Page 137 of The Chance

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Mac

His eyes are moltenblue orbs, his cheeks a perfect shade of almost pink.

But it’s not even the way that his lips are swollen from kissing me, the plush flesh reddened from my teeth, that has my chest swelling.

It’s the goddamnsmileon his face.

I did that. I put that there.

It’s intoxicating to see, and I feel downright giddy knowing that it’s because of me.

“You’re staring.”

“Am not.” I snicker and adjust so that I’m propped on one arm beside his head.

Running my thumb over his bottom lip, I trace the smile with what feels like a chest full of caramel apples. I’m at the damn fair and I ain’t ever leaving.

A creak has my brow furrowing and Jordan’s eyes narrowing.

The snick of the door closing has my eyes flaring and my hands working to get Jordan’s shorts back over his junk.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Jordan whisper-hisses and pushes at me to get up.

“Macaroni?”

I freeze.

The sound of my mother’s voice, too close for comfort, has me silently shushing him and falling back over him like dead weight.

“What’re youdoing?” he growls near silently next to my ear.

I ignore the chills and shift so that one leg is back between his. It feels like it would be less compromising to be foundnotstraddling him while we sleep, at least.

Either way, it’s too late to jump up now.

“Pretend to be asleep,” I rush out on a breath and close my eyes.

The spread of his legs is wider than earlier and there’s not enough depth to the couch for four massive thighs, and mine ends up hanging off the edge. Which only serves to dig my hard cock right into his hip.

“Well, isn’t this sweet.”

Something nudges my calf at the same time that Jordan’s heart pounds hard beneath me.

When I don’t react, my mother full on kicks my shin.

“Ow, devil woman!” I yelp and swing a scowl in her direction. “Is this how you wake up your injured son?”

Her hands are on her hips and her head cocks.

“Says the grown ass man that was pretending to be asleep.”

I can’t help the bark of laughter that escapes me.

“Ma!”

“And judging by—” she waves a hand in our direction, “—this,I’m assumingsleepingisn’t the only thing that was going on.”

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