I freeze, Chance wants to meet Bella.
It’s been years since I introduced anyone to her. And that was Mase. I know Chance wouldn’t do or say anything to upset Bells, but it still feels strange even considering her request.
I swallow past the lump of apprehension clogging my throat, “Umm, yeah, I guess that would be okay.”
Chance eyes me, “If you don’t feel comfortable enough to introduce me to her yet, I can wait, Carter. It’s okay.”
Shaking my head, I tell her, “No, it’s okay. Just give me a minute to get used to the idea. I know Bells would love to meet you.”
She smiles wide, “Awesome! I’m so excited. There’s actually something I’d like to do with her, if it’s okay with you. And her, of course.”
My chest tightens, “Something like what?”
Her smile doesn’t falter, “I’d like her to model for me,” noticing the expression on my face, Chance rushes to explain, “Let me show you the kind of shoot I have planned for her before you decide. I worked on it all weekend. I swear she will love it.”
I know Bells would love doing something like that, but the fact is other people don’t see her the way I do. They will see a girl with Down Syndrome and laugh, or wonder why the photographer chose to use her for the pictures instead of a normal girl.
People are cruel, and I refuse to let Bella get hurt. But Chance wouldn’t do it if she thought it could hurt Bells, I know she wouldn’t. I have to close my eyes and calm myself before I can respond.
Chance’s hand curls around my tense neck, and she begins running her fingers through the hair at the base of my skull. “Just let me show you what I’d like to do with her, then you can decide,” she murmurs softly, and I nod.
I’ve never met a chick’s parents before, so when Chance drags me inside her house after class and I see her parents sitting on recliners in the lounge room, I halt. I can face down a guy twice my size in the ring, or even on the field, but meeting the people who created this incredible girl beside me terrifies the absolute fuck out of me.
I drop Chance’s hand immediately and slide my hands into my pockets, “Good afternoon Mr. and Mrs. Haynes,” I say, almost robotically.
Chance elbows me in the ribs and gives me a weird look before turning her attention back to her parents, “Mumma, Papa, this is Carter,” she says, while gesturing over her shoulder with her thumb to me, “He’s my super hot boyfriend with a spectacular arse.”
I choke on the air I’m breathing, coughing and trying not to laugh.
Then I hear a voice similar to Chance’s, but older, more sophisticated, say, “Well, turn around then, show us the goods.”
My wide eyes meet Chance’s mirthful ones, panicked.
Then her dad speaks up, saving me, “The only ogling you’ll be doing is of me, thank you very much. Leave the lad alone.” I foolishly think I’ve dodged a bullet when he follows up with, “What are your intentions with my daughter?”
Again, I turn to Chance for direction but she just grins. Traitor. Slowly turning to her father, I clear my throat, “I have the utmost respect for your daughter, sir, and I intend to hold on to her for as long as I possibly can.”
He looks me up and down with a speculative eye, “Alright, well you just make sure you treat her with that respect, otherwise you’ll be answering to me, her brother and her nephew.”
I nod, “Yes, sir.”
“Okay, well enough of the awkward stuff for now. I need to show Carter what I was working on over the weekend,” Chance announces, then faces me again, takes my hand and resumes dragging me through the house. But not before I catch a glimpse of her dad’s cheeks turning beet red at the mention of her weekend activities.
When we reach what I assume is her room, she shoves me inside then directs me to sit on the quilt. She gathers her laptop and a notebook then sits down beside me, her legs crossed, and opens her laptop.
She doesn’t say anything until a picture comes up on the screen, and I narrow my eyes on it, “Is that your dad?”
She chuckles, “Yeah, I had to fiddle with the settings on my camera to get it right, he was my temporary model.”
“Okay,” I breathe, my dad would never do anything like that. Put himself in an embarrassing position to help out his kid, no freaking way.
“These aren’t the exact set ups I’d like to use for Bella, but similar. See how I’ve used the flower and manipulated the light and angles to make it look like a skirt?”
