Risky Chance

by Tabitha Marks

  "Oh, Keith, I am so ready, but…" she hesitated and a spike of worry shot through him. Was he moving too fast? She seemed to be right there with him, but maybe something was wrong.

  "What is it, Sara? You can tell me anything."

  "It's just … I want to make sure you forgive me. I'm really sorry for what I did and that I kept what was going on from you."

  "Of course I forgive you. We dealt with the issue and now it's done. And it won't ever happen again, right?"

  "No, it won't. I promise." She was so earnest and contrite he couldn't help, but grin. He'd made his point and knew she wouldn't repeat her mistakes.

  "Good. Now let's stop talking about that and put it behind us. We have much more important things to focus on now." His smile turned lascivious as he inspected the feast laid out before him. He didn't mind that they'd waited, taking things slow, but now that they were here, he couldn't wait to get his hands on her lovely body.

  Her hair was sexily mussed from all the flailing she'd done during the spanking, spread out on his pillows in a tangled golden halo. Perky breasts rose and fell with her quick breaths, drawing attention to her hard nipples. His gaze drifted lower, roaming over the expanse of pale flesh, the curve of her hips, the trimmed thatch of hair between her legs. He took it all in, savoring the moment before diving in.

  Then he did just that, bracing himself with an arm on either side of her body and dipping down to suck one rosy bud in his mouth. She gasped, but didn't pull away. He switched to the other one, circling the tip with his tongue before giving it a light nip. Again she gasped, but didn't protest the small bite of pain.

  He moved down, licking and nibbling on his way to her core. He needed a taste of her more than he'd ever needed anything in his life before.

  Finally, he reached his destination. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate his broad shoulders, giving him unfettered access to her sex, which glistened with proof of her arousal. He gave her a lick, tasting her and eliciting a deep moan from Sara. Both were so good he did it again. And again. He spread her wide so he could reach her clit, then focusing on that hard button until he had her writhing and gasping for air.

  Keith took his time teasing and tormenting her until he sensed she could take no more. As much as he wanted to make this moment last forever, he had to give her release before she pulled all the hair out of his head. He didn't think she even realized how hard she gripped his hair, but he certainly did, and he fucking loved it! He concentrated on making her come, and it only took seconds before her legs were trembling and his name was on her lips.

  "Keith," she breathed. "Please don't stop."

  He didn't bother answering, just kept doing what he was doing, driving her to new heights of pleasure.

  "Oh! Oh! Keith! " she wailed as her orgasm washed through her. Hearing her call his name when she came made his dick rock hard and he could barely focus enough to put on a condom before he was sliding into her warm, wet heat. She surrounded him perfectly and he never wanted to leave, but he also needed to move. Sara must have felt the same way because she shifted underneath him, digging her heels into his ass.

  "Keith, please do something," she pleaded. "I need you."

  "I need you too, Sara. More than you know. I just want to imprint this moment on my brain so I'll never forget how good you feel." He ran his thumbs over her eyebrows, tracing the delicate skin there. Her eyes were still glassy from her release just minutes ago, her cheeks flushed with arousal. He'd never seen anyone look sexier or more desirable. He wanted to hold her tight and never let go, but his own urges forced him to move his hips, retreating and thrusting into her gently. Despite the overwhelming desire he felt, he forced his body to take this slow. Instead of pounding into her and taking his own release he wanted to bring her back up to the peak so they could come together.

  Again and again he plunged into her, watching her face for signs of what she liked best. Eventually he couldn't hold back and picked up the tempo, until sweat dripped from his body onto hers and the headboard slammed into the wall with each thrust. Her sweet cries told him she didn't mind one bit and the tightening of her channel prompted him to release his own pent up passion.

  Keith reared back and took a firm hold on the still warm flesh of her ass, lifting her hips up so he could drive even deeper. Sara's fingers scrabbled against the comforter, desperate to hold onto something as he slammed into her body again and again.

