Page 27 of Chill’s Chance

Tucking my finger into her channel, I slip in and out until it’s coated. Removing it, I rub her essence over her nipple while slipping my other finger inside to capture more before doing the same to her other nipple. I lick and suck her nipples into hardened peaks while brushing my cock between her pussy lips. When she shudders under my administrations, I rub harder against her clit because I know she’s close. I want her to climax from the friction only. Grinning when her body convulses under me and she lets out a loud, long groan. I watch her face as she climaxes. She’s fucking gorgeous when she comes.

“Hunter.” Chill whispers as she floats back down from the peak. “Fuck, baby, I need…” she growls as I suck her clit into my mouth while sliding my finger back into her passage. I crook my finger until I touch that perfect spot of nerves and send her flying again. She’s so fucking wet, she’s dripping, and so is my cock. It aches with need. Without waiting for her to recover, I line him up and slide home.

“Jesus Christ.” We both shout and if I wasn’t so focused on fucking this woman, I’d laugh. But damn it, she feels so good that can’t think of anything but pulling out and slamming back in.

Chill wraps those long, sexy legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass, allowing me to go deeper and encouraging me to go harder. My perfect angel is trying to kill me. I want to slow down, make this last, but her pussy is too tight, and it’s sucking me in.

“Fuck me harder!” Chill growls, her legs so strong that she pulls me forward until I collapse over her, my arms landing on either side of her.

“You want harder?” I growl back and she snarls out a yes.

I move fast, sliding out just enough to flip her over and yank her back. She scuttles into place, pushing her luscious ass out and parting her legs so I can see her dripping pussy begging me. Wrapping my hand around her hair, I yank her head back as I slam into her all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck!” we both shout out and I bite back another chuckle. I piston my hips, circling them to push him in further. I want to bury myself inside, lose myself in all that is Chill. When I feel her fingers brush against my cock, I almost explode. I lean forward and bite her neck. “Come for me, baby, come now! Come hard!” I order. She explodes around me and I follow by shooting streams of cum deep into her pussy. Without pulling out, I push her over until we’re lying on the bed, my softening cock still clinging to stay in her soft heat.

“I missed that.” Chill says.

“My dick?” I ask with a chuckle.

“No. Well, yes. But I was talking about orgasms.”

“How long has it been?” I ask, not sure I want to know the answer, but I can’t seem to stop myself from asking.

“My last real orgasm was with you.” She says.

I lean up to look into her face. She’s biting her lip as she rolls over to face me. I slide out of her and moan with the loss, but I can’t complain about the view. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Really?” I ask and she nods.

“Because you knew I was the one for you, like I knew you were the one for me?” I tease, tensing when I see the sadness roll through her eyes. But then it’s gone again.

“Something like that.” She says, grinning before rolling away. “I need a shower.” She turns back to look at me over her shoulder. “Coming?”

No need to ask me twice.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: CHILL

I wake before Hunter so I can watch him sleep. This is the first time we’ve spent the night together, but I realize I’m already used to him being here with me. How is that possible? Probably has something to do with the number of nights I went to bed thinking about him. Some nights it was with anger, other nights with longing. I shake my head to clear my thoughts. I have to get moving. Church starts soon and there is no excuse for being late.

I’m not the first in Church, but I’m also not the last. I take my seat next to Puma. He nods at me in greeting and I return it.

“You look… relaxed.” Puma says with a smirk. I roll my eyes at him but chuckle. “Great sex will do that for you.” He continues.

“So I’ve heard.” I reply dryly, and he grins at me.

When everyone arrives, Puma slams down the gavel.

“To bring everyone up to speed.” He announces before he gives a blow-by-blow of how we found Slade. “Hunter is staying on as a prospect, so he and his kid, Slade, are staying here. He’s no longer a fugitive, thanks to Chill and Spark.”

“Speaking of prospects. Is tonight the night?” Dice asks.

“The kutte came in the day before yesterday.” Spock says. “Can’t wait to see her face.”

“What’s her road name?” I ask Puma.

He shakes his head. “Everyone will find out tonight. I invited Detective Sterling. He wants to talk with Slade, so I suggested he come later today so he can stay for the party. Showtime doesn’t know.”

“When did you talk with Sterling?” Hawk asks.

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