Chance
Chapter 1
"John, will you stop touching me?" Jalyse Carlton whispered harshly at her boyfriend of three years, sighing when he refused to listen to her, and yelped when his hand slid down past the waist of her skirt.
She smacked his hand, causing him to growl back at her, and glared back at him for his troubles. They were on a red eye flight headed straight for Houston, Texas for the summer. John was on summer vacation from his wrestling school, Ohio Valley Wrestling, and Jalyse decided to let him tag along for this three month journey. Speaking of Journey, she couldn't wait to see her cousin. They were called the J twins, had been that way since they were little, and Jalyse hadn't seen her in three years. School was hectic and it was hard to find time, especially when she had academics to achieve and to visit John whenever she could. She was starting to regret bringing him along because he was being extremely annoying at the moment.
John ignored the glare, smiling way too sweetly at her as he stroked her through her panties, his blue eyes gleaming with wicked intentions. They seemed to do a lot when it came to her. "Oh come on, J, lighten up baby." He cooed, leaning over to gently nuzzle her neck before sitting back in his seat, not bothering to remove his hand. He raised an eyebrow up at her, challenging her.
"John, I'm warning you…" She threatened quietly through gritted teeth and sucked in a sharp breath when he refused to stop stroking her through her panties. She couldn't believe she actually wore a damned skirt, especially with this horn ball for a boyfriend she had. She took his hand, smacking it once more, this time really hard to where it could be heard, and crossed her legs tightly. Her body was already lit on fire and he just made it worse, which in turn, made her irritable. "You need to stop this before you end up getting us in trouble." She stated, keeping her voice down, and smiled when the stewardess passed by them, thanking the stars she'd stopped John prior to her arrival, and sighed.
"Jeez J…" John snorted, rolling his eyes skyward. "How bout we head back to the bathroom then? Join the mile high club?" At her not amused expression, John held up his hands in an 'I give up' gesture. "It was just a joke, baby!" He protested, looking completely innocent. After a few minutes of silence, he took her hand in his, leaning over. "So…how bout it?" That wicked gleam was back in his blue orbs.
"Do you want me to pull your scrotum over your head so you can lick your own balls?" She growled back at him, slipping her hand from his, and sighed when he gave her the eyes. Those damned blue puppy dog eyes that she could never resist. Jalyse raked a hand through her hair. "John, can't we wait until we're somewhere SECLUDED? I don't feel like getting busted, alright?" She reasoned with him, stroking his face tenderly with the back of her hand, and proceeded to stare out the window.
John sighed heavily, like she had mortally wounded him before resting his head on her shoulder. "Now…remind me again why we're vacationing in Texas when we could've gone to Cancun or something?" He asked conversationally, not one to generally sit still or be quiet for long periods of time.
Sighing resignedly, Jalyse turned so her eyes met his and raked her hand through her soft black hair as she shook her head. "We're going to see my cousin Journey and her boyfriend. I haven't met him yet and they've been together for around two years now. We're staying out there for the summer because it's beautiful, peaceful and tons of fun. Does that sound fine to you?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend, her lips pursed together tightly, clearly looking annoyed.
John smiled down at her, his blue eyes twinkling, and leaned forward to kiss her pursed lips. "Sounds great, baby. As long as I don't have to do none of that cowboy junk. You aren't getting me in chaps and spurs." He joked, trying to lighten her mood. "Smile for me, J, come on, just one smile." He grinned broadly, watching the corners of her mouth twitch. "You know you want to."
She couldn't help it. He was too adorable for his own damned good as she smiled softly back at him. She ran her fingers through his hair and down to his neck, massaging it gently, and kissed his lips before pulling back. "If you behave for the rest of this flight, I promise I'll give you a treat when we get to Journey's house." She said, compromising with him, her teal colored eyes gleaming back at him with promising intentions.
His eyes widened and licked his lips eagerly with hunger evident in his posture. "The kind of treat that involves lots of whipped cream and some real kinky sex?" He asked, his tone a mixture of hope and pleading.
