His mouth was kissing my ear, sucking my lobe, and his tongue started to probe into the canal slightly along with a trail of warm breath that tickled me inside. This was superb. The feelings, the passion and total exuberance, the full on annihilation of anything resembling an unpleasant thought was screaming inside of me.
I was going to come soon and I couldn’t wait. I was teetering on the edge, ready to take that final leap to the countdown of my lustful resolution.
Chance grabbed my shoulders gently and propped me up so that I was now sitting upright and leaning forward, his hands gesturing me to go that way as he effectively bent me in half and continued to pile drive his hard, girth into my tight slit.
“I’m going to fill you up,” Chance said. “Baby, do you want that?”
“Yes,” I replied through gritted teeth.
I did. I wanted to be filled up with his delicious juice, his seed. And I knew that we would have a child one day. I doubted it would be now, though. That did not seem to be in the cosmic cards, therefore I didn’t see the need to try to prevent it and neither did he.
“I’m coming!” Chance roared a split second before he did just that. I felt the force of his climax deeply inside of myself and I held myself still, closing my eyes, and letting my body grab hold of every single drop of him that spewed into me with what could only be described as chaotic perfection.
A moment later, my own orgasm triggered over him. The floodwall broke free and an ocean of bliss filled my reservoir as it clutched tightly to his ever hard fleshy, member which was still pumping his own brand into me.
And then we relaxed to silent holding, sweet love, and an almost deafening silence of slowed breathing and much desired perspiration between us.
Before I knew it I had drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Twenty
Chance
I heard the screaming from the pits of a dark, deep sleep. I wasn’t sure where I was or what was going on, but the sounds of a woman’s screams pierced through the dark night. And as I rose up out of the abyss of sleep, the screams started to sound very familiar.
Jamie.
I leapt out of bed. My body was not remotely awake and the floor kept pulling at my legs forcing them into weird positions as I stumbled out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I worried I might fall and break my neck, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to Jamie and keeping her safe.
I stumbled off the last step and almost tripped to the floor, but my feet scrambled beneath me fast enough that they found a secure footing and the run was on. I bounded down the hallway into the kitchen where the scream had echoed from.
There I almost collided with Jamie as she ran out of the kitchen towards me. She was frightened for sure, but appeared to be physically unharmed.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked. My eyes were trying to adjust to the semi-darkness. The windows revealed that there was nothing strange outside. How long had I been asleep? What was going on? Why was my baby out here scared to death? What happened?
“I was getting a glass of water, and I swear I saw someone outside the window,” She replied.
“Really?”
I leapt to the window and glanced outside, but I saw nothing.
“They were there. I saw a flash of something and then when I looked out the window, there was a shadowy figure running away from the house. I think they are gone now.”
“Hey, it’s ok,” I said. “I’m going out to check. Just stay here, babe.”
“No,” she said quickly grabbing hold of me tightly. “Don’t go out there alone.”
“It’s ok,” I said. “Trust me.”
“They might be armed!”
I ignored the last comment and grabbed a flashlight before I walked outside to investigate. I knew this was a bit rash on my part and that I might be heading into something I was not prepared to deal with, but I was so angry that I didn’t think about anything else until later. How dare someone snoop around my house and scare my love, or even think about doing harm to her? I was livid.
When I got outside the house, I saw nothing, but my eyes continued to scan left and right for any sign. There was no one there. Was it possible that Jamie had imagined it? Maybe her imagination was being overactive or she saw some animal that kind of looked like a person in the dark. Coyotes came down out of the hills sometimes. It was not uncommon, plus there were loads of deer around.
But I didn’t think she had imagined it, not really. Jamie was very level-headed and not one to jump to conclusions. She did not scare easily. So, whatever had been here, was real and they were gone now.
The question that remained, was who it was and why they were there. I decided to go back inside and check the security cameras. That would give us some more insight. My uncle, being wealthy and also a fairly nervous man, had the craziest level of security in his home. No one was getting inside without the entire state of Indiana knowing about it.
“Wow, this is extreme,” Jamie said when we were back inside and I had led her to the basement control room where all of the security systems were monitored. The setup was fairly elaborate. It had wowed me the first few times I saw it; hell, sometimes it still did.
“Yeah, this is about the safest place in the country. So, trust me when I tell you that nobody is getting in here without us knowing about it.”
Jamie rested her hand on my shoulder as I pulled up the footage. I rewound it to the time period and watched the area where Jamie had seen someone moving around. Sure enough, there was a dark figure wearing what appeared to be a black ski mask, a hooded sweatshirt, black gloves, dark pants, and dark shoes. There was no way to get an I.D. on them. I couldn’t even tell if it was a man or a woman from the footage.