  A high keening cry was his only warning that she was about to explode, followed by a warm gush from her pussy that soaked his balls. The knowledge that he'd made her come that hard pushed him over the edge and he let go with a shout, driving into her one last time before collapsing on top of her quivering body.

  They lay like that for long moments, each trying to catch their breath. He made sure not to rest his full weight on her, instead leaning heavily on his forearms. Their foreheads touched and he could feel her heavy breaths mingling with his own. Speech was impossible. There were no words to describe what had just happened between them. He'd never come so hard, or felt that connected, when making love to a woman before. And that's what they had just done. Made love. That, in and of itself, was a first for him.

  "Wow," Sara finally whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes. "That was incredible."

  "Yeah, it was," he agreed.

  "Although, I think I made a mess." A bright pink blush stained her cheeks and made her look impossibly cute.

  "I liked it," he assured her. "We can always wash the bedding. Every day if we need to." He gave her a wicked grin and slowly pulled out. He hated to break their connection, but they both needed to get cleaned up.

  Keith brought a warm washcloth back from the bathroom and found Sara in exactly the same position he left her. Flat on her back in the middle of his bed, legs splayed, looking content and very well loved. She didn't move even when he knelt between her thighs and gently cleaned the proof of their love off her pink folds.

  She had made a mess, but he hadn't lied when he said he liked it. The large wet spot was just more proof that they were perfect for each other.

  He tossed the cloth in his hamper and stretched out next to her. As soon as he was prone, she scooted closer, resting her head on his chest and an arm around his waist. This was another first for him, cuddling afterwards, but like everything else between them, it felt right.

  He pulled her closer, enjoying the way her naked skin felt against his own. They lay wrapped around each other in silence for a while, the scent of their lovemaking perfuming the air.

  "I love you, Sara." He felt the urge to tell her again, even though he'd just shown her with his body.

  She lifted her head up and peered down at him with a look that could only be described as pure joy shining from her gorgeous blue eyes. "I know," she replied confidently. "I love you, too." She was about to say something else then stopped herself, and he feared a 'but' was coming.

  He shouldn't have worried though, because when she spoke, she did it with a mischievous grin of her own. "So what do you want to do for the rest of the day?"

  Now that the seal had been broken, it seemed his sweet little Sara was actually a wanton woman in disguise. Just another thing to love about her.

  "I'd like to stay in bed all day with you," he said, running his hands down the smooth skin of her back. "But I have a feeling Carter won't be agreeable to that plan."

  "I know," she said, not losing her smile. Sara would never be jealous of the time his son took up, and a lot of women would. "But maybe we can spend more time in bed later?"

  "Definitely later," he agreed. "We also need to go to the hardware store and get new locks for your Grandma's house. Even if you're not there, we don't want people breaking in and stealing your things." He purposely didn't refer to it as her house. She was currently in her house. Lying in her bed. She might not be fully aware of that fact yet, but Keith would make sure it was the truth.

  "You're right. We should probably get moving then," she said, pulli
ng away to get up, but Keith wasn't quite ready to move.

  "We can wait a few more minutes." He urged her back down to his chest.

  No sooner had she rested her head than they heard the distinctive noise of a little body jumping up and down in his crib. "Or not."

  He felt her smile and let out a little giggle before giving the skin above his heart a quick kiss. "Time to get up." She rolled off the bed, but stopped and grimaced.

  "Do you want me to throw that in the wash?" she asked, referring to the comforter and still visible wet spot.

  Keith looked down and then back up at Sara. "I think we better wait until tomorrow, since I plan to make you do that again tonight."

  Chapter 11

  Keith looked ready to blow by the time they walked into Grandma's house. Ever since they turned onto her street, his lips had been a straight line of disapproval. Looking at the area with fresh eyes after what happened last night, she could understand.

