Pt. 15: Trust Me

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The rest of the trip was uneventful. I argued with Chance about letting me take a turn driving, but he insisted he was fine to finish it himself. I had suspected he wanted to avoid talking more by offering me his hoodie and suggesting I get some rest. I was tired, so I didn't put up much of a fight. I balled up his sweatshirt, made a pillow out of it and curled up next to Chance on the front seat. I felt him stiffen up when I curled my hand around his thigh.

But it wasn't like I meant to touch his dick. Oops.

"Sorry," I whispered, scooting closer to him and relaxing when he began playing with my hair. The gentle rocking of his car as it traveled along the highway quickly lulled me to sleep.

I felt Chance's fingers on my shoulder, gently shaking me. "We're here, baby."

We trudged into the hotel lobby, carrying our bags and stretching after the long trip. It wasn't too late yet, shortly before 8pm and I was ready for some real food.

Cheetos are not dinner.

We ambled up to the front desk, dropping our bags at our feet as Chance began the check-in process. I rested my elbows on the chest-high counter and glanced around at the posh surroundings. This was definitely the nicest hotel I had ever stayed in.

"I'll need to see your ID, Mr. Connor," the young red-headed clerk grinned widely. I couldn't help but notice the way her eyes kept drifting back to Chance and his tattoos. This was nothing new. Didn't mean I had to like it.

Chance handed it over, along with a credit card to keep on file. Suddenly, I felt him step behind me, pressing his body close to mine. He placed his hands on the counter and then let them drift down to grip my waist. I tipped my head to the side when I felt his nose in my hair.

"Damn, you smell good."

I laughed and leaned back against him, loving the way our bodies moulded so perfectly together. "I probably smell like gummi worms and Combos."

Chance laughed too and I could feel it rumbling through his chest and vibrating into me. "Like I said...you smell good."

I withheld a giggle when Chance pressed his face to the nape of my neck and kissed me softly. "It tickles," I whispered, wriggling in his arms, but it only made him hold me tighter. Oh darn.

I cocked my head to the side when Chance trailed his lips up the side of my neck. His hands slipped under my tee, his palm flattening against my no-so-flat stomach. My stomach muscles tensed as I tried to suck in my gut. "Stop that," he laughed, nuzzling his nose deeper into the crook of my neck.

I squirmed as he lightly tickled me, gently shoving his hands away even though I never wanted him to let me go. When I glanced up at the flirty desk clerk, I didn't miss her judgmental look. And she was disappointed too.

When I felt his pinkie dip behind the button on my jean shorts, I wondered if we were already falling into our roles as pretend boyfriend and girlfriend. I mean, that is why he brought me...right?

"I can't wait to get you upstairs," Chance murmured into my ear before reaching for the paperwork from the desk clerk. I slipped away from him as she handed back his cards. "Thank you," he told her as she also gave him two key cards for our room.

I gathered up my dress bag, work bag and purse while Chance pulled along our luggage. "Wait up," he called to me as I reached the elevator first. "You in a big hurry?" he teased as the door opened and we ambled inside.

I shrugged and kept my eyes on the numbers ticking off above our heads. He leaned over to brush his lips across my cheek, but I turned away.

"What's wrong?" Chance sighed, angling his body in front of me so I was forced to look into his eyes.

"Nothing," I lied.

Chance furrowed his brow, leaning in closer. He knew when I was lying. Somehow he always knew. "Bullshit. What did I do now?"

I rolled my eyes when the elevator dinged. "This is our floor. Let's go."

I reached around to hold the door open, but he pressed me back against the wall. "I don't really give a shit, Cami. We can ride this thing all night until you tell me what's wrong."

The door started to close, so I gave in. "Fine! You don't have to pretend right now. No one can see us."

Chance shook his head and pushed the button to open the elevator door once more. "Let's go," he growled.

I rushed to keep up with Chance as he stomped down the hall. He used the key card and shoved the door open, but I hesitated to step inside. "Cami," he called gently from inside the room as I stood in the threshold. As soon as I stepped through, he pressed me against the back of the now closed door. "Now tell me again how I'm pretending."

