When they walked outside, hand-in-hand, they found the club was gone. The bikes had been moved off, probably to some bar. Chance wondered how embarrassed he should be at the idea of his mother playing wingman for him but he also couldn’t be too mad about the soft night air, her at his side, and not having to look at Ben’s glaring face. He could pretend things were normal, this girl wasn’t some prisoner in a turf war, she wasn’t in danger, her brother wasn’t a fucking mess that Chance had to sort out.
But everything around them reminded him of the present. The club house, the sounds of cars outside, the smells. All of it was too familiar for him to live in his fantasy for too long. Things were exactly as they were, and he wasn’t going to be able to just shake that away but looking into her eyes for a while, as much as he would like to.
He led her to his bike, reaching for the helmet to hand it to her, as usual. Something jingled inside. An extra set of keys was sitting there, keys he knew well. He couldn’t help but chuckle pulling them out. They were keys to Link’s cabin an hour or so out of town by Hal’s Lake. He inherited from his father and took Kat there virtually every weekend when they first got together. Sometimes, after a few drinks, he would tell Chance how he was sure the cabin was the key to him winning Kat over. Chance didn’t like to think of all the things that went on up there, but he had to admire Link’s sense of humor, and sense of help.
“Something wrong?” Hannah asked when his silent pause went on for too long.
He turned around with a smile, swinging the keys from his finger. That didn’t really solve anything for her. She had no idea what was important, where the joke was. But he chuckled to himself and shook his head.
“I can take you home,” he said. “Or we can go on a little adventure. Link so kindly left me the keys to his cabin. It’s kind of lonely to retreat on your own, you know?”
He watched her. He wouldn’t fault her for wanting to go home. Taking a girl to a secluded cabin was kind of an obvious move. They looked into each other’s eyes and both knew what would happen if they went to the cabin. He waiting, he was watching, the ball would be in her court. He wouldn’t force anything on her, wouldn’t make her think she owed him anything. But God, he could only imagine the night they would have together at that cabin and he was already getting hard.
“I think I might like that,” she said quietly.
He stepped forward, getting into her space. She didn’t flinch away, she looked up at him with breathlessness, with wonder. Her eyes were glassy and she was leaning in again. Her lips touched his, he kissed her back and felt all the tension leave her body, her muscles uncoil, her tension leave.
They rode off into the night and Chance never felt like he made a more correct decision in his life.
***
Hal Lake was located an hour away from the nearest town. It was remote enough that cellphones and cable television didn’t work, which exactly the way Chance liked it. On the occasion that his mother and Link did bring him out here, he loved the quiet. He’d sit at the edge of the lake for hours. He liked to think. Link used to tease him, Scout would too once she was old enough. But being here at night was another experience entirely. While the sunlight cast a beautiful, golden screen across the still surface of the lake, the nighttime revealed the night sky in its fullest form. Sometimes you could even catch glimpses of the Milky Way’s shadow.
The farther out of town they got, the more the sky lit up in a sea of stars. He could hear Hannah sighing behind him, even over the roar of his engine. He smiled, taking quick glances at the sky, the bright roads above made of starlight. It was easy to see how Kat couldn’t help but fall for Link when he showed her a world like this. He didn’t want to use it as a gimmick though. He wanted Hannah to want him, the stars were just a helpful backdrop.
The cabin itself was small. It typical looking, stacked with deeply stained logs. A gorgeous wrap-around porch. A lake behind and the trees nestling it like a hug. It was cozy, it was safe, and when he killed the engine of his motorcycle, it was quiet. The only sounds were the buzz of animals in the woods, owls, squirrels, bugs. There was a steady drip sound, here and there, where ducks and birds flew up and out of the water, sending ripples across.
“This is gorgeous,” she breathed out, stepping off and removing the helmet.
As cliché as it was, he couldn’t help but stare back at her, ignoring the scenery around him completely, and agree with her. She looked back at him and smirked, smug at his own boyishness. He didn’t care, he’d be a child again if it meant he got to see her smile, if he got the privilege of being the person she smiled so brightly at. Her eyes shined in the starlight and he almost didn’t want to cut it short, didn’t want to go inside. But he also couldn’t wait to see her eyes light up in passion, in desire, to see what she looked like when she was needy, when she was hungry, when she was looking at him and wanting nothing else in the entire world.
