Wanting Spencer (B&S Series #2.5) Read online

  Wanting Spencer

  By

  Kimberly Knight

  Copyright © 2014 by Kimberly Knight

  No portion of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any print or electronic form without permission. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please note this novel contains profanity, explicit sexual situations, and alcohol consumption.

  WANTING SPENCER

  Copyright © 2014 Knight Publishing & Design, LLC

  Published by Kimberly Knight

  Cover art © by Knight Publishing & Design, LLC and E. Marie Photography

  Formatted by Knight Publishing & Design, LLC

  All rights reserved.

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  BOOKS BY KIMBERLY KNIGHT

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  DEDICATION

  To my fans in Brazil, thank you so much for loving Brandon enough to get his story translated into Portuguese!

  **Please note that this is a novella to Wanted and should be read after.

  Wanting Spencer is through the male’s point of view and doesn’t cover every detail of the story.**

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Spencer?” I questioned.

  She was looking down at her hands. Whether she was thinking or in shock, I wasn’t sure. I’d asked her to move in with me, and she was silent for almost a full minute. I didn’t want her to question if she should move in with me; I wanted her to want to. I’d thought about it since our first date, and now was the perfect time to ask her—or so I thought. Her silence was scaring the shit out of me.

  We had spent almost every night together since we started dating, and I wanted to come home to her each night at a place of our own—not my bloody condo. I wasn’t sure if I could still live in my condo, let alone Spencer who had almost died in it. Luckily, she hadn’t. My girl was strong, smart, and I didn’t know how she stayed calm while Christy pulled a knife on her, but she did.

  We won the war that Christy started.

  Christy was insane. I couldn’t believe that she faked being pregnant with my baby. I knew deep down in my heart I wasn’t having a baby, because there was no way that karma could be so cruel. I tried to do everything right in my life, never even going without a condom when I had sex. The thought of her poking holes in the condoms…turned my stomach.

  I’d heard of entrapment before, but never thought that a person would actually do that. Never thought women thought it was okay to get pregnant to trap someone into being with them. Hell, I never thought someone would try to do that to me.

  I would never have gotten back together with Christy even if she were pregnant with my baby. I couldn’t believe she faked the whole thing and was going to tell me she lost the baby, make me feel sorry for her, and expected me to be with her. Nope. Never would’ve happened. Not in a million years.

  Then to top it all off, after her plan was backfiring on her, she decided that it was smart to try to kill my girlfriend. She needed help—mental help—and I wanted the whole nightmare to be behind us.

  I wanted to move forward with Spencer. I loved her with my whole heart and wanted to grow old with her, but I let danger come to her. Could she trust me to keep her safe now?

  On Thanksgiving, I promised Spencer’s dad, Kevin, that I would never let anyone hurt Spencer, and look, someone almost did. I was never letting her out of my sight again, and if I couldn’t be with her, one of our friends was going to be. I would hire round-the-clock security for her if I had to.

  If Spencer had died, I would be sitting in a jail cell for killing Christy. I would have hunted her down and killed her. My life would have been over, because Spencer is my life—my world. I didn’t care that we’d only been dating for about three months; I just knew. I knew I wanted to feel her warm body pressed against mine each night and wake up to her beautiful face with no make-up and that sleepy look in her eyes—every fucking day.

  “Yeah?” Spencer replied, looking back up to meet my eyes.

  “Did you hear me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, you heard me or yes, you want to move in with me? Because you know that we spend every night together anyway, and it will take a few months or more to sell this place and then buy a new place for us.”

  “Yes, I want to move in with you.” She smiled.

  When I saw her smile, my body instantly relaxed. I was so worked up thinking that she would say no. Moving in together was a big step, but it was the step I needed, because this girl made me smile, made me want to have a life other than work, made me want to… put a ring on her finger and have her take my last name.

  “You do?” I asked, my smile matching hers.

  “Yes! Of course I want to live together and find our place,” she said, jumping into my lap and hugging me. “But we need to talk to Ryan about you moving into my house while we find our place, because we definitely aren’t staying here!”

  I didn’t even remember until that moment that she lived with Ryan. I didn’t care. If Ryan wasn’t on board with me moving in, Spencer and I would get our own place. I would buy or rent whatever place Spencer wanted. I couldn’t walk past the blood stain every day in my condo. There was no way. If I had to replace the floors to sell the place, I would. Just being here felt weird… felt wrong. I felt violated—like I didn’t belong in it anymore. I belonged where Spencer was, and I wouldn’t force her to stay in my condo.

  “Okay, well I am going to pack clothes for the rest of the weekend at least,” I said, kissing her softly.

  I didn’t want to push Spencer, but there was no way I was letting her sleep alone at night. We were moving in together right away. Christy was going to jail, and there was still a stalker lurking in the area that Spencer told me about when I was in Seattle a few days ago.

