Chapter 256: Friends
*Chance, you’ve never just been friends with a woman. – Sticks*
Chance reached out and touched Rye’s gray streak gently with the tip of his finger. She gave a small flinch but did not pull away. Chance looked from his finger to her eyes.
“I like you, Rye. I’ve never really gotten to know a woman before. Not like this. Now, I think you’re one of my closest friends.” He leaned towards her, and she pulled back. “It’s not like that.”
His lips kissed her temple with the lightest of touch.
“I’m not a good friend.” She mumbled as she got out of the car and headed for the hospital.
He wanted to argue with her and tell her that she was indeed a good friend. She was also the only woman that he had wanted for the past month or so. A club girl had sat on his lap the other night and he had no reaction. No desire. Nothing.
He saw Rye at work and wanted to take her to bed. He wanted to kiss her, something he never did. He never kissed a girl, and he never went down on a girl. He and his brothers had all been there. He wasn’t putting his mouth on either.
But with Rye, he wanted to worship her in every way possible. He wanted to show her the pleasures that her body was made for. Pleasures that she denied herself. That had been ripped away from her.
Chance knew he had to get his head on straight. There was no way he could seriously be interested in this woman. She had a stubborn streak at least a mile wide. She looked at him with disgust when he spoke to a woman. Their friendship was rocky at best and even non-existent at times.
Other than his relatives, she was the safest woman for him to spend time with. Rye did not try to seduce him. He didn’t have to worry about her picking the lock to his room and be waiting for him. That had been happening so often lately that he had changed locks, twice, and now had nothing left in his room.
She was safe. And yet, watching her with little Michael, Chance was not safe. He found himself wondering what she would look like pregnant. And not just with any baby. His baby.
Mark stepped inside the small nursery and smiled at him as Rye stood up to put the infant back inside the incubator. Chance made a slight head motion and Mark nodded.
“Rye, I’m going to ask Chance to step outside for a moment. It’ll just be a moment; little man can stay right where he is.” Dr. Hamilton said as he motioned for the other man to step out in the little hallway.
Chance watched as Rye sat back in the rocking chair with Michael before walking out. He waited until his brother-in-law joined him and the door closed before speaking quietly.
“She doesn’t know about the lockdown. I told her it was a security drill for the Pack.”
“Understand. Kilo said Clay was called in.” he grinned. “And it was not for his decorating skills.”
“He’s pretty good at redecorating heads.” Chance chuckled.
“What’s going on with you two? Don’t tell me just friends.”
“To be perfectly honest, I have no fucking clue. I don’t even know what I want to be going on. I’m confused all to hell.”
Mark slapped his back. “She’s been through a lot. Don’t hurt her.”
“Did her sister use drugs while she was pregnant?”
Nodding, Mark replied, “I can’t answer that.”
They went back in, and Mark checked over Michael. Once he was through, they spoke for a few minutes. Chance was giving him a bottle when Mark left, and Rye stepped out to go to the bathroom.
The night nurse, Laquetia, came in to check the supplies. She adjusted her scrub top and checked her make-up in the window reflection. Her short curly black hair was worn in a small afro. Her chocolate skin was perfectly made up with glossy lips.
Walking over, she leaned down exposing her plump breasts to him. She knew what he liked. She remembered what he had liked.
His eyes never left the baby.
She left the private nursery and found Rye washing her hands to go back in. Laquetia smiled at her on her way to the nurse’s station. Grabbing her phone, she called a friend who called a friend. It did not take long for it to be known that Chance was unofficially off the market.
In the early morning hours, Mark crawled into bed with his wife and two husbands. He snuggled up against Sticks and kissed his shoulder.
“Everything good?” Mark muttered as their fingers interlocked.
“It is. She’s home.” Sticks whispered. “How was your night?”
“How long has Chance been staying at your mom’s?” Mark whispered.
“I don’t know. Hell, I didn’t even know he was there until mom said something tonight.” Sticks said turning to his back.
“You two suck at whispering.” Kilo complained.
“Are we *finally* going to talk about Chance?” Misty asked stretching and all three of her husbands looked at her questioningly. “Oh, my gosh! You don’t know!”
At their confused looks, she squealed and then sat up. “I heard some of the girls talking. Chance hasn’t been staying at Pop’s since Werewolf went to Scotland. He hasn’t been with any of the bunnies since around then.”
All three men stared at her in shock and surprise.
“Just guessing that Chance is having a dry spell?” Sticks asked. “That hasn’t happened since he was fourteen.”
“From what I hear,” Misty corrected, “it’s more like a self-imposed sabbatical.”
“Laquetia has been a willing playmate and he never even looked at her.” Mark added.
“When was Laquetia around Chance?” Kilo asked.
“He’s been coming up to see Rye’s son with her.” Mark told them.
“Nessie said that it would be fun to watch him fall in love.” Misty laughed.
“It certainly seems to be very entertaining.” Sticks agreed.
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