Page 14 of Chance Happenings
“Why are you trying to get rid of me so fast? Come sit down. I don’t bite. That’s not really my thing.” This time I cringe at his little flirty banter but find myself wanting to ask,what is your thing.I actually almost ask the question out loud before catching myself. Oh God, please steer this conversation back to safer ground. “Earth to Alexa?” Chance says, breaking up my internal quandary. “What are you up to tonight?” He asks, trying to make small talk sitting in the middle of my lonely couch. There’s not a lot of space on either side, so I stand silently cursing myself for not having more seating options. Chance is looking like his usual smug self while patting on the seat cushion next to him on my much too small couch. My mind and body are at war with each other and after putting up too little of a fight, I end up sitting on the couch next to him. I discuss my concerns aboutthe new project we just put a bid on keeping things light and strictly business. Chance seems determined to do the opposite, continuing with the flirting and now somehow touching my thigh.
The tension in the air is as thick as always between us. I try to break eye contact, but can’t. It’s like I’m in a drunken trance. I also can’t seem to move away from him. I’m panicking and don’t know what to do now that I know he’s going to do something I’ve imagined him doing many times in my misguided adolescence.
I’m frozen, but as soon as his hand caresses the side of my face and our lips meet, I melt. Literally melt right into him, going all in. My mind clears and the wariness over our past and Chance’s intentions is gone. It gives my body permission to just be. I have a hand full of his hair and I’m touching his chest, not believing it’s even better than I imagined. I don’t know how much time has passed, but we’re still kissing as someone releases a moan. The sound is foreign and I can’t figure out if it came from him or me. His hands move lower and…damn, that’s definitely me moaning.
The sensations I’m experiencing are indescribable as my body shivers with want. I’m no virgin, but it’s been a while for me and my dormant lady box is now fully awake. I shamelessly open up for him when his hands move towards the top of my shorts, fully breaching my panty line. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” Chance whispers as his lips leave the kiss and journey farther south to join his hands.OOOOH MY GOD, is this really happening?
The moment his mouth connects with my body, I open wider for him. My hands are in his hair again, guiding him as I look down to make sure this is really happening. The sight and sensation causes me to moan louder. I grab his hair tighter, which excites him causing him to double his efforts, moving my leg over his shoulder licking and sucking like his life depends on it.And it does because I know if he stops right now, I’ll kill him.No longer being able to stand the overstimulation, I close my eyes, shutting off the visual assault, and get lost in the feeling of his tongue and hands on me. My mind is swimming. Goosebumps are rising on my skin… and I can’t bother to be embarrassed that I’m dripping wet. Without warning, I go over the edge and stars burst behind my eyes. This has been the best night ever.
As I’m basking in my afterglow, Chance makes quick work of erasing any evidence of my orgasm before putting my panties and shorts back in place. He gets up to adjust himself in his sweats,that does nothing to hide the size of his erection by the way….leaving me cold and confused as to exactly what’s happening.
Before I can process what’s going on, he moves in quickly, giving me a peck on my cheek and whispers, “Come lock up and get some rest, Alexa.” The request does nothing to clear up my confusion that is quickly turning to anger.This can’t be happening. I track his movements as he makes his way to the door, willing him to come back, because this has to be some type of misunderstanding. But nope he walks out the door just as boldly as he walked in, waits for me to come andlockupthen leaves as though nothing has happened.God, I really hate him right now.
Chance
FUCK!!!…I must be the stupidest motherfucker on the planet. I had one job to do tonight. That was, check on Alexa, report back to Cacey, and then do whatever the fuck I wanted to do. Well, anything that didn’t include almost fucking Alexa on her tiny ass couch. It took everything in me to not to take her right there. I don’t understand how one person can dissolve my control so quickly on a consistent basis. It's like God put her in my path to keep me humble and make sure anytime I get too full of myself she’s right there to put me in check.
I need some type of relief nowbecause a shower and my hand won't do. Maybe I can call Jamie…. Nope, I scratch that thought just as quickly as it comes because ever since Alexa’s surprise reappearance, my hookups haven’t been cutting it. I only want her. I mean, I barely got off the last time I had someone over.The only thing that finally got me there was when she banged on the wall, bringing her face and thoughts of her to the forefront of my mind. Before New York, I usually kept all thoughts of her in that way subdued under lock and key.
I’m pacing in my living room like a crazy man with a hard-on, like never before.Workout… that’s what I’ll do. Go for a nice long run. It's late, but I can do some security surveillance while I’m out and check for any extra eyes that Pearce may have in the area. I know he has someone out here watching, because that’s just the type of dude he is. With my mind set I change into my running gear and head out the door.
I try not to look over at Alexa’s house, but fail when I see her lights still on. Might as well get my fill while actually doing something useful I decide, looking up on the top floor where it’s dark. I scan her stoop and all the cars that are parked on the street looking for anything out of place. When I’m satisfied, I run towards the park on my usual route, instantly grateful for the chill in the air that has helped in relieving the pressure in my pants. My gratitude is short-lived when I notice a silver sedan pass.
