?”
Tucking my chin, I look up at him through my lashes, still slowly pumping my erection. “I don’t know what you mean, Daddy.”
Beneath that insanely sexy beard of his, his lips curl into a smirk. His eyes sparkle. “I just got you dressed, didn’t I? And what’s the rule about touching yourself, hmm?”