I nod and shift, placing one arm behind Chance and leaning into her to see the screen better as she flicks through a couple of other images in the same style.
She licks her lips and turns her face to mine, “I know you’re worried about how the outside world sees her. How your parents see her. And I want to do this for her, to show how beautiful and unique she is. How extraordinary she can be if given the chance. I want everyone to see her the way you do.”
My throat is clogged with emotion. After seeing what she wants to do, how passionate she is about doing this for Bella, I can’t say no. And I don’t want to. Leaning into her, I take the computer out of her hands and place it gently on the floor, “Girl, I’m falling so hard, so fast, I don’t know what to do with all these things you’re stirring in me.”
Shuffling back up her bed, Chance unfolds her legs, bringing them either side of my hips and I follow her movements with my own body, pausing a hairs width from her mesmerizing lips, “I meant what I said earlier, I’m going to hold onto you for as long as I can. For as long as you’ll let me. I don’t ever want to let you go.”
Her answering smile is the only confirmation I need that she feels it too, and I kiss her hard. My lips meeting hers with punishing force, sliding my tongue against hers, tasting her. Pouring all my feelings and need into that one kiss.
Chance begins grinding up into me and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from sliding my hand under the floral sundress she’s wearing. I want so badly to feel her wetness coating my fingers, coating my cock.
I’ve never spent this much time with a chick without fucking her. But I want to make sure Chance knows that I’m completely serious about wanting more than sex from her. So, I hold myself back.
She moans into my mouth softly, “Carter,” she groans, “Why aren’t you touching me? Touch me, please” she begs.
Jesus, Fuck. She’s making it hard to behave. Before I can answer her, her hips push up into mine again, grinding her pelvis against my erection. “Fucckkkk,” I growl into her mouth.
I lift my body up off of hers, putting some space between us. Her dress has slid up to her waist, and when I look down I’m met with simple black underwear with lace around the edges, and oh my fuck, a damp patch right at her centre.
My dick pulses and I swear a bead of pre-come seeps from my tip. I want her so bad.
Launching myself off the bed, I plaster my back against the closed door, as far from her tempting little body as I can get without actually running away from her.
Her eyes follow my retreat with amusement, “What are you doing?”
I push my dick down, trying to relieve some of the pressure. Chance’s eyes follow the movement, and goddamn it, she licks her lips. My head drops back against the door with a loud thud and I close my eyes. I can’t handle looking at her right now. Not with my balls pulled so tight a gentle breeze could make me blow.
“What the f—” I almost shriek when I feel my belt loosening and my zipper slide down against my sensitive skin.
“Shhh,” Chance whispers from her knees in front of me.
My eyes widen, “You don’t have to d—” but her hot little mouth is on my cock already, and I couldn’t stop her if my life depended on it.
Chance licks at my tip, moaning as she sucks it into her mouth like a fucking lollipop. My hands drop to her head, fisting in her dark locks. One of her small hands curls around my base, as she begins to pump in time with her slow deep sucking.
I want to drop my head back again but I can’t. Her big eyes are looking up at me, taking me in, watching my reactions to her ministrations. Then, right before my eyes, her free hand slides under the hem of her dress and my eyes just about leave their sockets. She’s rubbing herself while sucking me off.
Her eyes close, and I squeeze my fist in her hair tighter, “Look at me when you come,” I demand as quietly as possible, fully aware her parents are in the house somewhere.
She obeys, and begins sucking me harder, her hand under her dress moves faster, and my knees weaken. When she starts to come her mouth jolts on my cock, making it hit the back of her throat, and I come with her. Chance swallows me down, never looking away from my face.
When she finally releases my softening dick, I slide down the door, to the floor in front of her, dragging her into my lap, “That was,” I pant, struggling to regain my breath, “better than good. Fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing,” I tell her, as I trail kisses across her temple.