The Ultimate Chance-Chapter 140

He ran a hand down her face and kissed it gently. "You are drunk."

She nodded along. "Doesn’t that make it more fun?" She hooked her arm around his. "Don’t pretend you don’t want it. We both know how much you do."

He cleared his throat. It wouldn’t be anything new but when he thought about the fact that she was intoxicated, he still felt a little strange about it. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

She rolled her eyes in annoyance and pushed him down onto the bed, making him recline against the pillow with a chuckle. She crawled up between his legs and held onto his shoulders, kissing him deeply as she rubbed her core against him.

He groaned lightly from the impact. Despite the layers of clothes in between them, she was driving him crazy with her movements. She pulled back a few inches and took her tshirt off in one fell swoop. She contemplated throwing it away and changed her mind, holding it against his face instead. Seeing as it could go all the way around his head, she used it to blindfold him and clumsily tied it at the back of his head.

He held her waist and wanted to turn her over, only for her to peel his hands off her and kiss his cheek. "Don’t open your eyes." She instructed.

Heaven knew how badly he wanted to. He wanted to admire her beautiful body and touch it, and her hands exploring his body weren’t making it any easier.

He didn’t know what she was going to do next and it drove him crazy with need. She stopped touching him for a moment and when he felt the mattress sinking beside him, he guessed she had stepped aside to take off her shorts. He knew he was right when she tugged at his pants and pulled them down.

He was inside her mouth before he could process it and she let out a small moan around him. He felt for her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair, rocking his hips to match her rhythm. She licked his base all the way to his crown and looked up to his face. He liked this and she enjoyed giving him pleasure more than anything.

She was throbbing with need by the time she straddled him and lowered herself onto his manhood.

"Fuck..." She moaned, her insides clenching in the pleasure she had so badly longed to feel. He held onto her waist and thrust into her from under her as hard as he knew she wanted him to.

"I’m not going to last long." He warned.

"Me either." Her body jerked as her climax came moments before his, and she slumped onto him in bliss.

He finally peeled her t-shirt off him, which had slid off almost entirely, and turned her over. They lay facing each other with him still inside her; neither of them wanted him to leave her body yet.

"I want this to last forever." He stroked her skin gently. She hummed in response and when he checked on her, she was already falling asleep.

"I hate to wake you up but I can’t let you have a hungover tomorrow." He left the room and returned with a glass of water, which caused a huge fight before she finally took a few sips.

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The following morning, Avery woke up to an empty bed and the enticing aroma of waffles. She shuffled out of bed and made a beeline for the kitchen where, as expected, Damon was making breakfast.

"Something smells yummy." She wrapped her arms around him from behind and breathed into his back. "Is it you?"

"One way to find out. Do you want to have a bite?" He placed his hands over hers.

"I would, but the worst that could happen is us forgetting all about breakfast and remembering it exists when everything is way too crispy for anyone’s taste." She peeked past him at the pan where he was making fried eggs and pointed at it. "I love eggs."

"Then you are going to love this. Would you like some coffee?"

She nodded but made her way to the counter where the coffee was ready. "I’ll pour us some." She took two antique-style coffee cups and filled them with coffee, finally taking note of the interior decor.

"I didn’t notice it last night but this cottage is fabulous." She took a spin to appreciate the kitchen that was a perfect blend of modern and antique style.

"Last night you were too busy thinking of ways to get rid of the sponges on the walls to notice how they look." He laughed at her drunken antics.

"Sponges on the walls? What are you talking about?" She frowned, vaguely recalling what he was saying but at the same time, it felt like a blurry distant memory.

"Not just on the walls. You wanted to get rid of the ones on the floor too, because it was way too spongy." He laughed, then felt her forehead. "Does your head hurt?"

She shook her head, finally recalling being fed something that Damon claimed would prevent a hungover. "What did you feed me? It worked like a charm."

"Bribe me." He joked. She rolled her eyes but played along, tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips. "Is that enough?"

"Barely, but it will have to do. I made you drink water."

She wanted to beat the crap out of him. "You made me bribe you all because of water?"

"Are you trying to say you didn’t like it?" He grabbed her hands and held them together. "You couldn’t get your lips off mine all night."

"Can we not talk about last night? Thanks." She chuckled. Something told her she had done something embarassing and she was not ready to deal with whatever it was.

Her phone pinged and saved her from the discussion. She looked at the screen blankly for a few seconds. "Angel’s birthday? It’s not Angel’s birthday."

"Is that a reminder? Maybe it came early." He speculated.

She thought about it hard and finally remembered. "I wanted to make something for him this year! It’s a good thing I have you to help me out." She winked.

"Is it something complicated?" He asked. Not that he would not be willing to learn but Angel’s birthday was only a fortnight away. If it took too much time, they may not be able to give it to him in time.

"It’s not too complicated for both of us to do it."

Something about the way she said it made him doubt her. It was probably harder than she was making it sound or she would have spilled everything in one go. Her incomplete information made him question what exactly it could be, but none of his speculations would have ever prepared him for the real deal.

....

"Are you kidding me?" He stood over the box when he was finally brought to the store where she was buying it. The picture at the side of the box was that of a bugatti veyron but if it was anything nearly as big as it was being described, there was no way it would fit inside the box.

"My son deserves a grand entrance on his fifth birthday." She smacked him for exclaiming at the present.

"It’s not that. He does deserve the grandest entrance. It’s just...does this thing need assembling?"

"Why else do you think I need you?" She finally revealed her reason for bringing him along and buying the toy half a month earlier. "We have to set this up part by part, screw by screw."

"Challenge accepted." He rolled his sleeves. He suggested taking it back to the cottage so Angel wouldn’t see it earlier and she agreed with him.

So they rode the helicopter back to the cottage and opened the box as soon as they got to the living room.

They stood on opposite sides, trying to figure out where which part was meant to go, with Damon holding the manual and Avery taking the wheels out of their separate packaging. "At least it’s obvious where the wheels should go."

"That’s not the point. The point is, this thing is made in a way that you have to follow the assembling steps in a specific order. If you miss one, you may have to bring down the whole thing and start over when one part can’t fall into place."

"How hard can it be?" She thought he was exaggerating it. She crouched and placed the wheels down.

"Take the bottom part and I’ll take the top. It will fall into place, you will see." She instructed. There was no harm in trying so he sat down with his legs crossed and got into business.

Assembling it was easy even without the manual and before they knew it, they were done. She stretched her limbs. "That was fast and easy. What was that you were saying about a specific way of getting it together?" She bragged, and when she brought her hands down, she realized why he was giving her an odd stare. "Why do I have this huge piece in my hands?" She quickly peeked into the car to check what was missing, only for the entire car to come crashing down.

"Just great."

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AN

I don’t know if I said this before but just to make sure. I find it odd to say Angel is 4 years old when he is 4 years, eleven months old so I rounded it off at some point in the story, but his birthday was yet to arrive. This is to avoid confusion around the fact that it’s his fifth birthday.