Hope's Chance (32 page)

“Chance please.” I begged.

His lips brushed against mine. “Please what baby?” He teased.

I felt Chances hand slide up the inside of my shorts. He could immediately feel my readiness when his fingers reached my soft spot. I was so turned on that I was panting for his touch. “Please don’t stop.” I begged.

I felt his finger enter inside of me. I rocked m
y body up and down as he guided
it in and out. The friction sent thrills deep into my core and I wanted to scream when my body started to uncontrolla
bly
convulse. When I leaned my head on his shoulder to catch my breath
, he leaned his mouth against my ear. “Don’t get too tired Hope, I am just beginning baby.”

Chance guided me to stand up and he quickly climbed out of the chair. He leaned me over and stood behind me, running his hands up to my hips. He pull
ed me back against his hard penis
and I could feel the pressure of it rubbing against my butt.

Within
seconds,
he had grabbed the elastic of my shorts and pulled them down off of my backside, revealing my naked
butt
to him. He rubbed one of the cheeks before I heard the zipper of his pants sliding down. I stood there bent over just waited for him to be inside of me. It was like I need him to be closer to me than he already was. I couldn’t explain why I needed
him;
I just knew that I did.

Chance was gentle as he slid inside of me.  He picked up to a speedy pace almost instantly. I could tell he liked this position, because he was in total control. His hands were tight around my waist and with each
thrust;
it felt like he entered a little more. When Chance finally climaxed, h
e
laid
his spent body over my back. I could feel the sweat from his chest against my hot skin. His breathing was heavy, but he continued to kiss my back.

“You were supposed to be sleeping in my bed. We haven’t even made it that far yet.” He joked.

Chance walked right out of his pants, leaving them on the floor in the living room. I followed him into the bedroom where he pulled down the covers for me before climbing in himself. He held one of his arms up, allowing me to cuddle my body against his.
“I love you baby.”

I looked up into his brown eyes. “Not as much as I love you Chance. I would do anything for you.”

“I know Hope. That means so much.”

I closed my eyes and easily fell asleep knowing that he didn’t have to go home tomorrow, because he already was home.

Chance

I held Hope in my arms and
couldn’t
fall asleep as easily as she had. My mind was a crazy mess of what had transposed in the last two days. Just a few hours ago, I was in a jail cell, but now I was home in my bed with my beautiful girlfriend in my arms.

Mark had done a three sixty and was now okay with me never going back to South Carolina again. He seemed genuinely okay with me being friends with Hope. It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it would do for now. At least he knew that I would never hurt her.

For so many nights I had to lay awake missing Hope. Talking to her just
wasn’t
the same as being near her. I missed her touch and the way that her skin smelled and tasted like honey to me. I longed for her beautiful smile and those sweet kisses she gave me.

There were some nights that I broke down and cried. Part of it may have been the alcohol, but I truly missed her. It hurt so much being away and feeling like a part of me was missing. I didn’t understand how my
feelings
for her had intensified, until I saw her at that airport. She was everything to me; my reason for living.

Her little seduction tonight was unnecessary. She already knew I wanted her. She didn’t have to wear certain clothes or act in different ways. I didn’t care how she looked, because she would always be perfect in my eyes.

I couldn’t explain it and I didn’t want to. I squeezed my arms tighter around her and kissed the top of her head. This
wasn’t
a dream. I was really here in the pool house.

I assumed that my being back would warrant me to make some major decisions about my future. Since I had talked Hope into registering for college, I knew it was time for me to do the same. It was already too late for this semester, but by next
semester,
I would be sitting in classrooms again.

It had been such a long time since I wanted a future, but now that I had Hope, I could see myself having a real shot at a life. I wanted to be someone that she could be proud of, not someone
who lives in a pool house, because
he has given up
t
he will to do anything with his future. No, I had to change.

I finally closed my eyes and imagined my future with Hope. I could see us graduating college and buying our first place. I pictured us being engaged and the look on her face when I actually popped the question.
I thought about us starting a family and the birth of our first child.

I wanted all of these things and I only wanted them with Hope.

But…what if she wasn’t sure about me? What if I was just a
now
relationship? What if Hope did not want me
forever?

I slid myself away from Hope’s sleeping body and sat up in my bed. My fingers brushed away the hair that was blocking her face. Tears filled my eyes just imagining a life without her. She was so young and there was a possibility that she didn’t know what she wanted her future to be yet. She surely didn’t know when we first met. The only thing Hope had been sure of was how much she hated school.

Realizing that I was now frantically pushing myself to a breaking point, I cuddled my body back against Hope
’
s and managed to close my eyes until I finally fell asleep.

Chapter 40

Hope

The next two months flew by. With all of the wedding plans moving in full force, Buffy didn’t leave me much time to study for my classes or spend time with Chance. He had bounced back to his normal routine with ease and after the first
week,
he was back to repairing things on my
dad’s
house.

