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His biceps flexed as he lifted me up and down on him, helping me ride. I braced my hands on his pecs, hitting the perfect angle. It was obvious he felt it too when both of us let out a string of curses at the same time.
“Yes, yes, Sunny, yes.” He lifted a hand from my waist and pressed a finger to my sensitive clit, rubbing and flicking at two-speed of my riding rhythm. He wound that knot up and up and fucking up.
I was sure I would die from pleasure from what was coming.
Self-combust from orgasm seemed like a good way to go. Especially at the hands of Chance Riordan.
My Chance.
But I didn’t self-combust, didn’t implode into a million pieces. I dove off the edge of that building tension into pleasure, light, love, and warmth. I wasn’t breathing, but who cared. Not when Chance was spamming out beneath me and had wrapped his hand in mind. That teasing finger had left, and his hand held my face. He was saying something to me, something I’m sure I would find out later. But the sings of pleasure and love were so loud in my ears, I couldn’t focus enough to hear.
I fell to his chest, panting hard, as was he. He wrapped his arms around my back as I curled up over his heart.
“My, my, Sunny baby,” he murmured. “You never fail to surprise me.”
Chapter 55
Mari
The next month went both slow and fast, somehow. Chance and I spent every evening together, but every morning apart. We shared time, finding quiet spots to be alone. The parks on the opposite side of town, the old abandoned dairy farm, or the Murray Chance had had us hauling ass to all those weeks ago.
One of us always packed a blanket and after we we’d both finished and were both basking in post-orgasm glow, we’d lay under the stars. Some nights it was cloudy, so we couldn’t see much. And others we came up with new, more entertaining names for some of the clusters in the sky above us.
We laughed, talked, kissed, moaned, and laughed some more. Conversation never stopped flowing. There were never enoughkisses, never enough touches. There was never a ‘last time’. I never tired of hearing his fighting stories, and all of the mayhem-filled memories from his earlier years. He never cut me off or grew tired of my tales, most containing the same four people: Nan, JJ, Dad, and Al.
I told him about Mum, about her accident many years ago. He told me about his parents’ divorce, about his mother’s second husband and his father’s addiction to work.
He told me more about Milah and Dylan, and I was fully convinced they would set the town on fire the first night they were all back together again.
The nights we spent together were worth the daytime nap times and the pain of waking up early in the morning, only having gone to bed a few hours earlier.
The pretending was a fun little game for us in the gym, stealing glances and meeting eyes here and there. Though we both always lost, each as eager and aching to touch as the other. Chance taught morning classes only now that he was in fight preparation, spending hours a day with JJ, Al, and some of the bigger guys from Knock’s. That was followed by sleep, sauna or more sleep. And I spent all day watching him. I was miles behind on work for the gym, but I couldn’t help it.
He wasmagic.
“I can’t believe I’m actually letting you do this,” I laughed nervously as he pressed the buzzing needle into my forearm once again. “For all I know you could be drawing a gigantic dick on my forearm to stay for all of eternity.”
“It’s not a dick,” he replied, though I could hear the amused smirk on his face without even looking.Nan’s old radio was faintly humming in the background as we sat at the kitchen table. With the oldies out for the night, that being Nan and Al, Chance had managed to convince JJ to be on ‘demon-duty’.Which, much to JJ’s dismay, meant ensuring Talia didn’t leave his house.
Chance had switched his phone onto silent twenty minutes ago, after the last ‘You better bring a fucking priest home to exorcise this place’ message.
“When can I look?”
“Not yet.”
“When?”
“Not yet.”
“When?” I sulked.
“Not yet,” he mocked. “Relax, Sunny baby. It’ll be over in a minute.”
“I am relaxed.”
“If you tense up any more, you’re gonna snap the needle,” he mused with a teasing laugh.
“I’m not tense!”“Not anymore,” he replied. “Since we’re all done.”
