Pt. 35: Trust Me

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"No, no, no. No more please. I...can't come again, Chance."

Chance was hovering over me, his sweaty, muscled body working me over. His mouth was fused to my neck and begging me to submit to him. "You can," he smirked against my skin. "And you will because I won't stop until you do."

When Chance began grinding his hips in a circle, stimulating my clit with his hard body, I arched into him. "I just can't," I whimpered. "No more."

I watched Chance reach up and grip the top of my headboard as the circular undulation of his hips provided the most perfect incitement. And even though my words told a different story, I was now on my way to my next high.

I opened my eyes and found Chance staring at me so intensely, his brow furrowed in the tightest focus. We had already made up...many times. After he went down on me, he fed me the meal he had worked so hard to make, eggplant parmesan. And when I say he fed it to me, I mean it. Every bite was more delicious than the next. I assumed that afterwards we would snuggle in for the evening with a movie, but no.

Chance was nowhere near done 'making it up to me.'

He pulled me into the shower after dinner and soaped me down before pounding me into the shower wall. Then when I tried to get dressed, he bent me over the side of my bed and took me from behind! I got an hour nap before this round started. And I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had.

I was extremely sated, but Chance was insisting he could make me come again. I reached up to cup his face and I wanted to tell him I'd had enough, but that wasn't working. Time to change tactics.

For some reason, Chance had been denying his own orgasm. He had gotten it in his head that taking care of me would smooth everything out between us, but we were way beyond that. Now my only hope was to make him come first. 

Challenge accepted.

I moved my fingers over his shoulders, reaching under his arms to run my hands down that broad back of his. I curled my legs around his hips, my calves pressing into the back of his thighs. My hands slid lower, grazing his back until I reached the muscled curves of his ass. When I dug into his flesh and squeezed, his thrusts stuttered and his eyes squeezed closed. "Fuck," he panted. I pulled him in closer, our bodies fitting together like a puzzle. I dipped my head into the crook of his neck so I could lick the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Chance's thrusts were going deeper, hitting that perfect spot that had me losing any rational thought. "Chance," I murmured into his ear, "I love the way you fuck me."

I smirked when he growled back at me and I could feel that expert control falling apart. He wanted to come. He needed the release as badly as he needed to breathe. "Fuck!" he roared as he lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at me. He was onto me. He knew what I was trying to do.

Abruptly, he changed position, reaching under my thighs and holding my lower half higher as he pounded into me from a kneeling stance. He made the mistake of looking down to where our bodies joined and saw his own cock as it pistoned in and out of me. A low grunt came from deep in his chest as he moved faster and deeper, locking my legs around his waist so he could free his hands up to touch me.

"You're gonna come for me again, Cami. I have to feel you coming around my cock one more time," he groaned, his voice came out in a sexy rasp.

One of his hands lowered to my clit, the other cupped my breast possessively. I cried out from the extra stimulation and found that he was right...I would come again. I couldn't resist the way I was being pleasured three different ways. And the look on his face was doing me in.

I gripped his forearms as the pressure built and suddenly I was lifting my hips to reach him faster. "Oh, yes," I cried.

"Come for me, baby. Let me hear how good it is," he demanded through clenched teeth.

He sped up his thrusts and drew me closer to my climax. And when he lowered his mouth to mine and sunk his teeth into my lower lip, I fell apart. He reared back to catch my reaction before submitting to his own incredible need.

He lifted my ankles to rest on his shoulders and I pressed my palms flat against the headboard behind me as he tore into me. His eyes never left mine as his thrusts began to falter and he suddenly stilled. I watched his abs jumping and felt the warmth of that pent up passion release inside of me. "Fuck!" he roared again as his body seized and his body slumped.

I was panting when he collapsed beside me, smiling at the way he gathered me into his arms before wobbling off to the bathroom to get something to clean us up. I could barely keep my eyes open, my body so spent from his endless attention.

