Second Chance for Love by Leona Jackson Read Free Book Online

face against his chest enjoying the feeling of being close to him again. We’d gone so wrong in our past. Was it too late to make things right? Was it too late to have the life we dreamed of?
    I hoped not. It was a childish hope, but one I held onto nonetheless.
    I’d realized many things since finding out about my father's death. It served as a reminder that nothing here on Earth is permanent, not even life. Nothing can be counted on to last forever, because forever doesn't exist.
    All we can count on is the now. All I was guaranteed was this one single moment with Chase and I was going to make the best of it. Even if it was only for tonight, I was going to have a taste of the life I had wanted so badly to live.
    I looked up into Chase's blue eyes and sighed. “What are we going to do, Chase?” I asked.
    “I don't know, Jetta.”
    “That's not an answer.”
    I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his. I moved slowly and awkwardly, mostly because I wasn't sure he wanted to kiss me. I’d just thrown a bitch-fit and then broke down like a crazy woman. I knew shit like that wasn't sexy, but after everything that had happened this week, I wasn't really feeling all that sexy anyway. I was feeling lonely and horny.
    Chase frowned. “I know it's not a good answer. Like you said, nothing has changed.”
    “Then let's change it,” I said, pulling him down and kissing him again.
    Our mouths met in a hungry kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body close to his. Until then I hadn't realized how lonely I’d felt since leaving home. I pressed my body against him harder, trying to be as close to him as I could get. It felt so good to be affectionate with another human being.
    Chase's tongue swirled around mine and I deepened the kiss. My nipples were already erect and I could feel wetness forming between my thighs. I knew I might regret it in the morning, but tonight I had a lonely void to feel. For years, I’d felt unloved and jaded, but tonight I wanted to feel like a woman who was both wanted and needed. Tonight was our one night and I planned to make the best of it.
    Chase's hands groped my ass and I moaned in pleasure. It was if my body was being slowly resurrected by his every touch. I hadn't felt so alive in years. I ground my hips against his and felt his cock begin to stir. A coy smile played at my lips. The thought of Chase wanting me as much as I wanted him made me giddy.
    He nibbled my bottom lip and I knew there was no turning back. I couldn't have pulled away from him even if I’d wanted to. My body trembled as I thought of Chase sliding his throbbing cock inside of me.
    “Chase,” I moaned into the kiss.
    “Let's go upstairs,” he whispered and took my hand.
    I followed him without saying a word. There had been enough talking tonight. It seemed every time one of us opened our mouths it ended in an argument. I didn't want to fight with Chase. I just wanted to show him how much I still loved him.
    Once in his room a momentary awkward silence passed between us, but I wasn't about to let it ruin the moment. I grabbed Chase's hand and pulled him down onto the bed. My hands ran through his thick hair as I renewed our kiss. I wasted no time in freeing his half-hard cock from his pants and giving it a squeeze.
    Chase moaned against my lips and I knew I was on the right track. He kissed my neck and cupped my breasts. Even through the fabric of my dress my nipples brushed against his palm. I rubbed my thighs together to stimulate myself as I worked his cock to its full length. Chase groaned and I knew we were both as ready as we were going to be. We might be waiting forever for our insecurities to go away.
    When we were younger, sex with Chase had been about making love, but tonight it was just about fucking. We were both depressed, defeated, and in need of human contact. I could feel Chase watching me as I hiked up my skirt and moved the crotch of my panties to the side. Usually, I'd