43. Chapter 40
Mari
C hance drove us right up to what appeared to be an old lookout point.
There was a picnic table under a nearby bungalow, though it didn’t look like it could hold one of us without snapping in half.
The bungalow looked to be in decent enough shape, but a rusty squeaking was coming from somewhere around us.
“I’ve got us covered. Don’t worry.” He smiled before reversing JJ’s ute under a pair of trees.
“Is this the part where you kill me and throw me off the side of the cliff?” I teased.
“Yes, Mari . You got me. I brought you to one of my favourite places in the entire planet just to kill you and throw you off a cliff,” he replied dryly, shutting off the engine and hopping out.
I went to follow, but the lever on my door refused to open. “The hell?”
I tried it repetitively until Chance reached my side.
The door creaked open and a hand was waiting in offer.
Hands instantly clammy from the gesture, I rested one on his and let him hop me down from the ute.
Glancing at the open door, I noticed the little black lever that was normally pointing jaggedly left was twisted to the far right.
“Did you pull the child lock on my door?”
“How else am I supposed to show off all of this chivalry?”
His face was so close to mine, I could smell the mint and coffee on his breath. That teasing smirk faded, but not even his locked jaw could stop those pheromones freaking wafting over me.
He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, a loose curl that had fallen. His lips tipped up in appreciation as his fingers traced my jaw.
“Come on, Sunny baby. Let me show you,” he murmured.
“Show me what?”
“The view.” His hands dropped to my waist. “Tuck your legs up.”
He lifted me over the side of the ute tray, and I found what I had failed to notice this entire time. Blankets and a few stray pillows were scattered about, all on top of one giant flannelette picnic blanket.
“Is this Nan’s picnic blanket?” I asked.
“Sure is. She loaned it to me for the day,” he replied, effortlessly hopping up and over the edge.
“You two really are besties, aren’t you?” I teased.
“Like I said, she’s a special lady. I’d like to keep her on side.”
“What do you mean ‘on side’?” I asked.
“Sunny, I can’t believe you’ve been up here for thirty whole seconds and haven’t noticed what’s right in front of you.”
“What—”
Words could neither be lost or found for what I could see. Long, stretching vines fell alongside rich, green bushland that sprouted off the edge of the cliff face. Brown and yellow shining stones edged alongside it, a barrier for nature and its visitors, but a stage for the main attraction:
The waterfall.
The falls weren’t gushing, fast and wild. They were blue, the same colour as Chance’s eyes, and were smooth and swift. Seeing the source of water brought the fresh smell to my nose. Nature, sweet, sweet nature.
I looked up into those blues, the ones I could lose myself in as easily as I could lose myself in that falling water. They were gazing around us, not a cloud in sight in them. Clear and blue, the sun seemed to sparkle off them. As if those eyes, his eyes, were the ocean the sun longed to shine for.
They sparkled more when they met mine.
“What’s on that beautiful mind of yours, Sunny baby?”
“How did you find this place?” I asked, unwilling to share just how hooked he had me with those goddamn eyes of his.
“I needed to get out of the city one night, I was … caught up in some shit.” He plonked down on one of the pillows, beckoning me to join him.
“I was only new to the area and was trying to get to the highway. I was flooring it down the road when, believe it or not, there was a kangaroo — just staring at me dead in the face. I swerved just in time to miss the bastard but landed on this dirt road. Figured … figured I had a minute or two to see where it led to.”
A strong, warm arm wrapped around my shoulders, and I couldn’t help but snuggle up to his warm chest. We both sighed simultaneously, looked up at each other, and laughed.
“So, are you gonna ask me?” I murmured, expertly ruining out nice moment.
“Ask you what?” He flicked a brow up in surprise.
“C’mon, Chance. I know you want to ask about my dad.” A blink was all that told me he was surprised.
“Would you tell me if I asked?” he asked, lifting his eyebrows at me expectantly.
“Probably not,” I replied with a half-hearted chuckle. “But I probably should.”
“I won’t ask unless you want to tell, Sunny. That’s not how it goes with me—there’s never a ‘ should ’ or ‘ have to ’.”
I looked up to find those goddamn blue eyes, heated and fiery, staring down at me already.