Chance finally climbed into bed with me, stretching out beside me as I curled into his arms. "You were relentless!" I laughed as my nose burrowed into his damp neck.

His arms tightened around me and a feeling of contentment took over me. Chance was still panting a little as he pushed his hair away from his forehead. "We're just taking a little break, babe. Give me 20 minutes and I'll be ready to go again."

"Oh fuck that," I scoffed. "I'm done!"

"Never say never, babydoll," he murmured as he lowered his face and sought out my mouth.

With all of Chance's bedroom antics, we ended up falling asleep way earlier than normal, so I wasn't surprised when I woke up early and found Chance still sound asleep. I carefully untangled myself from his grasp and tiptoed over to my desk. I figured I could use the extra time to finish writing the chapter I had begun yesterday. 

"You're up early," Chance groaned as he stretched in my bed.

I glanced at the time on my computer and realized I had been writing for more than an hour. I closed out the program when Chance sidled up behind me and attacked my neck with kisses. "Already hard at work, I see," he smirked.

I spun around in my chair and nodded up at him. "Yep. Just finished my article and now I'll be ready to send it off for editing."

Chance pulled me up from my chair and wrapped me up in his arms. I took in the smell of skin, sighing at how much I loved it and how even with all that sweaty sex we had, he still smelled so delicious. I gasped when he lifted me into his arms and carried us to the shower. 

"I just had a shower last night!" I argued as he peeled my robe off and started the water.

Chance gave me one of his sexy smirks before announcing, "Then you can watch me."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look that said I wasn't falling for it. He pulled on my hand all I could do was sigh, because there was no telling this man no.

"So tell me about your article," Chance prodded as he scrubbed my back.

Nervousness swirled in my stomach as I considered what to say. Somehow I had managed to successfully sidestep this conversation for months now. Even when my co-workers were hinting around that I had used Chance as my story inspiration, he had never pressed me to tell him about it.

Chance spun me around to face him and lowered his head to search for my eyes. "I'm waiting," he prompted.

"It's stupid," I sighed, trying to move away from his intense gaze. "You wouldn't be interested. 

When I tried to slip away from him, he gathered me closer and scowled at me. "Is this a secret?  Can't I know what you're working on when you slip out of bed with me? Should I be worried?" His tone was teasing, but I felt the walls closing in. 

Sure, I had considered how he would feel if he knew he were the inspiration for my story, but I was in too deep to change it. And now I just had to find a way to tell him. Unfortunately the words were coming.

So I did the next best thing. I distracted him.

When I lowered myself in front Chance, he gripped my arms and tried to stop me, but one lick and he was gone.

"Dammit, Cami," he panted when I reached around to grip his ass, pulling him deeper into my mouth. He pounded the shower walls in an effort to hold back, but I gave him the big eyes and deep moans as I kept his shaft between my lips. "Fuck, I'm gonna…" he called out soon after.

I held him tightly to me, allowing him to empty in my throat for the first time. 

He didn't ask me about the article after that.

As I strode into the kitchen a half hour later, fully dressed and ready for work, I was surprised to find Chance pouring over something on his phone. He came up behind me as I popped two pieces of zero carb bread into the toaster and dug out the skillet to make my eggs.

"What the hell is this?"

I twirled around to find my magazine's website pulled up on his phone. He had found the title page to my story and the cover featuring the body of a muscled and tattooed personal trainer. My eyes darted from him to the photo as I searched for what to say.

"It's not what you think…"

"Bullshit, Cami! You're writing about me? About us? What the fuck!"

"I'm not," I insisted weakly.

Chance flipped his phone around to read the summary out loud. 

When 23 year old Casey goes looking for a personal trainer to help her lose the weight that has held her back for years, she finds more than she bargained for. Colby is up to the task when it comes to giving Casey the body she always dreamed of. But will he find his way into her heart too?