  A group of unruly teenagers hung out in front of the corner convenience store, smoking and screwing around even though it was barely thirty degrees outside. Only one of every three houses they passed looked fit to live in. The rest had front porches that were falling apart, windows that needed to be repaired or just generally looked sad.

  Even Grandma's had obviously seen better days. The front walk hadn't been shoveled in days and the driveway was a sheet of ice. The house desperately needed a paint job and the garage door was partially open because Sara couldn't get it closed in her hurry to leave the night before.

  The contrast between where she lived and Keith's home was glaring, and Sara remembered why she'd never wanted him to come over. She was ashamed of what the place looked like, but in her defense, maintaining the house was the last on her list of priorities. Far behind taking care of Grandma, making sure she had food in the fridge and doing her schoolwork. There just wasn't enough hours in the day to do it all by herself.

  When he saw the state of the backdoor, he paused and took a deep breath. He didn't say a word, but she knew he wanted to. Luckily for her, they'd already dealt with her deceit this morning, though maybe now that he saw it for himself he'd feel differently.

  "You know, I really want to turn you over my knee again for not telling me what was going on here, Sara," he said, reading her mind.

  "I know. I'm sorry." She still couldn't explain why she hadn't told him, and looking at it from his perspective made it even worse. The only reason she could come up with was the one she gave him—she just wasn't used to having someone there she could rely on.

  After her parents died, it was only ever her and Grandma. Her aunt and uncle, Molly's parents, were too caught up in their own downward spiral to pay attention. When Grandma got sick, it was all on Sara and taking care of the day-to-day essentials was all she could handle. Painting a house was so far beyond her capabilities it wasn't even funny.

  "You don't have to keep apologizing," Keith said, shutting the useless door behind them. "You just have to make sure it doesn't happen again."

  She nodded, not wanting to start the discussion up again. Instead she headed upstairs to pack up some more of her things while Keith started replacing the locks. They'd dropped Carter off at Kevin and Angie's so they could work without interruptions. Sara had protested, thinking Carter would be a good distraction for her mind as she prepared to move out of the only home she'd known for almost twenty years, but now she was grateful for the reprieve.

  In just over an hour they were done, and Keith hauled the three additional bags she'd stuffed full out to the car. Eventually they'd have to come back and sort through the entire house, but she had enough for now. She knew she couldn't live there anymore, and even if Keith would have let her, she truly didn't want to. Selling it made sense, but she'd deal with that later. The last twenty-four hours had been life changing enough. Calling a realtor could wait.

  At least that's what she thought, but when they arrived back home he immediately called Derek and got the number for a realtor he used regularly. Then he made her call and set up an appointment for the woman to look at the house tomorrow. Tomorrow!

  Sara tried to protest that it was too much, but Keith wouldn't listen to her excuses. In his mind, the decision was already made, so why wait? He didn't say it, but she was sure he was worried that she'd procrastinate for weeks, or even change her mind. She assured him she wouldn't, that she just needed a few days to get used to the idea, but he wouldn't budge.

  Finally she pushed him too far with her arguing and he'd bent her over the couch, pulled down her leggings and panties, and delivered a few hard swats to her bare behind. She wanted to get mad, even yelled at him to stop a few times, but the truth was the sharp smacks shut her up and cleared her mind enough that when he calmly explained his reasons, again, she actually listened.

  Yes, she wanted to live with him and Carter. No, she didn't want to live in that house by herself anymore. No, it didn't make sense to let it sit empty and fall into worse repair. Yes, they should get it on the market as fast as they could, so she could get as much as she could for it. Yes, the money would help her pay for Grandma's care and for her school.

  The whole time they'd had this conversation, as Keith called it, she was bent over with her naked ass in the air. When she took too long to answer one of his questions he gave her another smack to prompt her to respond. Even though it was embarrassing as all get out, she knew he was only trying to make her see that his plan was what was best for her, and it worked quite well in the end. Plus it led to more sexy time in the bedroom.

  Of course not until after she'd talked to the realtor.