They crept up to the house, looked around a few moments, before deciding to peer into the window. And then that was when the light turned on and Jamie appeared. They saw her, heard her scream, and then they took off into the night. The camera did not pan out far enough to see where this person went, which meant they had parked a vehicle quite a distance away before approaching the property. What were they doing? What did they intend to do? Were they just preparing to do something later, surveying things? This was alarming.
I was going to contact the cops this time around. My uncle would have blown a total gasket if he ever found out about this, and being as paranoid as he was, he would. The footage would be copied onto his phone app, or stored in the cloud anyway. There was no way I could hide it from him, even if I’d wanted to.
And the media may or may not have gotten ahold of it. I didn’t care anymore. Jamie’s life might have been in danger that night, and of course my own. But as usual, she was always my primary concern.
I double checked the system to make sure it was secured once again and we went back to bed together. Once there, Jamie fell asleep soon. I stayed awake awhile longer, just a little bit on edge from what had happened.
Whoever this person was, they’d picked a fight with the wrong person. I would discover their identity.
No matter what.
When I awoke, I came into the kitchen to see Jamie finishing up some of her work. The air smelled like freshly brewed coffee. I loved that smell. Jamie had timed all of that just right. I also had some eggs cooling down on a plate.
“Wow, this is quite the way to wake up. Maybe I should get thrown in jail more often.”
Jamie kissed me and gave me a look. “No, I don’t think that is such a good idea,” she said. “But if they gave you a orange jumpsuit, then maybe that might be the look for you. Do you think you could ever get used to that?”
I smiled and rubbed my chin. “You know, maybe that might be something to look into.”
“So, how’s the article coming?” I asked sitting down with the cup of coffee.
She sighed. “Good. I think I have enough for a convincing article about the facts of what happened during the brawl, but I’m afraid that I’m only really getting that one side of it.”
“That
’s all you have. You can talk to the bartender and a few of the bouncers who witnessed the whole thing.”
“I called them, but they won’t talk to me either.”
“Wonder why?”
“Maybe they are sick of all the press, or they just don’t have time to waste on our little college paper.”
“That’s insulting,” I joked. “Their number one priority should be to the student paper. This is a college town. This is a neighborhood bar that is just off the campus. Most of their clientele is from school. I feel so cheated and insulted that I may not ever go to that bar again. I’ll get a revolution together from the rest of the student body and we will boycott the place in your honor.
“You are crazy,” Jamie said. “But I appreciate that you care so much.”
“I wonder if Lucinda will be at the game?” I asked.
Jamie looked up at me then. I could see in her eyes that I had hurt her by even bringing up the woman’s name. I’m not sure why I did it. I guess on some level, it was weighing on my mind. I tried to pretend that it wasn’t getting to me as much as it was, but Lucinda was pushing my buttons with her absence, and she was pushing my buttons by attacking me. This was becoming an issue, and it was getting to the point where the thing was starting to scare me. Maybe the conversation with Jacob had really gotten to me and made me think.
“She probably will be. She seems like she is trying to pull together a large group of people around her. Do you think she could become a cult leader?”
I laughed at the idea and Jamie joined me. “Wow, that might actually happen. I could really see her getting a cult together and staging some horrible movement. It is funny you say that, because the other day when I spoke to her, the girls she was with, it sounded like she was somehow controlling them, or they were stuck on her. That woman is getting spookier all the time.”
Jamie shrugged and continued to work on her article. I returned to my coffee and I checked a few things on my phone. As I finished my breakfast, my thoughts turned to the fear inside of my head. The events of the past few hours, ever since the fight, had churned up a bit of stress and fear within me. I was getting to the point where when stupid things in life happened they bothered me more than I pretended that they did. I could feel the maturity creeping up within me.
And I wasn’t totally sure that it was the way I wanted my life to turn out.
* * *
We won the game against Ohio State twenty to three. They only scored one field goal the whole game. I played well and our line did a great job of keeping their line at bay and giving me time to utilize the passing offense we were known for.
The coach had reamed us all out pretty good for the brawl at the bar. This was to be expected, but he saved most of it until after the game. Per the rules, we all should have been benched for one game, but that would have meant that most of our freshman team would have been playing the next game against Maryland. That was not what we wanted. The Maryland team was mostly veterans, mostly seniors, and they were crushing everyone they played. We didn’t need a bunch of rookies who had no idea what they were really doing representing us in such an important game.
So the coach put on landscape duty for the week working around the campus as punishment. It was backbreaking work, but it was keeping us in shape, out of trouble, and it was a good way to deter us from doing something this damn stupid again.
I didn’t mind it too much. Hell, I was used to doing this type of work. I’d helped out on several local farms when I was in high school to earn some extra money. I could have just asked my father for it, but I’ve always liked making my own way, at least when it comes to getting help from my father. I always thought he kind of respected me for this. I hoped so anyway.
