Free Chances Aren't by Luke Young Page A

soaked. She moans and spreads her legs further apart. I kiss the back of her neck, sucking at her skin as I slide one finger inside of her. Her body convulses with my touch.
    Reaching back, she grabs at my hair and groans as I slip my finger deeper inside her folds. I kiss her again and pump my finger carefully inside of her. She whimpers and turns to me and my finger slips out of her. Lifting her rear up on the counter, she spreads her legs. Our eyes meet for only a moment before she looks down, pushes my shorts below my erection and takes hold of it pulling me closer gripping me hard. I gasp— it's been so long since someone has touched me this way.
    I close my eyes as she guides me inside her. Pulling her hand away, she wraps her arms around my back as I press my hips to hers. Placing her head on my shoulder, she moans softly as I slowly thrust deeper. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me tight. I hold still a moment, enjoying the intensity of our connection.
    Scooping her up by her rear, I lift her off the counter and take half a step back before I begin thrusting my hips again. She wraps her arms around me tighter, lifting herself higher before plunging her hips down then back up again and again in a steady rhythm. The muscles in my legs and arms ache from supporting her, but no way will I stop. I hear soft sounds escaping from her lips and feel her warm breath on my neck as the heat between us builds.
    "Oh, God," I mutter as I move faster and faster, using my hands to push her hips further out from my body before pulling her hard against me. Suddenly my orgasm is upon me and I explode inside her, my mouth wide open as I let loose with a barely audible groan.
    I stumble back a step, dizzied from the combination of my overexertion and alcohol overindulgence. I steady myself and I'm still hard inside of her so I go back to work, thrusting and lifting her over me. Nina lets out a noise that almost sounds like a whimper.
    "Are you okay?" I ask.
    "Uh-huh," she replies.
    "Did you come?"
    Her body suddenly feels lifeless against mine as if she's only holding on to keep from falling. I stop moving my hips and wait for her reply.
    "No," she whispers.
    "Do you want to..." I stop mid-sentence when I hear the unmistakable sound of her fighting back tears. I feel her legs release their grip around me and I lift her off my erection and she places her feet on the floor.
    "Sorry." She turns from me then hurries down the hall, slipping into the powder room and closing the door.
    "Shit." Standing dejected, I close my eyes and run my hands over my face. I pull my shorts back up and look around the room in confusion as I consider my next move. After a moment, I move slowly down the hall. "Nina?" Standing outside the closed door, I lean in to listen. I hear soft sobs and sniffling and rest my head on the door. After a few seconds the sobs grow louder sobs and sighing I whisper to myself, "Fuck."
    I knock once. "Nina, are you okay?"
    "I think you should go," she says in-between sniffles.
    I'm crushed. My heart sinks and my pulse quickens as the realization of yet another stupid mistake washes over me. Cringing, I begin, "Hey, uh, do we need to talk ab—" I think better of this and only say, "I'm sorry," before heading to the front door.

Chapter 10

    I return home and use the key I grabbed off Nina's counter to get inside. Tip-toeing into the house, I discover Emily sleeping on the great room sofa and stand there for a moment watching her softly breathe in and out. My thoughts are swirling— part of me wants to wake her up and just hold her, beg her to reconsider, while the rest of me wants to run away and never look back. Considering what I just did with Nina, the rest of me wins out. Suddenly it hits me, or at least I'm willing to finally admit it. All these years I was just coasting through life on autopilot— groggily doing just enough to get by. No wonder Emily gave up on us, I gave up on me a long, long time ago. It may seem