Taking Chances (The Chances and Choices Duology - Book 1 of 2 - Contemporary Romance) (12 page)

I wanted him off me, so I could put as much
distance between us as physically possible, but he held me securely underneath
him. “Get off!” My words were filled with venom.

“I’m trying, Baby, but you aren’t being very
cooperative.”

I turned my head to the side, unwilling to
acknowledge his double entendre. He used the opportunity to whisper in my ear,
“You’ve spanked me twice tonight, and I liked it. Do you like it naughty,
Abby?”

Did this
guy not understand English?
I was working to formulate an appropriately disgusted
response when he slowly slid out of me and back in. I was furious with him and
appalled with myself for having had sex with him; but God help me, it felt
magnificent when his penis moved inside me.

It was all too much. I couldn’t believe that I
had slept with my ex-boyfriend’s identical twin, or that he was such an
unbelievable pig. I wanted nothing more than to get far away from him and lick
my wounds. To top it all off, he was still inside me and my body reacted to him
like a moth to a flame.

What the
hell was wrong with me that my brain could be so repulsed by someone, and my
body could be so completely turned on by him?

To my horror, the emotion I was feeling welled
up, and I burst into tears. It wasn’t the cute trickle kind of crying either;
but the sobbing, blubbering kind that makes a complete mess of your face.

I was completely embarrassed, but the tears kept
coming, and I couldn’t stop them. Sam had pulled back and was looking at me
with that fearful look in his eyes that men get when a woman cries.

“Don’t cry, Ab.” He tried to soothe me, but I
was beyond consolation. “I shouldn’t have said the ‘sloppy seconds’ thing. I
didn’t mean it at all.” He paused before adding quietly and seriously, “I don’t
know what’s wrong with me.”

“You didn’t mean it?” The words were barely
recognizable because I hiccupped on a sob as I asked the question. I wasn’t
about to let him off the hook that easily, and he was probably only saying it
to get me to stop crying, but it was still nice to hear him say it.

“Of course I didn’t mean it,” he answered. Then
he continued, “I’m very sorry I said it, and that I hurt your feelings.” He
bent his head down and began gently kissing the tears off one of my cheeks. “I
don’t know why, but I always push people away before I start to care too much
about them.” He continued his sweet, soft kisses on my other cheek.

“You care about me?” I was surprised at his
revelation and wanted confirmation.

“I care about you, Abby.” He gazed at down at
me. “I care about you a lot, and it scares the hell out of me.”

He placed a sweet, tentative kiss on my lips. I
gasped in surprise. “I thought you didn’t kiss on the lips.”

“I don’t.” His words didn’t match his actions
because he kissed me on the lips again, slowly. This time his tongue dipped in
to touch mine.

“Yes, you do.” I murmured into his mouth between
glorious kisses.

For someone who hadn’t had a lot of practice
lately with kissing, he was amazing at it. He moved from tenderly brushing my
lips with his to gently lapping his tongue over mine to a thorough exploration
of my mouth. When he gently nipped my lower lip with his teeth, I felt the
sensation ripple down my spine.

“Do you forgive me?” He looked like a forlorn
little boy when he asked, kissing the tip of my nose.

I hesitated. I couldn’t handle his hot-and-cold moodiness.
“Don’t ever say anything like that to me again. Not ever.” I demanded. “I will
not put up with that kind of treatment.” I raised my eyebrows to let him know I
meant business.

“And you shouldn’t put up with it, Ab.” He
looked down before adding, “I wouldn’t blame you if you never wanted to speak
to me again.”

“Right now, I don’t want to.” I said crabbily,
unwilling to forgive him so quickly for making such a hurtful and nasty comment.

“It was a despicable thing to say, and it
doesn’t reflect my true feelings at all. I’m so sorry I made such an offensive
comment, and that I hurt you. What can I do to make it up to you? Beg your forgiveness?
Yell from the rooftops about what an ass I am?”

The last one made me smile a little, so he
added, “You want public humiliation, huh? Okay, how about if I run through town
naked, except for a sandwich board that reads ‘Sam is a jerk. Abby is amazing’?”

“I like that, but I’d rather the sign said you are
a ‘
titball
’. ‘Jerk’ is so passé.”

“
Titball
it is then.
Although I’m not sure what that means, I’m pretty sure it’s not good.” He
turned serious. “Can you ever forgive me? I’m so sorry for saying that.”