I’ve seen that car twice already. The driver has a hat on so I can’t get an id on the person at all. Knowing it’ll take me a good twenty minutes to get back to my house on foot, I cut my run short and duck off onto the next trail that will take me to Dane’s house that’s just across the street from the other side of the park. Picking up the pace, I make it to his doorstep, damn near out of breath, and start beating on the door. No one answers. Looking around, I know this motherfucker is home and probably just not coming to the door. So I pull my phone out and dial his number. I see a dim light at his bedroom window as the phone rings. “Yeah.” He answers…wide mother fucking awake.
“Yeah, the beating on your door that you just ignored the fuck out of. That’s me needing help. Come open the door.” There’s shuffling in the background and him pleading with someone to stay where they are while he hopefully walks towards the door. A few seconds later he opens the door on alert, looking around while coming out onto the porch instead of letting me in.
“What the fuck dude, you ok? What’s going on?” He asks.
“I need your bike or one of the cars.” He givesme a quick questioning look before getting his keys, but I don’t explain myself further. He hands me the keys to the CLS that’s parked in his driveway, which is weird because he normally parks it in the garage. I shrug that thought off, not wanting to waste any more time. Getting in the car and speeding off I end up making it back to my street to see the silver sedan parked behind a broken down Civic that I've been trying to have towed for the past week.
Before I drive up to the vehicle, I check Dane’s glove compartment knowing what I’ll find and prepare to approach whoever's been following me… when all of a sudden I hear a loud bang coming from the direction of Alexa’s house. Not thinking of anything else, I throw the car in park and run straight towards Alexa’s unit. When I get to the door, it’s locked but I can hear and see the silhouette of two figures struggling next to a gun that is laying on the floor. Suddenly one figure takes a vicious blow to the head. At that moment something in me screams, clawing to get out and I kick at the door repeatedly until it finally gives. It flies open, hitting the wall behind it. When I look around, I get that sick feeling again that I had in New York when I found Alexa unconscious in the hallway. Only now, she’s in a similar position, awake… looking disheveled and angry as hell.
Knowing she’s somewhat ok, I search around for the intruder, but I come up empty and can only smell the trace of a familiar flowery scent that doesn’t belong to Alexa. The back door is open and I head directly for it, hearing tires squealing and a car driving off as soon as I’m outside. By the time I make it to the front sidewalk, all I see are the taillights of the silver sedan. It turns left towards the highway before it’s completely out of sight. Fuck, I can’t be this stupid. I should’ve known they would head straight for that car, eventually. Before I can think to do anything else, Dane is pulling up behind his car that I left idling in the street… door open and all. He jumps out and my fucking sister jumps out of the passenger side, running behind him.
“Chance, what the fuck, man?”I’m thinking the same thing myself.I want to say it, but can’t even respond, deciding to go back in to check on Alexa. “Cacey called you like ten times.” He says, walking behind me, but stops short when he sees the destruction in Alexa's living room. There are shards of glass and other shit all on the floor. Alexa is now up with a noticeable knot forming on her forehead. Before I can even go to her, Cacey rushes past me, taking inventory of Alexa’s injuries.
“Someone call an ambulance!” Cacey cries.
“I’m fine. I don’t need an ambulance,” Alexa says nonchalantly, moving away from Cacey.
“Well, at least call the police. I knew this was going to happen. Pearce is going to jail this time.”
“It wasn’t Pearce,” she says. Before I can ask, Cacey beats me to the punch.
“How do you know that? It has to be him.”
“It wasn’t him. The attacker was a female. I didn’t see her face, but she said, and I quote ‘I won’t let you have him.’” Her eyes land on me at her last statement. Everyone in the room is now looking at me, and I’m confused as fuck. I thought for sure this had to do with Pearce but then I think about it and yeah, the person was initially following me. They could’ve easily seen me come out of Alexa’s door earlier. And yes, that flowery scent was familiar. I just can’t put my finger on where I’ve smelled that scent before. This can’t be about me. I’ve never led anyone to think that our physical relationship was anything more than what it is. Just physical. I’m going down a list of suspects in my head when I hear Cacey on the phone with the police. I look over at Dane who’s quieter than normal, which means he has either gone into work mode, cataloging all the evidence in the room or not trying to draw attention to himself and the fact that I now know he’s fucking my sister.
“Whose gun?” Dane asks, looking between me and Alexa.
“That’s my gun I got it a couple of weeks after I got in town. I didn't think I would need it so soon.”
“Is it legit?” He’s no doubt thinking of a way to get rid of it if needed.
“Of course.” Alexa looks at him like he’s crazy for considering otherwise. She’s the only one in the room that doesn’t know what Dane really does for a living.
“Ok, before the police get here, tell me exactly what happened.” Before Alexa can comply or decline to Dane’s demand, sirens fill the air. Shortly thereafter the police are announcing themselves, cautiously walking through the splintered front door.