  She was taking what had happened the day before really well. I thought she would be an emotional wreck, maybe even just want to go home and stay in bed all day. I was prepared to do anything she wanted.

  “I guess this means I don't get to go shopping this weekend, huh?” she said, folding her clothes to put in her bag.

  “Why is that?” I asked.

  I had promised Spencer that we would go shopping this weekend. She had wanted to get a dress or two so she would have more options at home. If I had only taken her the weekend before, Christy wouldn’t have… I still couldn’t think about it without wanting to wrap my arms around Spencer and never let her go.

  I fucked up. Her dad was going to kill me.

  “Well, now we are going to be sharing one closet, and it’s much smaller than your gigantic walk-in,” she said and waved in the direction of my closet.

  “True. The bright side is all your clothes will be in one place now.”

  “That’s not the only bright side!” she said and smacked my ass.

  “I’m glad you’re in a better mood, Babe,” I said, lightly kissing her lips on the way to my dresser.

  “I sti
ll can’t believe Christy tried to kill me.”

  I stopped putting a pair of boxers in my bag and looked over at Spencer. She said it as if it was no big deal. I wasn’t sure how long she would be strong for, but I knew that all of our friends and I needed to be there to pick her up. It wasn’t like some school yard fight she got into. Spencer could have died. Spencer could have been the one in the hospital or worse—the morgue.

  “I know... I have no idea what I would have done if she had killed you. I would probably be in a jail cell awaiting my own murder trial.” I sighed.

  Spencer walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. I looked into her glassy eyes, and my heart clenched. I hated seeing Spencer cry, and I felt like it was my fault. I was the one that Christy wanted.

  Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her tight against me and held her while she cried. I knew there would be more moments like this, and I just hoped I was there to wrap her in my arms.

  “Come on, let’s go talk to Ryan and then try to have a better day. Let’s try to forget all this bullshit for a while,” I said, wiping the tears from Spencer’s eyes when she stopped crying.

  *~*~*

  After our talk with Max and Ryan, I took Spencer to the police station for a formal interview so they could get the whole story again. I was pissed at the cop who didn’t do his job correctly the first time, because Spencer had to revisit the nightmare once again.

  Spencer told the story like I had heard it the handful of times when she recounted it before. I was starting to think I was there, because I could picture her and Christy going round and round as Christy tried to…

  The officer advised us that Christy was still in the hospital. She had a punctured liver and was going to live… hopefully in jail where she belonged.

  She had no job, no money—nothing, so I was crossing my fingers she wouldn’t make bail and would stay in jail until her trial.

  As I listened to Spencer, in the back of my mind I thought about who Christy was referring to as her “help”, but didn’t give it much thought. That was the San Francisco Police Department’s job to figure out.

  “If you don’t want to go shopping…” Spencer said, sliding into my SUV.

  “I want to do whatever you want to do.”

  “I could use retail therapy, but I bet Ryan will just come with me.” She buckled her seatbelt, and when I cranked the car, she instantly turned on her “buttwarmers”. I smiled. I wasn’t sure if it was a habit or not, but she hit that button every time, especially as the fall air was starting to turn into winter.

  “Babe, there is no way in hell that I’m letting you out of my sight. If you want to go shopping, we’re going shopping.”

  “Christy’s in the hospital; she can’t get me now.”

  “What about that guy that keeps bothering you?”

  “Oh…I forgot about him.”

  “I didn’t. You just told me two nights ago, and when I go into work on Monday, I’m going to review the security cameras and find out who this fucker is.”

  “Let’s not talk about this. Let’s fight with the tourists and hit up Macy’s.”

  “Okay,” I said. I put the car in drive and started off for Union Square.

  *~*~*

  Parking in San Francisco is a bitch. You can’t find street parking to save your life, and the parking garages cost an arm and a leg… but you know what? I was sucking this shit up for my girl, because she was going to be dress shopping, and I fucking loved seeing her in dresses.

  “You like?” Spencer asked, doing a little twirl to show me the front and back of a dress she tried on.

  My dick was already hard as I watched her spin. She had tried on two other dresses, and honestly, they all looked good on her. I just wanted her to keep trying them on, but my cock on the other hand… didn’t. “Yes, I like—a lot!” I said, standing up to walk to her.

  “Yeah, I think this is it,” she said, looking in the full-length mirror.

  “I need further convincing,” I said, coming up behind her.

  “What?” she asked, her eyes growing wide as they met mine.

  I smiled at her and grabbed her hand to lead the way back into the dressing room, and then locked the door behind me.

  “What are you doing?” Spencer whispered.

  Not answering her question, I spun her around so her back was to my front and pushed her against the long fitting room mirror in the back of the small space. Her hands shot out, bracing for impact as I ground my stiff erection into her ass.