I kept up with my courses the best I could, using my boyfriend as my study partner.
I truly believed that he studied for my classes more than I did. During his free
time,
he started looking into courses he could take the following semester. In the two months that he worked in South
Carolina,
he had managed to save over ten thousand dollars. He worked on weekends and late at night and since he had nothing to spend his money on, it just kept accumulating. The community college costs were not anything like Penn State
,
so Chance had plenty to get a good start on courses. He was already two full years ahead of me with credits and I knew that if he had gotten a scholarship to Penn State
,
than he would excel right past me in academics.

It didn’t matter though, because all I wanted to do was be with him. There were times after running
around
with Buffy that I would be in the same room as
Chance and still miss him. It
was something about him that just drew me in. There had been quite a few guys in my classe
s
to ask me out, but none of them compared to my boyfriend. Sure, some of them were good looking, but none held a candle to Chance.

Day after
day,
we would sneak passionate kisses in the yard behind bushes, or wherever we could. When my father would leave the house for
meetings,
we would spend the afternoon i
n the pool house. At least three nights a
week,
I would either sneak out to be able to sleep next to Chance
, or he would sneak in to be with me.
There were many times that we weren’t even intimate with each other; we just wanted the closeness. No matter what time of day it was, I was thinking of Chance Avery.

When I turned eighteen, in one month, everyone would finally know our true feelings for one another. Most of them would assume I was too young to know what I wanted, and probably even feel the same way about Chances true intentions, but they would be wrong. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe that our future held butterflies and rainbows, but I did know that Chance was as in love with me as I was him. We had never really had a sit down discussion about our marriage, but both of us mentioned how much we wanted to always be together.

Today was no different from the rest. I had a math class in the morning and afterwards Buffy and I were going for our dress fittings. I was all too thrilled when she picked out a pink colored dress for me to wear during the ceremony. Even my father and Chance had to wear matching
bow ties
and vests.
Chance thought it was hysterical, saying it was exactly how he envisioned Buffy’s big day. One day he teased me about wearing pink so much that I nudged him unexpectantly in the gut. After he finally stood back up from being hunched over, he promised to leave me alone about it.

I don’t even know why I hated the color so much, but all I knew is that if I ever had a child, who happened to be a girl, she would not be wearing that color.

When class was over, Buff and I headed out to the next town over to the dress shop. She hadn’t picked anything expensive, and I was getting to realize that she was always modest with her spending. Chance told me that she was an excellent money manager and never overspent for anything. He said that Hope had actually found our house behind my
dad’s
back. He had been looking at newer homes in normal communities, but for what they
were
asking
,
my father was able to get double the house and have an extra pool house attached.

When I met
her,
I assumed she was this stereotypical blonde, hungry for my
father’s
money and someone to take care of her. After knowing her for a while now, I had found that it was the exact opposite. Buffy took care of my father. She cooked him gourmet meals and managed his finances and always made sure his clothes were in pristine condition. She entertained him, and filled him with laughter every time they were close to each other. Most of all, she was kind and loyal to him and to me. I appreciated her so much and I knew for a fact that she was the best friend I had ever had in my life.

Buffy tried to stay out of mine and Chances relationship. It
wasn’t
because she wanted to, but because she didn’t want to be involved if my father ever found out.

He and Chance started doing more together. At
night,
they would have a few beers and watch sport highlights on television. Some days when it was nice, my father would stop Chance from working on the house and take him golfing. I think Chance would have enjoyed it more if he
wasn’t
always having to look over his back for the idiot Trevor, every time he was at the Country Club.

As he and my father continued to bond, we struggled with the certainty that my dad finding out
about
our relationship was not going to go over well. We had even had several arguments about that such topic.

I hated fighting with him, but I knew that the closer it came to me being eighteen, the closer I was to possibly losing either my dad or my boyfriend.

Both o
f those concepts were hard for me to bear.

Chance

Things had really changed in the last two months for me. Mark had been a completely different person. He not only included me in some of his outing
s
with his friends, but he wanted us all to be a family more around the house. Hope and I both took advantage of the situation, knowing we could be together all of the time. The hardest
things were
not be
ing
able to touch each other. Some nights after
dinner,
we
would sit around for hours shooting the shit. It was never that our conversations were boring, but it was hard knowing that we could be somewhere
else
alone.

Hope was my girlfriend, no matter if we had to hide it or not. She
knew how important she was to m
e and that was as good as things could be for the time being.

The wedding was fast approaching and Buffy seemed to be freaking out on more of a daily basis. Her newest conquest was to have Hope involved with everything possible. Part of me was happy that they were so close, but I felt like she was keeping me away from alone time with Hope.

Buffy made it her life mission to save money, so traveling to several towns away for something cheaper was always what she ended up doing. She would tote Hope around with her for the company and they wouldn’t get back until late
in the evening
.