I wasn’t ready to let his outrageous comment go,
but I knew that I couldn’t stay mad at him forever. “Promise me that you’ll
never say anything like that about me ever again.”

“I promise,” he said before giving me a deep,
wet, toe-curling, mind-numbing kiss.

“Sealed with a kiss on the lips.” He gave me a
lopsided grin when the kiss finally ended.

His careless words had hurt me, and I wasn’t
ready to forgive and forget, but his sweet kiss had worked it’s magic on my
body. I was beyond horny and ready to have my way with him. “I’m on top this
time,” I informed him, wanting complete control of the situation.

“As you wish, Ma’am.” Somehow he managed to
whirl us around so that he was lying back on the couch with me straddling him.
His hugely erect penis was still inside me, and I began to rock over him. We
would have none of that ‘staying still’ business when I was in charge. I tilted
my head back and enjoyed the sensation of him filling me.

He used his hands to tease my taut nipples. I
glanced down and saw that he was enjoying watching me ride him, so I decided to
give him even more of a show. I slowly, deliberately, reached my hand down to
rub a finger over my clitoris. His face registered shocked pleasure when I
moaned and brazenly ran my tongue over my teeth.

I spread my legs wide and leaned over him as I
savored the thrilling sensation of easing his cock in and out of me. My tits
were now dangling over him and he stretched up to take one in his mouth,
suckling it tenderly.

With his hands free, they made their way around
to my rear. His mouth released my breast as his hands gripped my buttocks to
pull me down over him harder, faster. I was still rubbing a finger over my
clit, and I reached up with my free hand to grab one of my bobbing boobs. I rolled
my puckered nipple between my finger and thumb and was delighted by his look of
pure desire as he watched me pleasuring myself. I tossed my head back lost in
ecstasy.

One of his hands found it’s way to the crack at
my rear. When he eased his finger down and over the opening, I clinched my
buttocks and froze. “What are you…
”
I stammered. “I
don’t think…” I started again. “I don’t…” I wasn’t sure how to finish.

“Yes, you do,” he threw my earlier words back at
me. When I shook my head, he continued, “It’s okay. Just relax.” As he said the
words, he began gently circling his finger around the perimeter of me. My first
instinct was to stop him, but it felt so fantastic that I was powerless to say
the word.

As I became lost in the glorious sensation, I began
moving over him again. I rode him relentlessly until the orgasm ripped through
me. I cried out as I came, my body clinching violently as wave after wave of
pleasure vibrated through me. He let go when I did, pumping his seed deep into
me with a loud moan.

I collapsed on top of him, emotionally and
physically spent. I fell asleep there, cradled in his strong embrace.

When I woke, he was lightly rubbing his fingers
over my back. It was barely daylight, and I had slept hard. I wasn’t certain if
he had slept at all. I was still completely naked and sprawled on top of him,
but he had somehow managed to toss the quilt over us without waking me.

I shifted slightly and realized that he was
still sheathed inside me, and he was rock hard again. I dropped kisses along
his chest and shoulder before moving my body to slide his cock in and out of me
a few times.

He smiled, “You’re already wet.”

“And you’re already hard,” I answered him.
“Guess we make a pretty good team.”

“The best.” He smiled as he rolled us on our
sides, staying inside me and beginning to move slowly, sexily in and out. “This
might be a record for how long two people have stayed hooked up.”

“Let’s not call Guinness. I’m not sure if they
have a record for fucking, but if they do, I don’t think I want to be known for
that.” I answered him honestly.

“Fucking, huh? Is that what this is? It felt
like more to me.” He was still sliding in and out of me, and it felt glorious.

Somehow I managed to keep my wits about me
enough to answer him. “Screwing, banging, fooling around, bumping
uglies
, humping. Call it whatever you want. I still don’t
want to be known for it.

“Doing the nasty?” he asked. By now we were both
chuckling.

“If you like,” I responded, “but I prefer ‘doing
the deed’.”

He stopped moving inside me and turned serious.
“Making love?” He seemed almost nervous asking me the question.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. This was
treacherous terrain, and I didn’t want to scare him off by saying too much too
soon, like I had with Seth. I finally went with a non-committal, “Some people
call it that.”

He refused to let me off that easily. “What do
you call it?”

