Hope's Chance(24)

My mouth kissed its way down his neck and this time he was making the sounds.

His hands were on my pants. They didn’t have buttons so he kneeled down next to the bed and pulled them off of me.

I must be dreaming.



Chance

I had denied myself this for too long. All of those cold showers led me right back into her arms. I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch her, to feel her lips against mine. I wanted to taste her again. I kissed her stomach and then each of her thighs. She knew what I was going for and she spread her legs wider for me. As my mouth touched her sweet spot she arched her body back in pleasure. “Oh yes!” She cried out.

I continued savoring her until she collapsed against my mouth. Before I could wipe off my face to kiss her, she pulled my lips into hers. The idea of her tasting herself turned me on more than she could have guessed. I pulled myself out of my shorts and drove it deep inside of her. She let out a cry, but I couldn’t stop. I knew I only had seconds before I would be done. I had waited too long for this.

When I finally finished she held me tight against her body. I looked up into her eyes and she stared back at me. I leaned my head down and kissed her soft lips. God had I missed them.

“Chance.”

“Yeah?”

“I missed you.”

I wanted to tell her that I missed her, Hell I wanted to say a lot more than that, but I couldn’t let myself feel that way again. I promised her father I wouldn’t do this. I was going to be a dead man.

“I can’t Hope.” She started to pull me back against her. “It isn’t that I don’t want to. I promised your father that I wouldn’t. I can’t lose the only family I have left. I am so sorry.” I said as I pulled up my shorts.

“He doesn’t have to know Chance. Please don’t go.” She begged.

“Hope there are things that you don’t know about me. I can’t change the past. We can’t keep doing this. You know it isn’t right.” I tried to explain.

“I don’t care about your past Chance. Don’t you get that? I just want to be with you. It is all I think about.” She admitted.

Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. “Please don’t cry Hope.”

“Are you still mad at me for what I said last night? I didn’t mean it. I have no idea why I said it. I just wanted you so bad and you wouldn’t even look at me. It was making me so mad.” She confessed.

“I did look at you. I looked at you so many times Hope. All I thought about was that night.”

She grabbed me and twisted her hands into mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me Chance. What happened to you? What happened to make you not be willing to let me in?”

“I told you that I promised your dad. I would be homeless if he found out Hope. Is that what you really want?”

“Of course not, but there has to be a way for us to be together.”

“Hope, I have considered every option. Maybe if you were eighteen it would be different.”

I tried to look away but she caught my attention. “So it is because I’m not eighteen? Jesus, technically I am. I graduated High School and have my diploma. I am independent. What more can I do?”

“That’s just it Hope, you can’t do anything. I made a promise to Mark that I wouldn’t touch you. Please understand.” I couldn’t argue about it anymore. I leaned over and kissed her forehead, leaving my lips there for a longer time than usual, before walking out of her room and heading back downstairs.





Chapter 14


Hope

I stayed in my room for the next few hours, crying my eyes out. I truly believed that at any minute Chance would come back into the house and say he changed his mind, but he never did. When I finally realized he wasn’t coming back in, I got redressed and finished painting my room.

I kept myself occupied, but never belted out a tune again. After another hours worth of work, I managed to get everything cleaned up, except for myself. I mostly had paint on my face and in my hair. There was still some on my arms, but it was peeling right off.

I thought about taking another bath, in hopes that it would make me tired and I could go to sleep. I needed to eat, but the last thing I wanted to do was see someone who did not even want me, someone I was never allowed to have.

I had to do something. There had to be a way for us to be together. I could not stand living in this house another moment and knowing he was just outside my door. My mind was a cesspool of knowledge and I couldn’t find a loophole. There was no way my father would ever let me be with Chance, and he wasn’t willing to go against my dad’s wishes. It was almost as if my dad had something on him.

He kept talking about things from his past and his sister even hinted about something bad that happened. I felt horrible for saying those things about him living in a pool house. I don’t know why I had done something so completely horrible like that. The worst part is that I thought the pool house was great. If he could only see the shack that we had to live in at my grandmother’s he would have been appalled.

It was Saturday night and I was hiding out in my room from someone I didn’t want to hide from at all. I need to feel him. I just wanted to be close to him.

Then it hit me. I knew exactly what I had to do, but getting the nerve to do it was going to be another story. Modesty was never a downfall, but being with a guy was. Somehow, when I was with Chance, I never felt embarrassed. He made me feel so desirable. Just thinking about the things he did with his tongue gave me goose bumps. I was standing in the middle of my room running my hand over my lips with my eyes closed. I must have looked ridiculous.