I blinked up at him, struggling for something to say. "I don't care if we're alone or there's a hundred people watching us, Cami. I ain't pretending shit."

He stood over me, hands pressed to the door and leaning close, but not close enough. His baby blues were blazing in anger. "Are you pretending with me?" he demanded, while his chest heaved.

"No, but..." was all I got out before Chance spun me around and pressed my hands to the back of the door. The way he leaned into me had me remembering that day he had me facing his mirror.

Chance lifted his fingers to my hardened nipples and brushed over them gently. "Is this pretend?"

I blew out a sharp breath as his fingers teased me, barely touching but feeling so damn good. My eyes rolled back when he skimmed his hands down my sides and gripped my hips roughly. When he pressed into my backside, he growled into my ear, "As you can feel, I'm not pretending either." He was rock hard and ready.

My heart sank when I realized how badly I was screwing this up. Chance had poured his heart out to me and all I could do was doubt him. I turned to face him when I felt him pull his body from mine. "I'm so sorry. I just thought that..."

"That's your whole problem, Cami. You think too much! You need to feel more."

"I'm trying," I sighed as I peered up at him.

"Oh yeah?" he challenged. "So that's why you tense up when I touch you?"

"I don't..." I argued weakly, gasping when he slid his hand under my shirt and touched my stomach.

"Yeah right," he grumbled, stepping away and grabbing his shower stuff from his luggage. "I'm getting a shower," he huffed, sounding completely frustrated with me.

....

I had just finished putting all my things away when Chance returned from his shower. He had his lower half wrapped in a towel and he approached me as I stood in front of the dresser. "Sara texted me." Oh great. "She wants me to come meet her in the hotel lounge for some networking bullshit. There's a guy wanting me to demo his new equipment tomorrow and she's hoping he'll cut us a deal if she decides to buy it. But he wants to meet me first."

I shrugged. "Okay? Go have fun."

Chance snaked his hand around my waist, pressing it to the small of my back and pulling me closer. "I know I asked you to come here and be my pretend girlfriend for the weekend, but a lot has happened since then." He paused and blew out a deep breath through his nose. "I mean damn, Cami, I thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"I only said that because I needed a reason to get closer to you."

"But you're always pulling back when we get too close. I just...never know what to think," I admitted as my hands slid up his chest.

Chance glanced away and nodded slowly. "You're right. But that was before."

"Before?"

"Before I told you my secrets and you didn't run. Now I wanna trust you, like you trusted me. It's gonna be hard work...but I wanna try." His blue eyes sparkled when he grinned down at me. "Do you...wanna try with me?"

"I do," I admitted. "And I promise to work on thinking less," I laughed.

"And feeling more?" he murmured softly as he lowered his forehead to press against mine.

"Yes." I curled my arms around his back and pulled his body close to mine. We just stood there holding each other and nothing felt more right.

....

"Cami, let's go!" Chance called from the other side of the bathroom door.

"Just go without me!"

"It's not happening!"

I cracked the door open to find Chance with his arms crossed over his chest. He had on dark jeans with no rips, a pale blue button up with the sleeves rolled and a paisley vest on top. He looked sexy with his hair slicked back and his top three buttons undone. "You ready?"

"I'll be down in five. Go ahead."

"Are you lying?" he smirked. "Is this a trick so you can hide out in the room all night?"

"No," I laughed as I twisted my hair up and used a claw clip to hold it in place. "I just haven't decided what to wear."

"Oh that's easy," Chance grinned. "The black one."

He reached for the little black dress I had hanging from the towel bar and then ran his eyes over the bra and panty set I had on. "I really hate to cover this up...but I can't let anyone see what's mine." His eyebrows wagged excitedly as he leaned down to kiss me.

"You're such a dork," I giggled when he pulled away. "Now go and let me finish."

Ten minutes later we were tumbling out into the hallway, laughing hard about absolutely nothing. When we reached the elevators, I noticed my reflection in the shiny metal doors and I couldn't help but tug at the hem of my too short dress. It hit me mid-thigh, but when you're overweight you tend to cover as much as possible. But you're not overweight anymore, I reminded myself, still checking myself out in my reflection and growing more worried by the moment.