“It depends on the situation,” I hedged. He
didn’t seem satisfied with that answer, so I continued. “Lets just call it
having sex. That’s what it was, and it is a simple, straightforward way to
refer to it.”

He nuzzled my ear and whispered, “I want to make
love with you, Abby.” He enunciated his point by easing gently in and out of me
a few more times.

His slow, fluid movements combined with his
sweet, sexy words were almost too much for me to take. My vision had gone
blurry. I was trying to keep a wall up between us to protect myself, and he was
making it very difficult.

He didn’t wait for me to answer. I gasped as he
nipped at my earlobe with his teeth. He gently kissed his way along my jaw and
up to my lips. He plied my lips with soft kisses. Then he explored my mouth
with his tongue. Our tongues slid along each other in the same easy rhythm as
his penis moved within me. I could feel a slow, deep fire of desire burning in
my belly.

“Kiss that
Guiness
record goodbye,” he joked as he pulled his hard penis out of me. I immediately
felt the loss. That was soon forgotten, though, as he took his time kissing and
licking and suckling his way down my naked body.

He stopped to pay proper attention to each of my
breasts. When he lightly rubbed the stubble on his cheek across my chest, it
sent thrilling chills down my spine. He nuzzled me tenderly, which made it more
of a surprise when his teeth tugged gently on my nipple. The thrilling
sensation made my hips buck up off the couch.

As if sensing my need for more, he began working
his way further down my body. My back arched when he dipped his tongue into my
belly button.

He made his way further down and nuzzled his
nose into my landing strip. I was achy with need, desperate for more. I
greedily spread my legs and he carefully placed each one, so that they rested
on his shoulders.

It was daylight and I was completely exposed to
him. Normally that would have made me self-conscious, but I couldn’t
concentrate on anything except for the anticipation of what was about to
happen.

His gorgeous green eyes gazed at me through shuddered
lids before he turned his head to the side to kiss the inside of each of my
thighs, then he blew cool air on my center. I was so wet, and I could feel the
frantic need for more churning inside me. “Please,” I finally murmured, begging
as I turned my head to the side and dug my heels into his back so I could raise
my hips to him.

He didn’t make me ask twice. He separated my
folds and held me open with his thumbs as he worshiped me with his tongue. The
orgasm raced through me as I rode the waves of ecstasy.

When the convulsions stopped, my body relaxed. I
felt giddy and relaxed. He moved up to lie beside me, and I stayed like that
for a minute, recovering.

Once my breathing began to return to normal, I
realized that I wanted to bring that kind of intense bliss to his body. One
quick glance told me that he was still hard. His fabulous cock was jutting out
towards me. I wetted my lips, formulating a plan.

Without any warning or preamble I lowered myself
and took him into my mouth, all the way in. I was amazed that I was able to do
it, and by the sound of his delighted gasp, so was he. I became frantic,
sucking him hard, wanting to give him the kind of pleasure that he had just
given me.

My head bobbed up and down quickly as I worked
my tongue and mouth over him. His hands clinched into tight balls as his hips
began to move with my rhythm. His panting and groans spurred me on.

“I’m getting ready to come.” He blurted out the
warning in broken words. I didn’t care, and I didn’t stop. I continued sucking
on him as he spilled his hot liquid into my mouth.

I looked directly into his eyes and swallowed
his seed. Then I deliberately licked my lips and smiled up at him. His pupils
dilated and he sucked in a breath at my brazen move. His strong, positive reaction
encouraged me to go on, so I used my tongue to lick him completely clean of the
semen that had spurted out of my mouth. He watched my every move, completely
engrossed.

When I finished, he grinned down at me. “That
was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Ab. If it were physically possible for a
man to come twice in a matter of seconds, I think I would have just done it.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I purred, pleased with
myself, but realizing we needed to get back to reality. “Now, give me a ride to
town before I’m late for work.”

“I don’t usually let a woman boss me around like
that, but after that blow job, you can have your way with me.”

“I might just take you up on that later.” I
responded as he rose to help me up. I tenderly tried putting weight on my
twisted ankle and found that I was able to gingerly walk on it. “It’s amazing
what good sex can heal.” I grinned over my shoulder at him as I limped to the
bathroom.

“Good sex?” He seemed offended. “Try
flippin
’ fantastic sex.”

“Yeah, it was pretty
flippin
’
fantastic,” I agreed.