  All their arguing was ultimately a waste of time because the realtor advised that it would be better to wait until closer to spring to list the house, and they should use the time until then to clean it out and make some repairs. She recommended they call Derek for the name of a contractor he used regularly on his buildings.

  Sara was relieved they wouldn't be selling the house next week, and felt a bit foolish for acting like a child about the whole thing. She knew Keith was right and that it had to be taken care of, but just like when she was struggling to take care of Grandma at home by herself, she wanted to wait until the last possible second to make the decision. Now that she'd talked with the realtor, she could plan and prepare herself for letting go, instead of having to rush to do it all at once.

  The delay also gave her time to figure out how to tell Grandma. She decided she'd wait until the end of January at least, but Keith had other ideas. Again.

  He wanted her to break the news when they went to visit next week for the holiday. Sara thought it would be too much for Grandma since it would also be the first time she was meeting Keith and Carter, and since Keith didn't know her Grandma, she wanted to handle it her own way. Besides, it was Christmas! He couldn't force her to speak, and besides, it wasn't really his business how she dealt with her family's business. Right?

  Unfortunately, when next week rolled around, things didn't go quite how Sara planned. Waking up with Keith on Christmas morning was wonderful and being there for the first time Carter saw the tree buried in presents was an experience she'd never forget. The way his eyes lit up each time he ripped away the wrapping paper and discovered a new toy was magical. Unfortunately, their visit with Grandma turned out to be anything, but.

  Oh, Grandma was thrilled to meet Keith, and doted on Carter like he was her own great-grandchild. Which he actually was, though she knew nothing about Molly's pregnancy. Sara had kept that from her, not wanting to distress Grandma when she was doing so well. Even though she'd promised herself to tell Grandma right after Thanksgiving, Sara just couldn't bring herself to tell Grandma that Molly was an unwed mother who had to be begged to keep the pregnancy. Not when she'd finally adjusted to living in a new place without any family around, and her physical therapy was going so well.

  Keith began shooting her pointed looks to get on with it after Sara spent forty-five minutes going on and on about the pr
esents they'd exchanged, and her schoolwork, and all the cute things Carter did every day.

  Finally he must have had enough, because Keith took the bull by the horns and made a comment about Sara moving in with him last week. She shot him a glare that would have killed a small animal had it been in the line of fire, but, surprisingly, Grandma was thrilled to hear of their co-habitation.

  "That's a big relief to me, sweetie. I've been worried about you living in that house by yourself," Grandma said, throwing that nugget of information out nonchalantly, totally ruining Sara's argument that Grandma wouldn't approve of Keith and Sara living together. "It's too much to take care of on your own anyway. I've been meaning to talk to you about the house."

  Keith gave her a smug grin and took the opportunity to take Carter for a walk. He scooped up the squirming baby and left, closing the door behind him, leaving Sara and Grandma alone to talk.

  Sara sat back in her chair, stunned. Her grandmother hadn't been a total prude when Sara was growing up, but openly advocating her living with Keith was not the reaction she expected.

  "I thought you'd be upset," she said, taking a sip of her latte. Keith had stopped at a local bakery on the way and picked up homemade Danish and coffee to bring to sweeten Grandma up.

  "It's time you get settled, Sara. I know you've given up a lot to take care of me and I love you for it, but now you need to focus on your life." Grandma took a bite of pastry and looked at Sara slyly. "Do you love each other?"

  Sara felt heat rising in her cheeks, but forced herself to answer honestly. "Yes, I love him, and he loves me," she admitted. "He takes care of me."

  "Does he know about your habit of following your fool heart into trouble when you're only trying to help?" Grandma asked bluntly. Boy did she know Sara well. Of course, this was the woman who had raised her and dealt with the aftermath of all of Sara's poorly planned ideas.

  "Yes, he knows."

  Grandma peered at her, sharp eyes missing nothing. "And how did that go? Did he make sure you learned a lesson?"