SWNOVELS Chance: Chapter 31
Sleepingwith Rory was going to be the death of him. Chance woke three times with a hard-on caused by her cute little ass pressing into his groin. Each time, he shifted away to break the contact and hefted a sigh while he pictured things guaranteed to make him lose the erection.
Wasn’t easy, though.
He wanted her, and lying beside her with her body snuggled up to his only brought the need home that much more.
It was more than need, though. He wanted to protect her, keep her safe, and not just from the dickhead Davises. He shivered as he thought of all the things she’d told him about what could happen during this pregnancy. She already had diabetes, but apparently gestational diabetes was also a thing. It happened to a lot of women—and it was even more frightening if it happened to Rory. Her body already had a problem with sugar. Last thing she needed was more blood sugar.
It could lead to preeclampsia, which was dangerous for her. Dangerous in general, but more so for Rory and the baby. He planned to do everything he could to keep her comfortable and be there for her while her body changed and grew heavy with their child. He couldn’t prevent everything, but he could be right here to watch for trouble and help her.
By the time six a.m. rolled around, he was more than ready to get out of bed. He left Rory sleeping soundly and went to shower, then headed outside to let the chickens out and collect eggs. The girls were happy to see him, or as happy as chickens can be, clucking up a storm as he scattered feed.
He checked the barn, the outbuildings, and the garden and all was as it should be. Still needed those high-res cameras to arrive so he could install them, but he was glad nobody’d been back since the garden had been torn up. Maybe Theo had pissed off a woman, but Chance’s gut told him otherwise.
After his encounter with the Davises, he wouldn’t be surprised if they were behind it. Junior would do it out of sheer meanness, though his daddy might have a plan to drive Rory and Theo toward a sale by chipping away at their business and causing them expensive problems.
The morning was cool, but the weather was headed for hot in the next few weeks. The thing about summer in the South was that it teased you in May with balmy days and slightly cooler nights before squatting over the region with a vengeance from June through mid-September, sometimes even into October. When summer hit, it hit hard with temps reaching close to one-hundred degrees during the day and humidity that had you ready for a change of clothes after walking to your car some days.
The farmhouse had window AC units. They worked, but maybe he needed to look into getting a proper system installed with ductwork. That’d cost a pretty penny, but he had money. Years of being single, combat and hazardous duty pay, as well as being frugal with a dollar had given him a sizable investment account.
Not that Rory would ever let him do such a thing. She had a real hang up about accepting help from anyone. Something he was going to have to work on.
He went inside and fixed coffee, then took his cup to the front porch and sat on the swing. After a while, he went for another cup. There was a small crash inside the bedroom that had him racing for the door. He yanked it open, his heart in his throat.
Rory stood just inside the closet door, a handful of boxes on the floor inside where they’d clearly fallen. She had a step stool where she’d climbed up to retrieve something from the shelf.
And in her hand was a glittery purple dong. She squeaked and thrust it behind her back.
“Knock for heaven’s sake,” she cried. “What do you want?”
Chance went hot and cold inside. Then he was hot again. He’d thought she’d fallen and his heart had squeezed so tight he’d felt like he couldn’t breathe. But no, his woman was getting a giant purple dong from her closet.
He stalked over to where she stood, her chest heaving, and reached behind her. She gripped the dong tightly but then let go when he insisted. He held it up and her cheeks went crimson.
“What the hell, kitten? You don’t need this when you’ve got the real thing right here.”
He gripped his crotch for emphasis. She made a strangled sound.
“First of all, who said I needed it? I was looking for something and it fell out of the closet. Forgot it was even there.”
He moved closer, dropped the dong on the dresser, and yanked her against his body. “Did you now? What were you looking for, baby?”
Her hands went to his chest, but she didn’t push him away. Her fingers curled into his polo shirt. His dick grew harder than stone as her hips flexed into him. “Just, um, a pair of shoes. I thought they were in a box. On the shelf.”
He dipped his head to press his lips to the tender skin beneath her ear. She inhaled sharply.
“Need me to search for you?”
“N-no. Not important. I must have donated them.”
He licked the shell of her ear. “Baby, it’s okay. You can be horny. God knows I’m horny as fuck after sleeping next to you all night. But you don’t need a fake dong to get you there when you got me. I know all the things you like. How hard, how soft, how deep, how rough. I know you love it when you ride me and I tease my finger around your backside, skimming you there. Then when you come and I insert just the tip of my finger, you fucking lose your mind.”
“Chance,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if it was a gasp or a moan.
“You like it when I fuck you from behind and lightly slap that pretty ass of yours, too. And you really like it when I tongue your clit until you sob my name.” He pushed her against the door jamb, pressing his hips to hers so she got the message. “I’m here for you, kitten. Ready to do anything you want me to do. You just gotta say the word.”
“You’re really annoying, you know that?” she asked, her eyes flashing as she glared up at him. But those fingers were still curled in his shirt, and her body was soft against him, not stiff with outrage or denial.
“I know.”
She appeared to be at war with herself. But then she curled a hand around the back of his neck and tugged him down to her. “I expect to see stars, Chancey Pants. If I don’t, then you don’t get another shot.”
Before he could tell her she was going to see the entire fucking universe before he was done, she slammed her mouth into his and thrust her tongue between his lips.
Game on. Thank fuck.