Hope's Chance (35 page)

When I looked at the clock, I knew I had plenty of time to cuddle with Chance before anyone noticed that I
wasn’t
in my room. I couldn’t wait for this charade to finally be finished. Maybe other people wouldn’t be able to understand how Chance had fallen in love with someone that hadn’t turned eighteen yet, but it
wasn’t
like he was dating a child.

I had been with other people, well one other person. My last relationship lasted a year. I had
graduated
High S
chool and was attending
C
ollege. What more could they expect out of an adult?

The fact was that I was head over heels in love with Chance and the
three-year
difference in our age meant nothing to us when we looked at the big picture.

There had been so
many
times when I wanted to tell my mother about him, but each time I had chickened out. If my mother was in the wrong kind of mood, it could have sent her over to my father’s house on the warpath. I had to play my card
s
right so that nobody got hurt.

When I finally felt Chances strong arms squeezing me tight, I knew he was finally awake. “Good morning baby.” He said with his eyes still closed.

“How did you know it was me?” I joked. “I could have placed an imposter here to fool you.”

“Your morning breath gave it away.” He kidded.

“Ha ha.” I said as I leaned up and kissed him.

“I knew because I never once let you out of my arms last night and because your skin always smells like honey.” He confessed.

“I like your comeback answer Chance. I will let you live to see another day now.” I said as I stood up and headed into the bathroom, where I found my spare toothbrush that Chance always kept for me.

“Mind if I use your toothbrush?” I joked. I stood there waiting for him to reply, but I didn’t hear him. That was until he appeared in the doorway, standing there naked in front of me.

“You have your own smart ass. Watch out for a minute. I have to piss.” He said as he walked toward the toilet and started going, while I stood there brushing my teeth.

“Seriously? I hate when you do this.”

“Do what Hope? I am going to the bathroom. You go to the bathroom at least ten times a day. What is the big deal?”

“You never want privacy though.” I confessed.

“No. I do want privacy, except from you. I have nothing to hide from you. I want to be able to share everything with you.”

“Why do you always know what to say? You suck!”

“I suck because I say the right thing? You do realize that is a contradiction right?” He asked.

I laughed out loud. “Yeah, I know!”

Chance walked out into the
bedroom. I knew he was getting dressed. He may be comfortable around me naked, but he didn’t generally walk around like that. He most always had on a pair of boxers. I enjoyed him either way, but I always feared my father would walk in on us being together in this house naked and it scared the shit out of me.

I walked back into his room behind him. I didn’t want to seem like a stalker but I loved to look at him. He was bent over, like that first day we met. He had slipped his boxers on around his ankles and started pulling them. I noticed all of the muscles in his back moving and for a second it was so perfect that I had to close my eyes. Looking at Chance, this way, made me want him. He was so tan and so perfectly
sculpted
. I pictured being in his arms and how he could carry me around like I was a bag of feathers. His strength was so sexy to me.

“Hope? Like something you see, cause you are literally staring a hole into my chest.” He joked.

I cleared my throat. A slight part of me seemed embarrassed, but that was only because I had been caught. “Actually, I like everything I see.” I bite my bottom lip. “The things I want to do to you right now are just sinful”. I managed to say with a straight face.

Chance shook his head and slid a pair of shorts over his boxers. “If you continue to watch me and talk like that, I am going to snatch your ass up and fuck you all over again.” He threatened.

I licked my lips and then bit the bottom. “
Mmm, what is stopping you?” I teased.

A shirtless Chance came walking towards me. He didn’t waste any time grabbing me by the waist and pul
ling me into his lips. He kissed
me so hard that I thought I was going to lose consciousness.

I put my hands to his chest and pushed him down on the bed behind us. He watched as I removed my top and then my bottoms, before climbing on the bed over top of him. I licked his navel and placed small kisses all over those beautiful abs of his. He played with my hair as I drug my lips over his tanned skin.

I sat up and ran my hands over his stomach again, playing with his belly button, then finally making it to where the button on his shorts sat.
As I worked on that
button,
I could feel his readiness pressing against my hand and I worked on pulling the shorts down.

It was ironic how I used to hate being intimate, and I loathed the idea of having other partners after I broke up with that dickhead Trevor, but Chance made that all go away. I loved him, maybe even from the first time our eyes met, as corny as that seems. Maybe his body pulled me in, but his demeanor and kind soul showed me what is was really like to love someone. Chance had been saving me since before he even really knew me. That meant more to me that anything. He was truly my best friend.

Chance

Hope
wasn’t
being very cautious with her father being right in the house across the yard. She had successfully gotten me back into bed. I had trouble saying no to her, especially more since I had been back home. Being away from her was pain
strickening and I never wanted to do it again.

As she removed my
shorts,
I wondered if I should stop her, but as soon as her hand grabbed it and began stroking, I knew my mind had stopped working. Hope massaged my thighs with her hands and placed kisses on my stomach, which made me crazy. It was the little things she did to me that made me want her like there was no tomorrow.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed her and pulled her body up to meet mine. Without an
effort,
I slid into her and she let out a small moan as it happened. I watched as my beautiful girlfriend sat straight up, placing her hands on my thighs behind her from support. It caused her chest to stick out further and as she moved, so did her breasts. I couldn’t help but reach up and run my fingers over her nipples.

