Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Chance
D akota feels like heaven in my arms. I don’t want to admit how right she feels, or how I never want to put her down.
This isn’t me. I don’t carry women through my house like a fucking romance hero. I don’t carry women anywhere. I’ve never even brought them back to my house at all. My rule is their place so I can leave. Make a quick exit, usually before they wake.
The last thing I ever want is to have some love-struck bunny roaming around my property after her time is up.
But Dakota? She’s different, and that terrifies me.
Pushing the thoughts to the back of my mind, I slam my bedroom door closed with my foot and stalk to my bed.
“Chance, I think…” Dakota starts as I place her down on my bed.
I silence her with a kiss. “You don’t want to think.”
“I know, but…”
“So don’t.” I drop my head to her neck, lightly biting the spot I’ve learned drives her crazy.
I’m rewarded with a groan as she arches into me, grabbing tightly onto my hair.
Whatever Dakota was going to say must have left her mind as my hand finds its way up her dress. My hand slides along the soft skin of her thigh, riding high enough to find its way back up to her lack of a panty line. I growl into her soft skin as I lift her dress up, not stopping until the fabric is thrown onto the floor.
Seeing Dakota on her front steps when we pulled up earlier took my breath away. Seeing her naked on my bed with her lush brown locks strewn over the sheets makes my heart nearly fucking stop. The only light in the room is the fading sun streaming through my window, cascading hues of pink and orange across her body.
Her big, green eyes look back at me, a mix of lust and hesitation. I need to make her stop thinking so much so she can feel.
“Chance?”
I have a feeling she never lets herself go to act on what makes her feel good.
I need to change that.
“Shhh.” I take one of her nipples into my mouth, giving it a hard suck. Her scent intoxicates me. Oranges mixed with something. Maybe vanilla? She smells and tastes like a fucking popsicle.
Her fingers in my hair hold me in place, urging me on. I know I’m on the right track when she arches her back into me as I nip at her tight bud.
I love the feeling of her writhing underneath me, and I need to feel more of it. I need to feel her skin on mine; need her soft to my hard. I need everything about her.
Pulling away, I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention while flicking her abandoned nipple with my thumb. Her moans are all the encouragement I need.
I stand abruptly, pulling at my shirt, ridding myself of my clothes as I stare at the beauty in front of me.
Dakota’s hungry eyes track me as I move. I feel the goosebumps along my body as she raises onto her elbows, trailing her eyes down my chest and to my pants. I stop as I undo the button of my slacks, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Don’t stop now, Cowboy,” she says with a smirk.
With a chuckle, I continue, holding her gaze as I drop my pants, standing in front of her in only my boxers. Dakota bites her bottom lip, taking me in.
“Something you like, Counselor?”
“I’d like it a lot better if it was over here,” she purrs. The sound of her seductive voice shoots straight to my cock.
Not wasting a moment, I throw off my boxers and stalk toward her, grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her toward me. She lets out a laugh as she slides across my blanket until her ass meets my thigh. Lifting her ankle to my mouth, I place a soft kiss on her supple skin. “Is this better?”
“Getting there.” Her attempt at sounding indifferent fails.
I trail my lips up her leg and along the inside of her knee. Loving the gasp that escapes her lips, I continue to work higher, tickling the inside of her thigh with the scruff of my beard.
“Chance,” she moans, arching into me.
I drop her leg and pick up her other one, following the same path. She writhes underneath me and moans at my touch. This is what I want for her. I want her to stop thinking and just let herself feel.
I avoid the place I know she wants me to touch the most. Running my lips along her flat stomach, cupping her breasts in my hands as I place kisses along her ribs.
“Chance, I think…”
“No thinking,” I say, nipping at her skin. I look up the length of her, meeting her gaze. “Do you want this?”
She hesitates, and my heart stops. I don’t want this to end before it’s even begun.
“I want this,” she finally answers. “But this isn’t me, Chance. I know we’re fake, and we have an end date, but I’m not the girl that can just switch off her emotions when this is done. I can’t just move on and pretend this isn’t something we’ve shared.”
I can’t explain the shift I start to feel, because I don’t understand it myself. I want to make Dakota feel so good she can stop thinking about everything and everyone. Just me. I don’t know about emotions, or what will happen after this. I can’t promise next week, let alone forever. I only ever care about what’s happening in the moment. It’s the way I’ve always been. I’ve never felt more than lust for a woman, and even that was usually fleeting.
But with Dakota, I don’t know what I feel, but it’s more than that. I can’t put my finger on it, or name it, but it’s something.
“If you want this, then don’t worry about later. I can’t promise you anything after tonight, but I can promise you right now. I can make you feel so fucking good.”
I don’t wait for her to answer. Instead, I suck a nipple into my mouth, giving it a hard nip before cooling it with a lap of my tongue. She grabs my hair, holding me in place while I fondle her with my other hand. Her core grinds against me, seeking relief. She feels so fucking good working her body against mine.
