A Hope and a Chance(24)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Chance kept my body pressed against the wall. His teeth were tight together and he looked so pissed. He gripped my wrist and squeezed until I let go of the roller I had in my hand. Once he was holding it, he held me tight with one hand and rolled the paint from the top of my head down to my chest.

I closed my eyes and screamed, but nobody could hear me. Once he was satisfied, he let his guard down and I stole the roller out of his hand, flinging the paint toward him. He didn’t bother wiping it off, but instead came running at me knocking me down onto my plastic covered bed.

I expected him to hold me down and torture me, but instead he just stared. With one hand he moved a piece of hair out of my face while keeping his eyes on mine. We were both breathing pretty heavy from the chase, and him being this close to me made me forget why I was mad at him in the first place.

When he brushed his lips against mine I let out a quiet moan. Our faces were covered in paint, but our mouths didn’t care. Chance’s bare chest was pressed against me and once his tongue found mine, I couldn’t keep myself from reacting. He started to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him back.

I couldn’t stop kissing him.

I didn’t want to stop kissing him.

He tasted like salt and heaven, and I wanted more.

I’d thought about him so many times, longing to be with him again.

Chance reached down and lifted the bottom of my shirt. I helped him get it off, and even unhooked my bra before he made the attempt. When his hands cupped my breasts I threw my head back and let out another moan. He stared into my eyes while he licked each of my nipples slowly, like he was savoring them. Before he backed away he kissed each of them again. I pulled him up to my mouth and stroked my tongue against his. When he stuck out his tongue for me to take, I sucked on it before releasing it and savoring those lips again.

My mouth made 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.

This couldn’t be happening, not after everything.

I’d 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.

I didn’t give a shit about the paint, or the fact that five minutes before I wanted to strangle her for how mad she’d made me. This hunger that I had for her had been growing for weeks. I yearned for her touch, and to have her hands all over me again.

I entered her with such passion, and immediately knew that this wasn’t what I was used to. Hope wasn’t my girlfriend. Hell, I didn’t know if we were even friends at all. The only thing I was sure of was that I couldn’t deny how much I wanted to be close to her. All of the fighting had only intensified this encounter, making it very powerful.

Hope clung to me as I flipped us all around, making use of her whole room. She held me close while I savored her lips and satiated my own needs. We were too caught up to consider the repercussions. In this moment only she and I existed.

When I finally finished she held me tight against her body. I looked up into her eyes as she stared back at me. We kissed slowly, savoring our experience. God, had I missed those lips.

“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’m sorry.” I said as I stood and pulled up my shorts.

“He doesn’t have to know. Please don’t go.” She was begging me. I had to get out of there before I did something we’d both regret.

“Hope, there are things that you don’t know about me. You wouldn’t want me if you knew the truth. 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. Don’t you get that? I just want to be with you. It’s all I think about. All of these weeks trying to avoid you have made me crazy. I thought you hated me. How could you sleep with me again if you knew it would amount to nothing?”

Her eyes were starting to fill with tears. My heart was so cold. I hated hurting her. “Please don’t cry.”

“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 furious. That night we spent together was wonderful, and then you were horrible to me. I don’t understand you, Chance. Was I just a fuck to you?”

“I did look at you. I looked at you so many times. All I thought about was that night. It’s been driving me crazy since you walked out that morning. You think I wanted to wake up and make you leave? I was afraid of what would happen if you stayed.”

She captured me and twisted her hands into mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me then. Why can’t we just sneak around and be like? What happened to you? What could be so bad that it makes you not 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. I like you, and I’m pretty sure you like me, too.”

If I told her how many times I’d thought about ways we could be together she’d think I was a stalker. “I’ve considered every option. Maybe if you were eighteen it would be different.”

I tried to look away but she caught my attention. I could tell she was in one of her determined moods. I’d seen her using this same strategy to get something out of Mark. The girl was relentless when she wanted something. “So it’s because I’m not eighteen? Jesus, technically I am. I graduated high school. I’m independent. What more can I do?”

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