  That should answer her question…

  Our bodies fit perfectly. I didn’t know how she would react after the trauma she went through, but I was going to do anything and everything to distract her. Plus too many days had passed since I’d last touched her like this. If she told me to stop I would, but I wanted her, and I didn’t care where we were.

  I loved tasting every inch of her, and I hadn’t since the night before I left for Seattle. In the short time we had been together, I wasn’t used to going without her—not being able to lick every inch of her, feel her heat between her legs, and I was lucky that she wasn’t resisting and trying to stop me as I continued to rub my dick against her ass.

  Brushing her hair to one side, I started to kiss my way down her neck to the top of her shoulder.

  “Babe, we're in a public dressing room,” she panted in a whisper. My dick stiffened even more at the tone of her voice.

  “Shh,” I whispered back.

  “Babe...” she said, her voice trying to grow stern, but I knew she couldn’t stop, just like I couldn’t.

  “Shh,” I repeated, still kissing along her shoulder. My hand moved up her bare thigh under the dress and slowly slipped into her panties.

  “Oh God,” she groaned.

  I bit lightly on her right earlobe and started teasing her clit with my middle finger. She steadied herself with one arm on the mirror, rested her head on my chest and reached up to graze my hair on the back of my neck with her other hand. It was like her signature move—always running her hand through my hair—and I would never cut it shorter than it was. I loved the feel of her hands in my hair, loved the way it sent shivers down my entire body as if it was the first time she touched me.

  I licked my thumb, wetting it, and circled her nub while I slid my middle and index fingers through her slick wetness before sinking them into her fully. My fingers curled inside her, pleasing the spot that makes her moan each time.

  She lifted her leg onto the bench, giving me better access to caress her pussy and the green light to please her and make her cum.

  “I can't keep my hands off of you when you wear a dress,” I whispered in her ear, hoping no one could hear us.

  “Uh huh,” she panted.

  Either she was close to coming, or she was fighting everything not to raise her voice as I continued circling her clit with my wet thumb, my finger still pumping inside her warmth.

  My cock was hard as it was still pressed into her ass, moving against her body as she wiggled with pleasure. Lifting her head from my chest, she moved slightly forward, my cock no longer getting the love from her ass, and she removed her hand from the back of my neck, too. I was about to protest, needing the feel of her against me, but then she reached down between us and rubbed my length through my jeans.

  I wanted nothing more than to have her touch me, feel me up, make me cum all over her, but we were in a public dressing room.

  “Don't start something you can't finish,” I whispered into her ear again, reaching around and slipping my hand into the top of the dress and into the cup of her bra.

  Her pussy clenched around my fingers, and I knew she was closer now. I began to caress her breast, rolling the hardened nipple between my fingers, sending her over the edge as she came, muffling her release in the crook of her arm as her body trembled and her knees buckled.

  I held her against my body, keeping her from falling, and we stood there for a moment while she caught her breath. I slowly removed
my hand from her panties, sticking my fingers drenched with Spencer’s cum one by one into my mouth to suck the sweet nectar from each.

  The door next to us closed as someone entered the dressing room stall, and I moved to leave before people became suspicious, but Spencer knelt and began to undo my belt. I caught her hands and raised an eyebrow at her, motioning in the direction of the stall next to us. She grinned wickedly and held a finger to her lips, because this was our little secret that no one but us knew.

  She made quick work of my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. Sliding the zipper down enough to reach inside, she grabbed my dick, causing it to twitch in response. It was finally happy—finally getting the attention that it wanted.

  Spencer moved with me as I took a seat on the bench, my erection growing harder as she began kissing up and down the inside of my thigh until she was close enough to my cock that I could feel her warm breath on it. Just when I thought she would lick it, she switched to my other thigh and did the same. She was teasing me and making me want it that much more.

  I sucked in a sharp breath as her hand finally started moving up and down around my cock, her wet tongue swirling around the head, slowly teasing me like her favorite lollipop.

  An uncontrollable moan escaped me as my cock slid into her warm mouth, and I grabbed the back of her ponytail, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down, her mouth opening to welcome my cock, and her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me as she continued to suck me.

  She released my shaft from her mouth. It was soaking wet from her saliva, and she grasped my dick firmly with both hands, and then returned her mouth. Her hands and mouth worked perfectly together as she pumped, twisted, and rotated her hands with the movements of her mouth, our eyes still locked with me on the verge of coming at any second.

  I was too distracted by the feel of her soft hands to realize that if she didn’t stop soon, everyone would know what we were doing, because I would have cum on my jeans; I wouldn’t be able to warn her that I was going to cum.

  I watched as her pretty little mouth sucked and licked my dick, taking it deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat and disappeared. My body convulsed slightly as I reached for something, anything to hold onto to brace myself. I was going to cum soon, and I had changed my mind; people could know. I wanted them to know that my girl was fucking awesome!