"Just stop," Chance murmured against my temple as he hooked his arm around my neck.

"Stop what?" I glanced up at him with wide eyes.

"Fidgeting, worrying, fussing over your appearance."

I turned away just as the elevator doors opened and gasped as Chance tugged me inside. He pressed the lobby floor button as we stepped in. "You look fucking hot," he groaned, grabbing both sides of my neck as his thumbs dragged up and down my jaw.

I gaped up at him, in awe of the way he stared at me and how his bluntness still seemed to shock me after all this time knowing him. He would blurt whatever was on his mind and right now, I guess I was it.

I shook my head slowly as I failed to contain my smile. "You're the sexy one," I insisted. "This vest looks so cute on you."

Chance rolled his eyes and groaned playfully. "Cute? Really? Why can't I be rugged or handsome?" he whined.

The elevator dinged and I grinned widely. "Oh you are." I trailed one finger down the front of his chest, landing on the bulge just below the bottom of his zipper. "But this...is cute."

"No!" he cried out as I spun around and left him alone in the elevator, still reaching for me. "Come back!"

I glanced back and started to laugh at his pained expression. "Come on!" I ordered, motioning for him to join me.

Chance slipped through the doors just as they started to close again. He jogged to catch up to me, hooking his arm around my neck in a deliciously possessive way that I adored. Right as we neared the entryway to the hotel bar, Chance gripped my face with both hands and held my gaze for a moment before lowering his mouth to mine and kissing me so intensely.

"Damn," I sighed when he released my lower lip from his teeth.

He chuckled at my reaction and dragged me inside before I could convince him to run back upstairs with me. Chance glanced around when we stepped inside. It looked like a small nightclub with the low lights and splashes of neon on the walls. Chance pulled me in front of him, his bigger body curling around mine from behind as we worked our way between all the bodies.

When we finally reached the crowded bar, Chance helped me into a very high-backed barstool. He leaned over the bar resting on one elbow, the other arm going over the back of my seat with his fingers gently grazing my arm. He had me caged in, feeling secure and leaning into his chest.

Chance grabbed the attention of the bartender by waving his credit card around. The man was busy but stopped to take our order. "He's busy," I laughed, smoothing my palm down the side of his tanned face when he scowled at the poor guy.

Chance narrowed his eyes at me, circling his other arm around me until I had been captured inside a perfect bubble. He tilted his head and glanced down at my bare legs, crossed at the ankle. "Fuck, I really like that dress," he breathed, his lips brushing my earlobe. "Remind me again why we came down here when we've got that big bed to ourselves upstairs."

My whole body warmed at the thought of being alone with him later. I shuddered when his hand dropped to my thigh and his fingers tip-toed up to the hem, lifting it slightly and dragging his fingers over my bare skin.

"Chance!" a shrill voice called from across the room.

"Fuck," Chance growled through clenched teeth as he nuzzled further into my neck.

I eased away from him, but he only held me tighter. "I'll be back," he promised with a kiss to my lips. He pulled away, staring into my eyes and licking his lips like I was the best thing he ever tasted. "Damn," he smirked.

I watched him snake through the crowd, stopping at the end of the bar before getting pulled into a hug from Sara. Ugh. How professional. The bartender finally reappeared as a man stepped up next to me. I handed over Chance's credit card, noticing how the bartender's gaze drifted to my chest as I spoke to him. He wagged his eyebrows as he stepped away and I rolled my eyes. My dress was cut low in the front but I was also leaning forward so he could hear me and giving him an unintentional show. I adjusted the girls and looked up to find the man next to me smiling.

"You can't blame the guy for staring," he sighed before popping a handful of peanuts in his mouth. "Hell, I'd be showing them off too. I can just imagine all the things I could get away with a rack as nice as yours."

"What?"

"I would use those to get out of speeding tickets," he explained. "Or any other trouble I got into."

I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "That's not really how it works, you know? You gotta have the face and body to complete the package. People don't just hand over their car keys and wallet for a nice set of tits."

