Free A Chance of Fate by H. M. Cummings Page B

them. The bed rocked and rocked, the frame tap-tap-tapping against the wall.
    Terri flipped him to the side, Matt still deep inside, until he was on top, balls smacking skin with each thrust.
    Her nails dug i nto his back; his teeth clacked on her shoulders. She yelped as he lunged in and held it there a moment. Pushing until he could push no more. Painful. Beautiful. But not enough.
    “I love you,” she said, grabbing his hair and wrenching his head until their lips were against each other.
    “I love you more,” he replied between kisses.
    The rocking of the bed continued for another fifteen minutes before both were on their backs, sharing a smoke. Matt’s heart was pounding against his chest, damn near threatening escape, as the tip of his dick tingled from the explosive orgasm. He eyed the stain on the sheets, the dribbling cum making its way down Terri’s tan legs.
    “Holy fuck ,” said Terri. “You were always the best, Matt. If only Kevin could work his magic like you.”
    “Likewise, beautiful. Ashley likes it slow and couldn’t suck her way to the center of a lollipop if her life depended on it.”
    Terri giggled, kissed his cheek, and made for the bathroom. Time for a wipe and a piss. She winked when she saw Matt spying her ass.
    Matt, taking a drag off the cig, considered Terri for a moment. Fifteen years ago they were madly in love, focusing more on sex than their dwindling grades. High school sweethearts they were. And high school was where it had stayed; once it came time for college, Terri had accepted a scholarship two states away. Their relationship expired like a campfire: slow and dreadful.
    For years, they’d stayed in touch, but life just got in the way and writing letters or taking the time for a long-distance call was too much an inconvenience. The tragedy of youth, he’d always convince himself.
    Still, the two had shared so much together. Every once in a while, Matt would catch himself thinking about her, about the sex, the adventures shared. They were a pair lovebirds; their love, however, never separated, no matter how many miles apart they found themselves.
    He smiled, taking another puff. Facebook had brought them together again, had helped drive the final stake in the disaster Matt called marriage. He wondered if Terri shared in the sentiment. A chance of fate had brought them together again, and tonight would be the night Mathew Reynolds would find out if this was just another fling or something worth exploring further.
    The echo of the toilet flushing brought his glare to the bathroom door. Too many times, he recalled , had a bathroom in a hotel in the middle of nowhere birthed his true love. He sucked his teeth before taking the final drag and killing his smoke in the tray beside him. She deserved better than this; she deserved the world.
    And he was willing to give it her. If she wanted it.
    Matt’s stomach went tight as his love opened the door, jumped on the bed, and rested her chin on her hands.
    “I love you,” he said, doing his best to keep his voice from cracking. His eyes met with hers and the world seemed to fizzle away as if someone yanked the drain plug. The tightness in his stomach molded into a pit; his heart raced now more than ever.
    Terri smiled, and was it not the most beautiful smile?
    Matt thought so. Hell, he could feel his heart warming as each tense second passed.
    Terri reached to him, gliding her fingers down his stubbly cheek, down his left arm.
    “You,” she said, lowering her gaze, “mean the world to me.” She scratched at her side and reinforced her smile with a sniffle.
    Matt craned his head, noticing her eyelashes batting as a tear dropped down to the bed.
    “Do I,” inquired Matt.
    Terri nodded and sniffled once more.
    “What’s wrong?” Matt cupped the back of her head in his hand and twirled a few loose strands of her hair.
    Terri shook her head and exhaled a laugh. “This,” she gesticulated to the room, to them, “is just