He stepped forward slowly, taking her hands in his. They were so soft and warm and he felt like they could smooth over his rough ones, his calloused hands with hard bumps and tears. She could heal those parts of him, he wanted her to. He wanted those hands to smooth over everything, make him as soft as he could be if it meant he was like her, if it brought them any closer.
He tugged on her hand, just as she was about to lean in for a kiss. He snickered when she pouted at him and he chuckled, walking away. He pulled her with him, walking backwards towards the porch as she couldn’t hold her glare, smiling as they walked up the porch and stood there. He turned, breaking their gaze only to put the key in the lock and turned, then pushed. The door opened like the gates to heaven and he was sure he heard music in his ears when she stepped in after him, closing the door behind her, following him farther and farther into the cabin.
“I can give you the grand tour,” he said. “If you look over there you’ll see a—“
“Shut up.”
Her hands were on his chest, pushing him back. His legs hit the couch and he stopped there, pulling her in and kissing her soundly. He breathed out through his nose, sighing into the kiss and she did the Hannahe thing. Her fingers were like tendrils in his hair, pulling tight as if she was going to swallow him whole. What an incredible way to die that would be. God he would love to be swallowed up by her, in that moment. She moaned into his mouth and he felt the shiver go through every fiber of him.
He didn’t want her on the couch, he didn’t want her shoved against the wall, he wanted her in a bed, splayed out in front of him. He wanted her where he could worship her, where she could be on display in front of him, where she would feel as good as she could.
He pushed her back, gently, guiding her. She gave in to his control, moving back and towards the bedroom. They stepped together, like they’d done this a hundred thousand times before, like it was what they were meant to do. They moved through the threshold of the bedroom, the heat rising, the air getting stuffier and stuffier but he wouldn’t open a window and release it if the room was filled with poisonous gas, he’d be buried in it, he didn’t care. When her legs hit the bed, she leaned back and he leaned into her, steadying himself with hands on either side of her head, chasing her lips like they were water in the desert. His body fit into hers better than a puzzle, like two pieces of the Hannahe moon coming together in all the right places. It couldn’t be normal or natural. How could someone so quickly fall into such a deep and irrespirable intoxication? That meant it couldn’t be smart.
But he didn’t care.
She lifted herself off the bed and his hands slid under her shirt on instinct, pushing up and soon it was over her head and gone from his sight. Beneath him now was pale, creamy skin going from the swell of her breasts, still hidden underneath her peach bra, down the valley rift of her abs, revealing an impressive amount of definition in the muscles hiding there. His hands explored and his lips followed suit, taking in the salty heat across her body. She shivered underneath him and he left a trail of goosebumps in his wake like the tail of a comet.
She moaned and he felt the vibration beneath his lips, trapped inside the cage of her chest. He wanted to get at its source, he wanted to feast on the well where those sounds came from. And then he thanked God that her bra was a front open clasp. He pulled it apart with the snap of his fingers and she smiled, shaking it off her chest and freeing her arms from the loops. Her skin had been heavenly, her breasts were paradise. The pink buds at the peaks of her breasts were pebbled and hard and he moved there immediately, taking one into his mouth. His hand went to the other, unattended breast and she moaned and moaned. He was getting closer to the place they came from.
“Your shirt. Off. All of it,” she said huskily in between pants and he was happy to oblige her. He pulled back, she whined, and he smirked. He lifted his arms and threw his shirt off of himself, he stepped back and unbuttoned his pants, knocking the legs off with kicks.
Her eyes were drawn to his crotch. The erection that had been growing was obvious now, tenting his boxers. She watched him there with wide eyes. Unconsciously, she licked her lips, her tongue peeking out. She pulled her bottom lip under her top teeth and he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the erection through his boxers and began to pump.
“You look so sexy when you do that,” he said, moving his arm at a leisurely pace up and down.
She quirked a finger at him, beckoning him toward her. Once he was within arm’s reach she swatted his hand away and leaned in, placing a long kiss against where she found the tip of him hiding in the fabric. It was barely a touch but he couldn’t stop the moan that built in his throat and released, letting his head fall back. The image of her on her knees, head bobbing on his length, was enough to nearly make him come then. But he wasn’t going to force that on her, he wasn’t going to make it one of those nights. If she decided to grace him with the warmth of her mouth, then it would be all the sweeter knowing she wanted it too.
Her fingers went under the elastic waistband of his boxers, and pushed them down, letting them slide down slowly. The cotton rubbed along his overly sensitive skin.
