Desperate Chances
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The douchebaggy kind.
Because if I felt that way I shouldn’t be with Sophie. End of discussion.
I thought of how things were when we returned to the hotel room tonight. How cold and distant I felt.
Sophie had to have felt it. Of course she did. She wasn’t an idiot.
Why were we together?
The answer didn’t seem so simple anymore.
Sure, Sophie was safe. Sophie was constant.
Sophie had been there when I needed someone to be.
I had been terrified of being alone. Because if I was alone, there would have been a good chance I’d crawl on hands and knees back to Gracie, begging her to love me. And I had been trying to hold onto some semblance of pride.
Warm fucking milk.
Maysie didn’t look surprised by my confession. She didn’t look at me in disappointment or disgust either, which was good for my already deteriorating self-esteem. She stood up and shoved her hands into her pockets. “I think this break from being on the road will be good for everyone. Maybe you should take that time to figure out your long-term.”
I nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a decent idea,” I agreed.
Maysie shivered. “Okay, I’m going back in before I turn into a Popsicle. Thanks for the chat, Mitch.”
“Sure thing. Anytime, Mays.”
I sat outside for another hour after Maysie left. Maybe you should take that time to figure out your long-term.
She was right.
That’s exactly what I was going to do.
“L et me be what you need. Please,” I begged her. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get inside of her. We weren’t even naked. Gracie had pushed my jeans down over my ass and her panties still dangled from her left ankle. She was on her back underneath me, panting and ready.
Her face was red from my stubble, her lips swollen from my teeth. She was gorgeous.
She had shown up at my hotel room door and everything had happened so fast. The next thing I knew we were kissing. Goddamn, we were kissing. It was like we were going to devour each other.
Then her shirt came off and I finally tasted those amazing tits. I had dreamed about Gracie’s breasts. Imagined a thousand times what they’d feel like. I just didn’t think I’d ever have the chance. Because we were just friends.
Only ever friends.
For years I had been relegated to that place where a guy’s ego goes to die. The friend zone.
But then she showed up tonight and let me touch her. And kiss her. And now here I was, with my cock between her legs and she was having doubts. I should have expected it. Gracie was messy. She was complicated. She was absolutely everything I had ever, could ever want.
Gracie reached up and cupped my face in her hands. “You’re always so patient with me, Mitch. Why? Why haven’t you run in the other direction? Most people would, you know.”
How could she not know? Hadn’t I made it obvious a million times already?
I grabbed her hand and softly kissed the palm, letting my lips linger. Then I looked down at her and told her the words I had always wanted her to hear.
“Because I love you, Gracie. God, I love you.”
Her eyes filled with tears and she shook her head.
I kissed her salty lips. “I love you,” I whispered against her mouth.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and arched her back. I slipped inside her. Not all the way. Just enough to know that I never wanted to be anywhere else. I could live and die between her legs and go a happy man.
“Please, Mitch,” she begged and I wasn’t going to prolong this for either of us. We had waited long enough.
I pushed inside her, shuddering as she took all of me. “I love you, Gracie,” I groaned as I adjusted to the feel of her.
“I will always love you,” I gasped as we started to move together. Gracie’s fingers dug into my back and I kissed the line of her neck. I didn’t care that she didn’t say it back. I’d say it enough for both of us. “There will never be anyone for me but you.”
I couldn’t stop telling her all the things that had been locked away in my heart for years. Now that she was here, underneath me, completely open, I wanted to give her the world.
She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and I could barely hang on. I was toppling over a very steep cliff and I wanted to take her with me.
“Mitch!” she screamed as I came.
I sat up in bed, my heart hammering in my chest and experiencing the most uncomfortable case of morning wood that I could ever remember having.
I ran my hand through my sweaty hair and tried to breathe normally.
I looked over at Sophie. She was still asleep, thank god. So I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped under the spray. I braced myself against the tiled wall and let the water slide over my skin.
Then I wrapped my hand around my dick and pumped. Hard. Rough. Through gritted teeth.
I imagined Gracie’s face when I fucked her. Her head thrown back, her blonde hair spread out over my pillow. I thought about how it felt to slide my cock inside of her. How tight she was and I gripped myself tighter. I tried to be quiet as I jerked off with the image of Gracie Cook haunting me.
Then I came violently. I trembled as I emptied myself onto the cold, wet tile floor. I whispered Gracie’s name as I struggled to stay on my feet.
All the while my girlfriend slept in the next room.
“You’re not eating enough. It’s obvious I can’t trust you to take care of yourself, Gracie,” my mother scolded, separating the food on my plate into three distinct piles.