“Yes, Chance,” she groans, throwing her head back.
“Can you let go, sweetheart? Just for tonight?” I switch to the other nipple, starting over with a nip.
“Yes,” she gasps, riding me harder.
Flipping her onto her stomach, I smile as her squeaked scream fills my room. I lay my body on top of hers, guiding myself along her ass, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Good girl,” I growl, biting her shoulder. “Now, don’t move.”
I give her ass a slap as I stand, moving to the bedside table to grab a condom. She gives out a startled cry that turns into a moan, making me harder. I can’t take my eyes off her as I roll the rubber over my hard length, watching her back rise and fall with her quickened breaths. A faint red patch stains her pale cheek where I spanked her, filling me with a sense of pride.
I try to take my own advice and not think too much about why I’m feeling the way I feel. I never put too much thought into a night with a woman. If she didn’t seem interested, I moved on. Instant gratification. That’s it. I was always gone before either one of us could think too much about it.
But with Dakota, it’s different. I want her to feel good. I want to be the one to put a smile on her face and make her scream my name in ecstasy. My heart speeds up at the sight of her, the feel of her skin under my fingers. The way she moans at my touch.
But I can’t think of that now.
Stalking back to the bed, I grab Dakota’s luscious curves and pull her toward me. She gasps as her ass hits my groin, my hands digging into her hips so tightly I know if I let her go, there will be red marks there too.
“You ready for this, sweetheart?” I growl, dragging my length against her. “I’m ready for you.”
“Yes, Chance. Please,” she begs.
I don’t hesitate. I slide into her, draping my body over her back. I drop my head to her back, both of us groaning at the contact, taking a moment to adjust to each other.
So good. She feels so good.
I push all my other thoughts aside. I don’t need to think about feelings. This isn’t about emotion; it’s about release. Getting each other out of our systems so we can get through the next couple of weeks without tension.
I hope.
I pick up the pace, grabbing a fist full of her hair and pulling. She moans as I nip at her shoulder before trailing kisses up her neck.
“Chance,” she gasps, her hips moving in time with mine.
“Shh, sweetheart. Just feel. Don’t talk.” Reaching my free hand around her body, I grab her breast and roll her nipple between my fingers. I’m rewarded with a scream and feel a tremble that moves through her whole body. “That’s it. Give into the feeling, babe. Feel what I’m doing to you. Feel how well you’re taking me.”
“Oh, Chance.”
I smile into her neck as I pull her hair harder, shifting my hips to hit the spot that rewards me with another scream. “That’s it. Feel that. Feel what I’m doing to you.”
Dakota’s breathing intensifies, her responses reduced to only grunts and moans as we move together.
I can feel my own release building, but I hold it off. I need Dakota to explode first. I need to feel her lose control around me.
I almost still at the thought. I’ve never concerned myself with the feel of a woman climaxing. I always make sure they have a good time, but then I take what I need. But it isn’t like that with Dakota. I need to feel her lose control. The sounds she’s making are like a drug to me, and I need more.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you need. Ride me. Let me feel you.”
My words send her over the edge. She’s screaming my name as I slip my hand from her hair and grab her throat, tight enough to let her know I’m in control. My free hand travels down to her tight bud, rubbing hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm while withholding my own. I take pleasure in watching her come undone around me, knowing I’m the one that causing her to unravel.
Once she’s come down from her high, I let go of her throat and let her fall to the bed. Grabbing her hips, I pull her body to me, making her rise to her knees. Her still-trembling body lets me take what I need, thrusting into her at a punishing speed until I find my own release. I quickly follow, not able to hold back after the intense high of our lovemaking.
Lovemaking? What the fuck?
I lower my head to her shoulder, trying to catch my breath.
This isn’t me. I don’t have feelings during sex. Lust, satisfaction, relief? Sure. Connection, contentment—love? Never. While I know I’m not in love with Dakota, I sense that I’m starting to feel more than just a physical attraction to her.
Which is why I can’t believe the words that leave my mouth.
“Stay with me.”
She stills underneath me, her head turned to the side.
“Did you hear me?” I roll to my side, tucking her into my arms.
“I thought I heard you ask me to stay, but I must be hallucinating.”
“Don’t overthink this, sweetheart. Just go to sleep.”
I don’t want to talk about why I ask her to stay. I can’t think about my yard full of people, most likely gossiping about my fight with Todd and how Dakota and I didn’t return. I can’t think about the rodeo or the investors. I can’t think about anything, or I’ll be doing what I’m telling her not to do.
Overthink.
So instead, I’m just going to hold her in my arms and fall asleep. Pretend like nothing outside of this room exists.
For once, I’m ready to block everything out and just feel.
Another one of my rules that I’m breaking for her.
If I’m not careful, I’ll forget why I made those rules in the first place. But for right now, I don’t care.