Page 97 of The Chance

His length, hard enough to follow that line up his abdomen.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs to the ceiling, the cords in his neck pulled tight.

My stomach flips.

“Look at me.”

There’s a slight shake to his head, blown pupils trained above us.

Growling, I drive forward, burying to the hilt and leaning over him.

“Look at me,” I force out and grind against him, that ass of his sitting right on my groin, his stiffness rubbing against my abs.

Eyes clashing to mine, glassy and blown, I see everything I feel screaming back at me in the almost green color. They soften for the briefest moment before rolling back.

His lips pop open. Hips meeting mine.

“I’m gonna—”

He tightens, his body clamping down, and I grab his chin to guide his sight back to mine.

And with our eyes locked, he comes, warmth bathing my stomach and chest as his lips let loose the harshest of guttural vocals.

It’s enough to set me off, his body milking mine with each deep stroke as I find my release inside him.

Love him back.

“Mac,” I croak out with shaking limbs, the aftershocks racking me so hard that my arms give in.

My chest crashes to his, the stickiness of his cum spreading between us.

And for a moment … we just breathe.

Long enough that my cock begins to soften and slide from him. Even then, I don’t want to move. But then Mac hisses and I lean back enough to see the glassiness of his eyes.

“Jordan … why are you here?”

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Mac

There’s too much staringback at me when I ask that question.

Yet … Jordan leans back wordlessly, fully withdraws from me, and flops into a sitting position next to me.

My chest caves in, the emotions and implications settling in deep and too fucking heavy.

Its got me sitting up too fast with a spinning head, ass leakinghimas I spin to plant my feet on the floor.

“Vida,” he rumbles in that beautiful deep voice of his and I ignore the chills that race down my spine at the sound.

Throwing a glance over my shoulder, seeing him lounged about inmybed, the sheet draped over his still wet cock, has my chest caving in even more.

He’ll never be mine.

The thought chokes me and I face front.

“What?” I whisper to the wall, my heart in the blender and set on demolish.

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