"I never told you that you could blast our personal life for your article!" Chance's hand ripped through his hair in frustration. He stalked away from me, leaning over the sink heavily. 

I approached him slowly. "It's not about us," I tried to convince him gently. When I placed my hands on his back, he flinched away from me.

"I just can't believe you'd air our personal business for everyone to read." He turned to face me, but when I saw the contempt in his eyes, I wished he hadn't. "Don't I mean anything to you? Was...was all this just research for your fucking article?"

"No!" I cried, backing him against the sink and gripping his hips. "I would never violate your privacy like that."

"Oh come on, Cami. Personal trainer and an overweight girl? That's not us? You're not writing our story here?" he demanded as he held up his phone. 

"No," I sighed, leaning into him and wishing he'd just hold me. I gripped his t-shirt and pulled him close. "If you don't believe me, read the story."

I backed away from him and swallowed back the tears. It was my fault. I hurt him by never being honest. It was stupid and now I had let it get to far.

I turned back to finish making my toast and I jumped when I heard the front door slam. All I could do was shake my head at how stupid I was. I had so many chances to tell him what I was writing and I never told him.

And now I wasn't sure he'd ever forgive me.

Once I collected my things and stomped down the stairs to the parking lot, I fully planned to call for an uber if I had any hope of making it to work on time. 

"Hey."

I raised my head to find Chance's idling his car in the parking lot. I leaned into the open passenger and cocked my head at him. "You lost?" I teased.

Chance shrugged, but his gaze didn't meet mine. "I may be mad at you, but I'll still drive you to work."

"Thanks," I replied softly when I climbed in beside him.

The drive to my work was quick and quiet. And I hated the way the tension seemed to fill the car and made the air between us so thick. When we neared the entrance to my office building, Chance pulled off along the curb a little further away. When I reached for the doorknob, he held me back.

His head hung down as he leaned forward, his eyes pinned to the space between us. "I've told you things about myself, Cami. Things I never told anyone ...ever. Please don't break my trust and make me regret opening up to you."

I leaned across the seat and pressed my cheek to his. "I would never do that to you. I could never hurt you like that," I whispered into his neck. "You mean too much to me and I could never break your trust."

Chance sighed deeply before leaning back to look into my eyes. "I hate being blindsided like this. I wish...I just wish you would have told me first."

My shoulders slumped under the weight of my guilt, but I was still able to raise my head and look him in the eye. "The day I came to the club, the day Greg first attacked me, I was researching my next article. I was trying to write a story about meeting guys in gyms. But then everything went to hell when Greg approached me in the hallway. And you were so amazing, how you defended me and stayed to teach me self-defense moves afterwards. I just...liked you so much and I got this idea."

"To write our story?" Chance prompted, his voice rasping with a tinge of anger still.

"No," I groaned. "The story I'm writing isn't real. Yeah maybe I started it in hopes that someday you would want me the way Colby wants Casey. But what's happening with us is so much better. And…" I paused to cup his cheek in my hands. "Our story isn't over. At least I hope it's not."

Chance pulled my hand from his face and held it in his palm. "I just wish I had known. You hiding things from makes it hard to trust. Can you understand that?"

I lowered my head in shame and nodded slowly. "I'm sorry I wasn't honest with you. I was afraid of what you'd think. But still...that's not an excuse to keep it from you."

"I should...get you to work," he sighed as he pulled back out onto the street and drove around the block until he was able to park in front of my building. 

I stole a glance at him before grabbing my things and heading off to work. The silence between us had returned and I didn't know how to fix it. I didn't want to leave his car and face the day knowing he was still upset with me. I took a deep breath and added, "I know nothing I say can fix this. I screwed up. But I never shared your secrets and I never betrayed you. I'm sorry I wasn't honest."

As I opened the door to step out onto the curb, Chance pulled me back once more and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. "Be good," he whispered into my ear.

