Take a Chance on Me (7 page)

Rachel reached between her legs to rub her clit
to help her along but suddenly stopped. She wouldn’t need to do that tonight,
as she sensed she was edging close to an orgasm already. She pushed her head
upwards, looking up at the ceiling and the mirror overhead. She pulled at the
bed covers until they slid toward her, and then wiggled her toes as warmth
invaded her pussy and womb.

Was it really the gel or Mitchell? If it was the
latter her mother was onto something that could turn her into a millionaire.
However, deep in her heart she sensed Mitchell wasn’t like any other guy.

Rachel didn’t have time to prepare for what came
next. She screamed out and the only thing keeping her from going face down on
the bed to whimper and scream was Mitchell’s firm grip on her hips and ass.

His thighs smashed into hers and then he went
still, filling her with comforting warmth in her pussy. If only they could stay
like this: the two of them with their scars, hugging, keeping one another safe
from the outside world.

They fell on the bed together.

“This is turning into one of the best nights of my life,” said
Mitchell.

***

“That is not a word,” said Rachel. She slapped
Mitchell’s hand away from the Scrabble board.

“It’s a term used only by folks in the
Army––that’s why you’ve never heard of it.” He leaned back against the
headboard on the bed and took a bite out of the pizza. He grinned at her. Was
she buying it?
Probably not.
She hadn’t fallen for the
last word he’d made up either,
respinition
.
He
usually didn’t resort to this sort of trickery, but cheating was his only
chance of staying in the game. Rachel was a Scrabble genius. The only person
he’d known who also played at this sort of level had been his late mother.
Rachel sort of reminded him of her in other ways too, like the way she said
certain words, her smile and yes, her obvious caring nature.

“I should have brought a dictionary along with
me,” she finally said, leaning up against him and finishing off the last slice
of pizza.

“I can get online and access one. I’ll prove to
you that
lexihexion
is also a real word, too.”

Mitchell reached over for his cell phone on the
nightstand and logged onto the Internet. Rachel rested her chin on his arm, all
the while not taking her eyes off the screen.
 

“Found it yet?” she asked.

He’d heard a slight giggle and yes, a tinge of
sarcasm in that question. He loved teasing her like this.

“Oh, it’s here all right.” He fingered down the
screen, reaching the
lex
index on the dictionary site, knowing full well he’d never find it––but she was
so much fun to kid around with.

She playfully slapped his arm.

“See, you can’t find it,” she said.

“I’m betting it’s in a print dictionary.”

They both burst out laughing. He hadn’t done
that in ages and it felt good for both his body and soul.

“Okay, Rachel is declared the winner of two
rounds of Scrabble.”

“
Yay
,” she said,
pumping the air with her fist.

“So, was that your first time?” asked Mitchell.

“What, playing Scrabble?”

“Playing Scrabble in the
nude?”

She nodded. “And now I know how much fun it is,
I’ll have to try it again.”

“Your next opponent might not be such an easy
push-over as me.”

“And probably not so sexy.”

They kissed, but Mitchell felt a pang of sorrow
shoot through him. Would she want to see him again? After all, she hadn’t been
the one to sign up with Perfect Partners, her mother had. Maybe she wasn’t
looking for anything permanent, and he didn’t want to ruin their evening by
asking her.

“Hey, you look sad all of a sudden,” she said.

Was it that
obvious? Did my sorrow show up on my face?

“Just thinking.”

She ran her finger down the middle of his chest
and belly. His cock twitched at her slightest touch.

“You want to get under the covers and watch a
movie?” he asked.

Without answering, she snuggled down beside him,
resting her head on his chest as he pressed a button by the bed. The big screen
TV rose up out of the box at the foot of the bed.

“I could get used to this lifestyle, couldn’t
you?” asked Rachel.

“I sure could.”

And used
to having you by my side, too.

***

Rachel squinted as the sunlight spilled over her
face. They hadn’t pulled the drapes in the room because after they’d made love
again they’d fallen asleep watching a spectacular thunderstorm, courtesy of
Mother Nature.

Mitchell was still asleep. Rachel glanced over
at the clock near the
minibar
: 7:46 a.m.

They had to be out of the suite by noon. It
saddened her to think in a few hours they’d part company. It had been so much
fun, and not just the sex. Mitchell was a nice guy.
A man who
understood what it was like to be reluctant to date or get involved with
someone when you bore scars from the past.
Not just the physical kind,
but mental too. Would he want to see her again? After all, he’d been forced
into their meeting just like she had.

“Good morning.”

His voice startled her.

“Morning.
Looks like it’s going to be a beautiful day.”

He yawned and looked outside. “Sure does.”

“You want to order breakfast in the suite, or
you prefer to go to the restaurant?”

He rolled over and stroked her face. “How about
in the room…and we can make love again before we have to leave here.”

“Sounds like heaven.”

He took her by surprise and pulled her on top of
him this time. She leaned in and they rubbed noses. She slid farther up his
body, feeling his cock poke her in the belly.

“You always get this hard so quickly?” she
asked.

“Nope, I think you have something to do with
it.”

He took her face between his palms and they
kissed again.

Rachel moved down to his neck, running her
tongue over his Adam’s apple and then onto his chest, circling each nipple with
her tongue. He tasted good, smelled wonderful, and oh my, he was so
irresistible. She flicked his navel with the very tip of her tongue.