“Oh Hope, you are so beautiful. I love you so much baby.” I whispered as she continued to move her hips against mine.

Hope smiled as I ran my hands down to her small waist and began guiding her even harder. I watched as the grinding became rapid, Hope threw her head back and let out a beautiful cry. “Chance…”

When I heard
that,
I couldn’t help but finish myself. Hearing her say my name turned me on. It was like a direct order sent straight to my penis. This time Hope collapsed her body on top of mine. We were both breathing heavy,
when we heard my door open.

I grabbed Hope, who was still attached to me
by her legs
, and lifted her up sticking her in the shower, then turned on the water and jumped in myself. I hope that whoever was here did not hear the water turning on after they had already walked in.

As Hope stood there in the shower behind me, I heard two sets of voices. We were caught, I just knew it. All I could think of was that my life was officially over.

I heard my
sister’s
voice first. “Chance? How long are you going to be in there?”

I stuck my head out from behind the curtain, even though she clearly was not standing in the bathroom. Then I realized Hope
’
s clothes were thrown all over my bedroom. This couldn’t get worse.

“I just got in. What’s up?” I tried to sound calm.

“
Mark and I need
to talk to you. We will just wait in the living room until you finish.” She yelled.

I looked down at Hope who appeared as if she was going to be sick. “I love you.” I whispered in her ear.

I pulled back and watched as she mouthed the same words to me. Figuring this might be our last time together, at least for a while until I either recovered from Mark beating the shit out of me, or somehow being arrested for sleeping with a minor, I started washing Hope
’
s hair. She closed her eyes and didn’t fight me. When I started to do my own and then wash my body, I saw the tears in her eyes. She knew why I was taking my time, and her fear matched mine. Before turning off the water, I gave her one last kiss over her lips
.

“It will be okay. I promise.”
I whispered.

I turned off the water and reached for a towel for Hope first. I got her out and grabbed a towel for myself. When I made it to the hallway I peeked out realizing Mark was sitting in a chair with his back facing us. Buffy was sitting across from him, not even noticing me standing in a towel. I grabbed Hope and led her into my bedroom so that she could get dressed at least.

Before I could even find shorts, she was already fully dressed, sitting on the edge of my bed. I threw on my shorts and kissed her one more time, trying
not
to get choked up over it.

When I headed out to the living room, I knew it had only been about ten minutes in total from the time they had come into the apartment. I threw on a t-shirt as I made my way into the room, where Buffy and Mark sat waiting.

“Morning you two. What’s up?” Even though I knew what was up. I tried not to look Mark in the eye as I sat down next to my sister.

Mark had both hands on the ends of the chairs arms. To me, it seemed like he was trying to control his temper.
I could feel the beads of sweat already starting to form across my forehead, even though I had just got out of the shower. I didn’t care if he hauled off an hit me. I had gone against his word time and time again.  There was no way he would understand how I felt about her. This could only end badly.

Chapter 44

Chance

I was prepared for anything. If he wanted to call me out about being with his
daughter,
I was going to tell him the truth. I was in love with her and probably had been since the first day I met her. She made me want to live again and I couldn’t imagine spending one day without her.

When his mouth
opened,
I hung my head high and waited.

“So as you know the wedding in just a month away. Your sister and I took the day yesterday and drove a few towns over to shop for Christmas. I realize that this may be too forward of me to ask, but I wanted to know if Hope had talked to you about school? I know that you help her study all of the time and I think it has been a big influence on her. Did you know she hates school?” Mark asked.

So
far,
I
wasn’t
getting the crap beat out of me.

“Yeah, she mentioned it a few times. And to answer your question, no, she never really talks about it. Why? What’s up?”

Mark looked over at Buffy and then back to me. “Chance I have some connections here in Virginia. I have made several calls on your behalf and I personally went to college with the baseball recruiter over at Virginia Tech. I know I should have talked to you first, but I felt so bad for sending you away to South Carolina. I want you to know that I trust you and that I am sorry.”

“I’m sorry. I am not following you?” I said.

“
My friend, who is the recruiter, he knew of you Chance. He watched you play in high school, but you had already picked Penn State. Anyway, his short stop broke his leg last week and they say he won’t be able to play for at least a year. I told him how you lived with us and
were
planning on enrolling at the community college next semester. After explaining everything that happened, he pulled your transcripts and saw your high grade point average. They want you to play for them Chance, at least for one year. What do you say about that? Would you like to go back to school
at a University instead of a community college
?”

I was shocked. This had nothing to do with Hope, but actually everything to do with her. “I am kind of in shock right now. Do I need to give you an answer right now?
I had already enrolled at the community college.
”
I said
.

“He needs to know, before they look into other optio
ns Chance. I need to know by week
end.”

I was in shock. Who was this guy? How did he know all of these important people? My mother always said ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’ and I finally got it! “Wow, well I want to say yes, b
ut I think I need a couple days
to think about it.
I feel like I am dreaming.