I couldn't contain my smile as I returned his cheek kiss excitedly. He hadn't forgiven me, but at least his anger was subsiding. And I hoped it was just as difficult for him to stay mad at me as it was for me.

I was glad I finished my article before work because my concentration wasn't for shit today. Everything made me think of Chance and our fight. I had really screwed this up.

Meg was in my office, going over notes for my latest submission when suddenly she stopped mid-sentence.

"Where are you right now?" Meg asked when she couldn't get my attention.

I sighed and leaned back in my chair, hating that I had put myself in this position with Chance. "He found out," I finally replied.

Meg's brow furrowed as she tried to catch up to where my mind had been for the past half hour. "The article?" she eventually deducted. "Cami! You never told him?"

The look on her face said it all...I brought this on myself. "He started asking about it this morning and when I didn't answer, he looked it up online."

"And I take it he wasn't pleased with your story?"

I stood and shook my head, moving toward my vase of pretty pink roses and touching the petals gently. "He saw the cover and the summary and jumped to the worst conclusions." I turned to face her once more and shrugged. "Chance thinks I betrayed him. He's...told me his secrets, things he's never shared with anyone and he's afraid I've used them for my work."

"You didn't, did you?"

"No! I would never," I insisted on the verge of tears. "My story is fiction. I know the original idea was based on me working with him at the gym and...how I started developing feelings for him, but that's the only truth to the story."

Meg crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned back against the chair in my office. "I told you to tell him, hon. I didn't realize he still didn't know."

I returned to my desk, flopping into my spinning chair. "He was so mad, Meg. I tried to explain it, but I just don't know…"

"Will he sue us?"

My eyes grew wide in shock. "Lawsuit? He...there's no way he would do something so drastic."

"It's his right. You based your character off of his likeness. We didn't have his permission."

I just couldn't believe Chance would do that. Would he?

….

I left work early. Meg had insisted that I get all this straightened out with Chance and find out if he had any plans to block the publication from using my story. I told her this was crazy. We were a couple and this was just something we needed to work through. 

As I wandered through the apartment, I found myself outside Chance's partially closed bedroom door. The lights were off and there was soft music wafting out. I had a sudden nervousness about just bursting into his room right then, so I knocked softly on the door instead.

The music paused and the bedside lamp snapped on. "Come in," he replied.

I eased the door open slowly to find Chance in his favorite chair and his expression unreadable. He glanced at his bedside clock and furrowed his brow. "You're home early."

I swept across the room and lowered myself onto the edge of his bed. "Yeah… I was having a hard time concentrating, so Meg told me I could cut out early."

Chance leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "Same with me. Calvin said I should get my head on straight."

"Did you...did you tell him what I did?"

Chance nodded slowly. "Yeah, he thought I should take the time to read your story before I went off on you." He paused to push his hand through his hair. "I've been reading it, Cami."

I fidgeted with the hem on my skirt and shrugged. "And? What did you think?"

"I think...it's a good story.  But you're right, it's not our story."

"No. It's not. Our story is between us. And I wouldn't share that with anyone. Please trust that."

Chance placed his phone on the nightstand and moved to sit beside me on the bed. "I shouldn't have gotten so angry with you. I didn't let you explain it."

Hesitantly, I leaned my head on his shoulder and whispered, "It wouldn't have even become a fight if I hadn't kept it from you. I'm so sorry."

Chance nodded and eventually wrapped his arm around me. "Your story is good, baby. It seems like you have a few fans too."

I scoffed as I wound my arms around his waist and tucked myself deeper into his side. "They're just sucked into the romance of it. They can't wait for these two to finally make love."

"And will they?" Chance murmured as he pulled me back to lie beside him on the bed.

"Well...I actually woke up early to finish the next part. And in it, they finally do."

Chance hummed as he moved over me, settling between my thighs as he pushed my skirt up. "So I take it that Colby knows what he's doing in bed?"

"Ummm…" I hesitated when his lips dropped to brush across my stomach. "He can

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