“It’ll always be an ‘ I want ’ when you’re with me, love.”
Blood rushed to my face, my heart rate doubling over.
Those blue eyes dropped to my mouth, and I took that as invitation to gaze at his. Full, pink lips surrounded by close-shaven, brown sugar stubble. Those lips turned upwards as he let out a breathy chuckle.
“I haven’t done this for a while, Sunny.”
I laughed this time. “Nice line, Riordan. Do you use it on every girl you bring up here?” I teased, moving my hip slightly so it rested on a nearby orange cushion.
“You’re the only other person who knows about this place.”
“You don’t need to try and ‘woo’ me with a secret hideout, Chance. I appreciate everything you’ve done today just the same,” I replied.
“Why is it so hard for you to believe that I’m not lying to you?”
I blanched at the question.
“C’mon, Sunny baby. Don’t play dumb with me.
I know how smart you are.” He raised an eyebrow.
“You know how bad I want you, Sunny. And believe it or not, my dear, I’m not dumb either.
I’m nowhere near stupid enough to ruin whatever this is going to be over something as trivial as not telling the truth. ”
I gaped—stared at him like a fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing like one.
From curiosity to devilish in an instant, a smirk fell over his face like the fading sun. “Let me show you.”
“W-what?” I managed to get out.
“Let me show you, my dear Sunny baby.” A soft, tender kiss landed on my temple before he was moving. “Just how badly I want you.”
The ute tray creaked a little as he moved, but I barely heard it. Chance crawled down to where my legs were splayed out over the blanket. In one quick motion, he scooped both of them up and positioned himself underneath. And when he dropped my legs?
My legs fell straight open.
With where he was kneeling, they couldn’t not. My mouth simultaneously went dry and became full of saliva at the same time. “W-what’re you doing?”
“Shhhh,” he cooed, running his calloused hands all over my bare thighs. “Just enjoy .”
With a quick flick of a couple of fingers, my shorts were undone with the zipper loose. Chance dragged them down my legs and tossed them to the back corner of the tray.
“The farther off you, the better.” He grinned wickedly, shamelessly running his eyes over my exposed bright red, lace thong.
My body turned to mush, warm in anticipation of what those eyes were burning with desire for. “That apply for this too?” I mumbled, tucking my thumbs under the thin waistband of my underwear.
One feral grin later, and he’d ripped them clean off once again.
This would be the part where I made some joke about his tendency to destroy my clothes, but I was too busy basking in a flame of hunger.
He shuffled back farther until his chest was flat on the tray of the ute.
“What are you—?”
“Shhh,” he hushed me again, trailing his mouth up either side of my legs in torturous, slow patterns.
“Chance—”
“Shhh, Sunny baby. I’ve got you.” He’d made it to the top, head directly in between my legs as he continued to tease—running his tongue up and down either side and flicking across the middle every few licks.
“Mmm. You’re so wet already for me, Sunny baby. Aren’t you?” A slow, tasting in the centre, delicately swirling over the sensitive bud. “Such a good girl.”
And with that, he dove in. A fierce combination of sucking and licking on that tender bud, kickstarting a winding, balling knot inside me.
“Fuck … fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I gasped.
A gentle vibration pulsed near my entrance as Chance groaned.
Heaven and all the angels have got nothing compared to the ecstasy I felt when Chance slipped a finger inside me.
“That’s it, Sunny baby. It’s just a finger, make some room for me, love.”
As if he was the commander of my body, I loosened a tad, only to drip all over his hand.
“Fuck,” he muttered. Curling that finger, he found that spot like he’d memorised its location. He pushed in and out of me to a rhythm his hot mouth followed. His second hand floated around to my hip, gently digging his fingers in and thrumming the tightening flexors.
I came undone with his head still between my legs, with Chance Riordan licking and sucking me all the way through my climax. Every muscle in my body spasmed in pleasure, my mouth loosing breathy moans and groans. Only when I went limp and dazed, did he sit up from where he’d lain.
He looked down at me, wiped his mouth, and grinned at me once again. “So, now that I have you on a nice post-orgasm high. Can I get you to agree to dinner with me?”