“There are parts of you I need to see too,” he said, nodding to her pants.
“You want to delay this?” she asked with a raised eyebrow, nodding to his crotch.
“Anything to see more of you.”
Her eyes softened then and he wondered if that had been too sappy, too cheesy. But God he meant it. He’d do what he had to if it meant he got to see her most intimate parts, something few had ever seen before, few had ever tasted. She obliged him, moving back to remove her pants and underwear underneath at a torturously slow pace. She then moved and sat on the edge of the bed, pulling him close to her. Once he was there, her mouth took him in like a warm, soft blanket. The skin inside her mouth was like hot clay and he wanted it every day of his life. He had to fight his hips not to start moving on their own. He wanted nothing more than to start pumping. But he let her set the pace, moving her head as she would. She got as much of him in her mouth as she could and put her hand around the base of his shaft to take care of the rest.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he groaned, his head going back.
He couldn’t stop his fingers from tangling in her hair. He didn’t push her, he didn’t force her to keep her mouth on him, he just needed to feel her. He pulled tightly at the roots of her luscious hair and she groaned against him, moving more.
“Fuck, fuck,” he hissed out. He couldn’t stop it. He pushed her away and her mouth released him with a small, wet pop. He came, shaking and pumping himself as let his release run for every last bit it was worth.
She watched with wild eyes as he came down. He hadn’t meant to come so early. He looked like a schoolboy. But she walked on her knees toward him, kissing him deeply.
“It’s gonna be a minute before I’m ready again,” he said, a little miserably.
“Well, however can we pass the time?” she asked with faux innocence.
He looked down to see her hand moving between her legs and he felt a shudder. He gently pushed her back, swatting her hand away and replacing it with his own. He watched his fingers move through her pink velvet and then back up at her face, flushed and content, eyes closed and sighing. She was as gorgeous as he hoped.
“I’m going to worship you,” he whispered against her throat.
Then he kissed his way down her body, not removing his fingers until his tongue was there to take their place, lapping at her with more gusto than he’d ever given anything before in his life. She keened, her hips already starting to move against him. He pressed down, keeping her steady. This was her pleasure, but it would be his show.
He moved his fingers and tongue against her until he felt her writhing underneath him, felt her exhibiting the telltale signs of a woman about to come. He began working himself up again, his hand on his shaft moving up and down at a rigorous pace, taking it all in as she moaned beneath him, hips bucking wildly as she came with a long, loud moan. No one was around them for miles but he wondered if he could make her moan so loud that someone in the next town over heard them. He chuckled to himself, pulling back and biting her inner thigh for good measure.
Her eyes fluttered open, her breathing evening out as she looked up at him, stroking himself. She focused in on the movement. She launched up like her hips were a hinge and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Her teeth worked at his bottom lip and she ground herself against him as if to speed along the process. He moaned, encouraging her to continue. She felt better than his hand ever could anyway.
“You ready?” he asked unsteadily when he was sure he was there. She nodded feverishly.
He positioned himself and pushed into her. It was like the gates of pure bliss were opening up just for him. She hugged at him like she was meant to hold him. They moaned together and he paused, not moving as she shifted underneath him, making the position comfortable for herself as well. He waited until she nodded and then began moving, pumping in and out at a leisurely pace until he was sure he wasn’t hurting her. And then he broke lose, going as hard and as fast as the burning in the muscles of his thighs allowed. She met his thrusts with her own, moaning encouraging words in his ear about how big he was, how good he was, how good it felt.
It was all shallow dirty talk but it never failed to do the trick for him and he groaned and groaned, pushing farther and farther until he heard nothing but the rush of his own blood in his ears and saw what seemed to be a blinding white light. He let out a guttural moan. He had enough sense to get his hands between them and work at her clit until she was moaning too, just catching up at the end of his own orgasm.
And then there was the silence, like the quiet after a nuclear blast. They were looking at each other, panting, breathing, sweating. Her eyes were drooping and he felt himself the effects of the effort he’d put forward. He dropped down next to her and let out a deep breath. She slid over to hold onto him, nuzzling herself into his chest and wrapping her arm around him in a tight hold. She breathed in deep and let out a soft, warm gust of air across his sweaty chest.
Without a word they fell asleep together, in each other’s arms, and it was more perfect than Chance could have ever hoped for.