The stranger nearly choked, obviously surprised at my language. "Is that so?" he challenged, glancing down at the credit card in my hand, the bartender just having returned it.

I laughed nervously. "This is my boyfriend's," I explained. It felt nice to call Chance that, even if it wasn't the truth...yet.

The bartender winked at me and told me, "Let me know if you need anything else, honey."

"Can you take this drink down to the man in the vest at the end of the bar?" I asked, trying my best to avoid Sara and her dirty looks. "And a drink for this man?" I motioned to my neighbor and he nodded at me.

"I'm Jesse," the stranger smiled and offered his hand, after he finally got his drink.

"Cami," I smiled back as I took his hand in mine. He scooted one seat closer to me as we began to get to know each other.

"So I take it you're not one of these gym rats?" Jesse wondered, rubbing his beard as he looked me over.

I laughed. "I look that out of shape?"

"No way," he corrected, his brow furrowing. "You look great...but out of place too."

I nodded and glanced down the bar to see Sara with her hand draped over Chance's shoulder. "I guess you could say that," I conceded before bringing my attention back to Jesse.

"You came with your boyfriend? Assuming it would be a fun getaway?" he mused.

I shrugged and sighed. "Big mistake?"

He shifted around to face the crowd and zeroed in on someone dancing. "I've been going to these for the past two years. I don't attend the panels. Too boring. They have some good shopping here if you wanna check it out."

"Maybe?" I finished off my drink and gazed out over the sea of people. "So if you're not a gym rat, then why are you here?"

He turned to smile at me, "Same as you. Free getaway. Change of scenery. I'm a tag along like you are."

"Oh? Who are you here with?"

Jesse leaned closer, wrapping an arm around my shoulder as he pointed to the center of the dance floor. "Do you see the tall, bald, buff guy with the plaid shirt on?" I nodded. "That's my Coy. We've been married for almost four months."

Just then, Coy caught us staring so we both waved. "He loves to dance. I'm more of a wallflower."

After two more drinks and some more easy conversation with Jesse, I'd forgotten all about Sara, but I couldn't help notice the way Jesse's eyes roamed the dance floor, searching for Coy, no doubt.

"Is he out?" I blurted when I saw that he was also dancing with a woman.

Jesse scowled a bit and then shook his head. "He is...but not at work. Somehow he thinks being gay doesn't work with his whole bodybuilder slash personal trainer vibe. I've tried to get him to open up, you know... assure him that people don't care."

Jesse turned to face the bar, placing his glass down and motioning for another. I reached over and placed my hand on top of his, not really knowing what to say. It was obvious that it bothered him.

"Do you mind?" I heard Chance's voice over my shoulder as his fingers skimmed down my back.

I wasn't sure if Chance was mad at Jesse or me, but I was about to find out. "Chance, this is Jesse. We were just getting acquainted."

Jesse nodded quickly and stepped back, taking his drink with him. "Call me tomorrow," he added before weaving through the crowd to make his way over to Coy.

"Having fun?" he hummed into my ear. I could hear the edge in his voice. I had seen him watching me and the dirty glances hadn't gone unnoticed either. He was angry.

"I'm just passing the time while you network," I reasoned, swiveling around in my chair so I could face him.

I watched his face as he reached around to grip the back of my seat, caging me in once again. "You think I brought you here to meet other guys?"

"I'm making friends," I retorted defensively. "I don't know anyone here and Jesse is nice."

Chance scoffed. "Most guys are when they want some ass. And you're not calling him."

I shoved him back and shook my head. "You're acting like a jealous dick."

He leaned back, shock clearly written on his face at my sudden outburst. I slid down from the barstool and pushed past him. "Where are you going?" he called out as I hurried out onto the dancefloor.

I worked my way to the middle of the floor, feeling the pulsing music in my chest and the heat rise in my cheeks. I felt hands on my hips and breath on my neck. "Wanna dance?"

"I would, but my boyfriend is a jealous dick and probably wouldn't like it very much."

Chance chuckled and let his head drop to my shoulder. "Let's give him a show."

I gasped when he gripped me tightly, pulling my hips back to meet his. When he started grinding against me, I arched my back and wiggled my ass into

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