The only distracting part about working outside was that so many of the student body liked to walk by and make fun of us. It was a way they dealt with the fact that we were all being punished for something that we shouldn’t have really been punished for. It made our team look bad and it made the school look bad. As stupid as it was, the other students often lived vicariously through us. I saw it as a total waste of time, but that was part of the reason that so many great opportunities were afforded those who could run fast with a football.
There were a lot of girls that were hanging around watching the football team work tediously out in the sun between classes and practices. That was a bit of a distraction to most, except for the likes of me. I was a man consumed by love.
But the other fellas ate it up with a smile and a spoon. They loved every second of it, as well they should have. Most of them were still single and always on the prowl. When there were so many women after them all the time, it was all but impossible for them to settle down and choose one.
Which is why I was not totally shocked, but I probably should have been when Ricky pulled me aside one day and asked me if he could chat with me for a minute. I thought he might have been about to apologize, since we had been getting along better lately than we did earlier in the season.
“Hey, man,” Ricky said. “What can you tell me about this girl, Lucinda? You used to go with her, right?”
“Lucinda?” I looked to my right then and saw her waving and smiling. What was she up to now? “Stay away from her. She’s crazy.”
Ricky laughed. “Yeah, she is a bit of a nut, but I kind of like that. Do you mind if I take a crack at her? You still don’t have a thing for her, or anything?”
I laughed. “No. I’ve got nothing but disdain for her. But seriously, man. She is dangerously psycho. If you knew half the shit she did to me…”
“I’ll take my chances,” Ricky said.
Then he went back to where he was working beside Orlando and Tony, a couple junior transfer players.
I watched as Lucinda smiled at Ricky and then glanced over at me with a cold and mischievous look. What was this woman thinking? What was she up to now? Did she have some plan in place to use Ricky against me? There had to be a reason he’d been somewhat cordial to me lately. The guy still hated me and had eyes on my spot.
I was growing increasingly paranoid, but I had every reason to be. I couldn’t help wondering if Ricky had joined Lucinda in her quest to destroy my career, or just destroy me completely.
Chapter Twenty-One
Jamie
I was on a roll. My Editor, Alicia, loved the last two stories I had done. She even praised me for getting such awesome insight and interviews from some key players for the last article, including the part about the brawl in the bar. That was the thing I was most proud of. I was certain that Alicia would tell me how one sided it was and that I had to dig deeper to get the full scoop. But she loved it. And she once again gave me the greenlight to cover the next game against Maryland. That was going to be huge.
I couldn’t wait to talk to Chance about it. I hadn’t seen him all day. He’d been busy with classes starting early that morning, and then conditioning, followed by practice, and last he had to endure the punishment doled out by the coach to the players for their fun the other night.
He’d texted me that they were just finishing up the landscaping duty and that after he showered he was going to run through some football drills by himself on the field. That sounded to me like something very enjoyable to watch. Chance was such a natural on the field. I wanted to watch him as often as possible, but I didn’t want to disturb him.
So, I went to the practice field and watched him in the now lowering sun setting off to the side, practicing some drills. Mostly he was concentrating on taking the snap, rolling back, finding an open guy (of course there was no one there) and throwing the ball quickly before being sacked by some three hundred pound lineman.
I crept up slowly and took a seat on the corner of the bottom bleacher. It was the practice field, so there were not nearly as many seats, but it had three tiers of old, wooden bleachers. They were not kept up very nicely, and I kind of felt like I had to worry just a bit about whether or not my one hundred and thirty-five pound frame might a
ctually fall through them or not. I had been on edge so much lately, that I was worried about almost everything. The anxiety had really been getting to me.
And it had all become so much worse since the other night at Chance’s house. I’d seen someone in the shadows outside. They were lurking, leering, and definitely up to no good. What did they want? What were they going to do to us?
And then when I saw the security footage, it was even worse. We could both see it clearly. This was real. It had actually happened. I was not crazy or imagining anything.
Chance had finally called the police. They came out and he told them everything that had happened. We showed them the security footage. And of course his uncle had called Chance about it and he had to explain everything to him. Luckily, he was having an awesome time in Europe and he wasn’t going to come back on account of this.
The cops said they would look into it, but what else could they say? There was no evidence that they could really do anything with, other than propose to have someone follow Chance around for a bit and make sure that nothing else happened to him, but Chance had waived that idea off. He was not going to be babysat. That was the way he put it. Sometimes Chance was too tough, too alpha for his own good. I’d tried to talk some sense into him, but he wasn’t having any of it.
Chance grabbed another football and repeated the drill several times before he finally started doing some wind sprints where he would stop and change directions quickly. He was so fast, so light on his feet. I loved to watch him. Normally, he would have had some other female admirers around him watching, but today it was eerily silent. I wondered if something had scared them off. We’d tried our best to keep our relationship secret, mostly because we didn’t want the headaches and the constant looks gushing our way all the time, but it was almost impossible to keep a secret like that forever. Hell, the person who had been spying on us definitely knew and they could have spread the news anonymously far and wide.
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