"Only if you're a good boy." She teased playfully, only half joking, and patted his hand with a wink before looking out the window.
She sighed, leaning her head against the clear glass, and looked out at the night sky. One thing about John was he loved having sex, which she didn't mind for the most part. He was a master in the bedroom. She'd never had one like him before and had to blush at the thought. He was actually her first and hoped to be her last since they'd been together for three years. Her longest relationship ever.
After the plane landed, John led Jalyse through the crowded terminal, frowning when they nearly got wedged between the wall and a man who was busy itching his fat ass. "Get your plumber's ass in gear, man!" He snapped, pulling Jalyse forward with him, shielding her protectively. "Now, who exactly are we looking for?" He asked, bending down to speak in her ear since there was a lot of noise around them, his blue eyes scanning the people nearby.
"We're not looking for anyone. We need to head to the rental car desk and then we're driving there." She informed him in a whisper in his ear, staring at the disgusting fat man, and shook her head. They headed toward the rental car place, keeping their eyes alert for any funny business. After retrieving the keys, they made it through security and walked out, the night air blowing through her hair, her luggage wheeling behind her while John had his own. "We're over here, sweetie." She told him, walking over to the blue SUV, and opened the trunk as they set their bags inside of it.
"You want to drive or can I?" John asked, eyeing the SUV like a little boy, loving anything with an engine and wheels. He sighed when she announced she was driving as she knew where they were going and she wanted to arrive there in one piece. "I'm not THAT bad of a driver!" He groaned, slipping into the passenger side. He instantly started fiddling with the radio, looking alarmed when country music started blaring and shut if off. "WHAT was that?"
"It's called country music, blue eyes. You should try it sometime." She answered him with a smirk and turned it back on, loving country music, and started tapping her fingers against the wheel. She put the car in drive and peeled out of the airport parking lot, wanting to beat the traffic that was sure to follow. Within moments, they were on the open road, driving through the city of Houston, and headed toward the country. Journey and Mark had a huge house in the country with a long stretch of property. According to the pictures, this guy she was with was LOADED as far as money went.
John was in Hell. H-E-L-L. First of all, the second they left Houston, he seen nothing, but a lot of…country. A hell of a lot of country. Second, Jalyse was playing something she called music, but he couldn't be too sure. He dealt with it, barely, his head pressed against the cool window. His eyes stared out at the seemingly unchanging scenery and muttered, "Fence…fence…fence…fence…oh wow…a cow."
Jalyse laughed at her boyfriend, not believing how he was reacting to Houston and the countryside. They'd been on the road for an hour and she knew he was getting sick of her country music, but he'd have to deal with it. For a man who listened to hip hop and rap constantly, he wasn't doing too badly in her eyes. "We're almost there, baby." She cooed at him, her teal eyes twinkling back at him, and winked before turning her attention back on the road.
John wasn't amused, knowing she found this whole situation hysterical at his expense. "J…your cousin…isn't like a farmer or anything like that is she?" He asked suddenly, smirking as an image of Jalyse in overalls, a straw hat, carrying a bucket flashed through his mind.
"Hell no! Are you kidding me? Journey is a city woman. Always has been. She met this redneck Texan and they've been inseparable ever since then. I don't mind the countryside. I love the peacefulness of it and everything, but Journey hates it. She always calls me and complains how boring it is and she listens to your type of music." Jalyse informed her boyfriend with a smile, knowing they would get along famously, and kept driving down the long stretch of road.
"Redneck Texan?' John echoed teasingly, glancing over at her, and reached his hand out to stroke her upper thigh. "Sounds like a match made in Hell. Though, if I see one more fucking cow or horse, I'm going to scream!" John groaned, burying his face in his hands. "That's it. I'm through with milk…"
Jalyse laughed, seeing the huge house nearby, a couple of miles up, and lifted his chin as his blue eyes widened. "Relax, we're here." She purred in his ear before pulling away, a wide smirk on her face, not believing how huge the house was. It was a white ranch that looked like a mansion with a huge black gate wrapped around the property. There was a barn attached to the house and Jalyse couldn't help, but feel her jaw drop at how huge this place was. Definitely the perfect place to escape for three months as she pulled up to the gate and punched in the code that Journey gave her.