“Hey, that tickles.”

“It’s supposed to…and I didn’t think guys were
ticklish.”

“Well, this one is.”

He leaned back against the pillow as she slid
down some more and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She licked a bead
of pre-cum and then ran her tongue down its entire shaft.

“Rachel, not that I don’t love this, but you
drive me so crazy I won’t last and I want to be inside you when I see
fireworks.”

He reached for a condom, and this time she took
it from him and sheathed him. Rachel also took another initiative, hoping he
didn’t mind. She raised herself up, took his cock in her right hand and then
glided him inside her before slowly lowering herself down until she was perched
on his thighs.

“Let me know if your leg hurts,” she said.

“Oh, I will but I’ve got a feeling another part
of my body will be feeling so good I won’t notice any pain. Give me a kiss.”

Rachel leaned over and ran her tongue along his
lower lip before they kissed. Mitchell palmed her breasts, gently stroking them
before pulling on her nipples. She leaned back, rocking her hips as he slid his
hands down her belly. He reached for her hands and they held onto one another
as she picked up speed. Soon she was riding him, feeling slightly lightheaded
as heat moved through her legs, into her crotch, and then deep inside her
pussy.

She threw her head back as she rode him and
moaned. Rachel couldn’t remember a man who had made her feel quite like this,
physically and emotionally. If she could just freeze this very moment in time
she’d give anything.

Her climax had been building while she’d been
daydreaming. She gripped Mitchell’s hands some more, curled her toes and almost
went cross-eyed when her orgasm washed over her. She wanted to flop onto him,
be comforted by Mitchell, and yes, snuggle too but he was breathing heavily now
and she guessed he was on the brink of seeing those fireworks. Rachel felt him
grip her hands with more force and then he murmured something. He went still,
apart from his chest rising up and down. She was sure she could even hear his
heart pounding.

“You see those fireworks?” she asked him.

“Better than the Fourth of
July.”

She slid up his body and then eased herself down
beside him under the covers, where they snuggled together.

“I don’t know how you feel about this, but what
do you think about us seeing one another again?” asked Mitchell.

It was Rachel’s heart beating faster this time.
She wondered if he felt it and realized just what his suggestion had done to
her body.

“I’d really like that.”

“Great, then after I’ve had my operation how
about we go to a movie and have some dinner, somewhere nice?”

“Mitchell.”

“Yes?”

“Do you have anyone to be with you when you have
your skin graft next week?”

“Yes, my brother Ryan.
Why?”

 
“I was
just wondering. I mean, I work two blocks from the hospital and thought I could
drop by and see you. I’ve been through three skin grafts myself, so I know what
it’s
like.”

He kissed her. “Nothing I’d like more.”

Nadine’s Department of Love

Sadie strode into Nadine’s office, confident
that she’d be pleased with the success of her first assignment. She sat down
with the folder containing the photos of Rachel Moore and Mitchell
Farraday
, her first successful pairing.

“So, what do you have to tell me on this first
report?” asked Nadine.

Sadie pushed the folder across the table to her.

Nadine hummed the theme from the movie
Love Story
as she read through the files
and looked at the photo of the couple.

“Wait a minute…you’ve opened a matchmaking
service…Perfect Pairing?”

Sadie nodded.

“I specifically said you were not to use
witching skills.”

“I haven’t used any. I’m like a mortal
entrepreneur. And if you look at the figures, you’ll see Perfect Pairing now
has 1200 people signed up for my services.”

Nadine put on her other glasses and flipped
through the pages at the back of the folder.

“I’m making the Witches’ Association a tidy
fortune,” said Sadie.

“And this first couple…are you sure you didn’t
use any hocus-pocus on them?”

“Just a little love dust that I disguised as
party glitter…oh, and I gave him a little push when they first had sex so she’d
really…well, you know.”

“And you’re sure they’re properly paired and
will stay together forever? You know I only match couples who are in it for the
long haul.”

“Of course.
In fact, she’s just heading over to the hospital to be with him
while he gets his first skin graft. I can assure you that this pair was made
for another and they’re hopelessly in love already, smitten in fact.”

Nadine smiled. “I love smitten. You wouldn’t
mind if I looked in on the scene, would you?”

Sadie clicked her fingers and an image of the
waiting area in the ER appeared above Nadine’s desk. “Check this out…”

****

Mitchell’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten
since nine o’clock the night before. He hadn’t slept, either. His mind had been
too busy thinking about the operation and the skin graft. He looked down at the
IV they’d put in, remembering the last time he’d had one placed. It had been
shortly after the bombing and he’d been miles from home. He shivered from head
to toe.

“Are you cold? Do you need another blanket?”
asked Ryan.

“Nope, just scared, that’s all.”

Mitchell rested his head back on the pillow and
glanced up at the clock on the wall. Rachel had called him last night to wish
him luck. She’d told him she’d see him before he went to surgery as she’d
rescheduled her morning patients so she could be there. Maybe something else
had come up and that was the reason she was a no-show. He’d see her once he got
out of surgery, and that’s what he’d be looking forward to.

Someone grabbed his arm and squeezed it. He
looked up and smiled. There she was. He hadn’t seen her since their night
together and today she looked even prettier. She wore her blue scrubs and her
hair was tired up in a ponytail. Even her scarred arm was no longer covered.
She was so beautiful.