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behind. He took himself in hand, possessed like a mad man.
     
    “That’s right, baby,” Bradley said in Chance’s ear, pulling up his front to Chance’s back, wrapping one arm under Chance and around his chest to lock them together, using his other to turn Chance’s head so their tongues could meet in a sloppy semi kiss. It was the single hottest moment of Chance’s life. And his cock agreed as it began to tingle then his whole body clenched and jerked with release, spewing cum on the sheet beneath him
     
    “Daaaamn!” Chance couldn’t contain the loud groan that followed his blessed release.
     
    A few more jabbing thrusts and Bradley buried his face in the crook of Chance’s neck, stilled and shot in the condom deep inside Chance.
     
    After a moment, they separated. Chance didn’t want it to end because then reality would return and he’d have done his one. And he’d maybe feel guilty. But they did have to separate.
     
    Bradley disappeared into the bathroom and after a flush of the toilet, came back with a towel, watching Chance warily as he dried wiped the cum off the sheets. “What?” Chance asked, voice sounding rusty from emotion and overuse and need for sleep.
     
    “It was okay?” Though the smirk on Bradley’s face said he knew that it’d been better than okay.
     
    Chance should probably have gotten out of bed just then, put on his clothes and left. He probably should have felt fucked up. But the brief moment where Bradley didn’t seem so confident or aggressive, the way he eyed Chance warily, kept Chance right there. He’d done it, no matter how he felt about the insane, whirlwind of a night in which he’d probably made one of the worst decisions of his life.
     
    He reached out a hand and pulled Bradley into bed. “You’re the only man who’d make me sin so bad,” Chance whispered.
     
    Bradley sat up. “Wait. That really was your first time?”
     
    Chance nodded. Bradley groaned miserably and dropped his face in his hands. “Oh, man. When you were… You just… It seemed like you…” To see the cockiness turn to concern was almost a relief. Realizing he wasn’t just a random fuck to Bradley shouldn’t have mattered, but for some reason, it did.
     
    “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not sure how I feel about this yet. But it’s on me not you, okay.” Chance was confused as hell and reassuring himself  as much as he was Bradley. How much does one have to deny their feelings to only need a couple beers to fall on a guy’s dick with hardly a thought?
     
    Bradley looked up at Chance, that wary look back in his eyes. Chance stopped him. “Look, this was a one-time kind of thing. That’s what I was assuming it was for you too, since you weren’t exactly courting me back there. I just… had a little steam to blow off.” That ain’t the half of it buddy.
     
    “Don’t worry about it. Just go to sleep, okay?” Please. Go to sleep. Bradley looked Chance over another minute before his expression changed to one of almost cool neutrality, lying down beside him. Chance wanted badly to reach for the man, to hold him. He’d let the man take him, had the most intense, insane, probably very wrong night of his life. But heaven help him, he still wanted the man.
     
    For something that was supposed to clear things up, to get it out of his system and all that other nonsense… this seemed to have only muddied the waters.
     
     
     

               Chapter 4
     

     
    Chance gripped the steering wheel of his truck tighter as he passed the Hope Springs city limits sign. All of the anxiety was flooding back and all he could see were images of his clothes on Bradley’s floor, Bradley’s hands in his hair. The feeling of letting go.
     
    God he felt like a coward though, for the first time in his life. He’d slipped out of Bradley’s bed, gotten dressed in the hallway, and hightailed it out of there like his ass was on fire. Bradley was an old friend and even if it’d been