John stared around as they pulled in, grudgingly admitting to himself that it might NOT be too bad here. He groaned when he seen what looked like horses out in a meadow and shook his head, glancing at his girlfriend. "Well cowgirl…" He joked, smiling at her, and leaned over to kiss her cheek once they were finally parked. "Lead on, baby."
"Don't call me that, cowboy." She retorted back at him with a smirk before stepping out of the blue SUV. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and Jalyse barely had time to shut the door when she was clobbered with a massive hug. It was Journey as she hugged her cousin back, tears already streaming down her cheeks, and the girls had their moment. Jalyse slowly stepped back as she looked at her cousin, seeing her platinum blonde hair and blue eyes were still in tact, and tapped her nose as she grinned. "Nice seeing you again too, my evil twin."
"Welcome to Texas." Journey replied, smiling, though it didn't meet her eyes. "It's a bit dull out here, but…" She shrugged, glancing over her shoulder. "Mark makes it worth it." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before looking behind Jalyse, draping an arm over her shoulder. "So, my little demon, is that the boyfriend? Nice…good to see some of my taste rubbed off on you."
"Yeah, this is the horn ball himself. John, this is my cousin Journey. She's my evil twin." She introduced them as she allowed them to shake hands before going to retrieve her bag, knowing John would get his own so she left the trunk open. "Hey, I happen to LIKE the countryside scenery, especially after dealing with the damned city for the past three years!" She exclaimed with a smirk and smiled when John started groaning about country music.
Journey made a face, waiting until John had retrieved his bags as well. "Mark is currently in one of his country and/or blues kicks so…Welcome to Hell, John." She joked. "This way people." Journey mocked bowed, leading the way inside. "Oh…watch out for the dogs." She called back casually, her blonde hair bouncing with every step she took.
"Dogs? I hate dogs…" John groaned more, always more of a reptile man himself. "Holy shit!"
"Mark! They're here, bring your big butt outta there and come meet my cousin!" Journey yelled through an open door. "His garage…" She rolled her eyes dramatically. "He's tinkering with his damned motorcycles again." She explained with disdain dripping in her voice.
"Motorcycles?" Jalyse looked surprised as she blinked back at her cousin, knowing Journey HATED them. She was always against them, more afraid than anything, but Jalyse was the total opposite. She loved them as she walked through the open door and into the garage, her heels clicking against the cement. She was wearing a black skirt that was pinstriped with a white cardigan hanging over her shoulder and a spaghetti strapped tank top. Her long, black hair that had blue streaks within it flowed down her back in waves as she cleared her throat, causing the man to look up at her, and couldn't believe the size of him. He didn't intimidate her though as Journey stood beside her, having followed her. "So, this is the famous Mark I've heard so much about, eh?"
"Famous? Hardly darlin'." Mark said, his voice a deep, smooth drawling baritone. He stood up from being crouched down at his motorcycle. He wiped his hands off with a rag and tossed it in a crate before walking over to stand in front of them, revealing his six foot nine frame. He stared down at her, his eyes covered in black sunglasses, sunlight streaming in through the open doors as well as the semi sunroof. Glass panes were alternating with tiles above them. "You must be the famous Jalyse…" He arched an eyebrow, glancing at Journey who nodded in response.
"My evil little devil. She had to come see the motorcycles." Journey explained, the disdain never leaving her voice as she sighed. "Mark can show you them demon girl, I'll take your bags to your room." She kissed Jalyse's cheek before walking out, not before shooting Mark a seductive grin. "By the way baby, nice jeans."
Mark grunted, watching her walk away and shook his head. The woman had a thing for baggy jeans, which he was wearing today due to a lack of laundry, neither having gotten around to it yet. "Know anythin' bout bikes?" He asked Jalyse, gesturing to his huge collection, every inch of garage space practically devoted to his toys.