Forever Spencer (B&S Series #3.5) Page 10

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  It’s weird how one event can cause other event to happen. A bad event. A tragic event.

  When my plane finally touched down in San Francisco, I switched my phone from airplane mode—this time hoping for good news. A voicemail from Spencer dinged, and I wanted to feel relieved, but I still didn’t know why she wasn’t answering my calls.

  “Oh my God, I’m such an idiot. I thought you were cheating on me with Teresa, and that’s why I refused to answer your calls. God, you’re fucking brother!” She sighed. “I walked into your office and saw him and thought it was you. Before I could get a good look, I ran.

  “I know you’re in the air, but Max just told me that you’re in L.A. and Acyn…” she paused, just like Donna had and my chest ached for her. “God, if I’d only stayed in L.A., none of this would have happened. Acyn would still be alive, I wouldn’t want to kill your brother, and you wouldn’t be worried about me.

  “Anyway, I’m going to call Donna now and find out what happened with Acyn. I’m at Ryan’s. Can you come here? I broke my phone, so don’t call. Just come here. I love you and… I’m sorry.”

  I had to listen to her message again as I tried to make it out of SFO without running into people. The first time I heard Spencer’s message, I hadn’t heard anything past the point where she thought I was cheating on her with Teresa.

  Not only was Blake fucking with my business by… fucking Teresa at my business, but Spencer had thought I was Blake. This day kept getting better and better!

  I was pissed to say the least. Looking at the big picture, Spencer would have found out that I wasn’t the one cheating after everything came to the surface, but for her to spend time even thinking that pissed me off.

  Slamming the door of my Range Rover, I drove to Ryan’s. I was still pissed at Blake when I arrived, but I instantly cooled off when I saw Spencer. She wrapped her arms around me like we hadn’t seen each other in years and cried.

  God, I missed her.

  It was only one night, but given everything, being in her arms was like being home. Spencer was my home, and no amount of alcohol would take that from me.

  After Spencer had told me about everything and Max and Ryan told me their good news about being pregnant, I stepped outside and called Blake. I didn’t want Spencer, Ryan, or Max to hear me tear Blake a new one. Just thinking about what he did was enough to fuel my rage, and I couldn’t wait any longer to yell at him. I couldn’t do it in person because I didn’t know how out of hand it would get. I was beyond furious.

  “Did you find her?” he asked without a hello.

  “Yeah.” I sighed. Just the sound of his voice sent my blood boiling.

  “Good, because I hadn’t seen her, and I was beginning to worry. She wasn’t answering my calls, either.”

  “You want to know why she wasn’t answering anyone’s phone calls?” I asked, raising my voice.

  “Calm down, why are you yelling?”

  “I’ll tell you why I’m yelling! Spencer walked in while you and Teresa were fucking. Fucking in my office.” I gritted my teeth.

  “Shit…”

  “Fuck, Blake. After everything I’ve done for you, you have to go behind my back. You know the fucking rules. And my office? You’re so fucking lucky that I’m not there right now, because I would beat the shit out of you. You’re an immature, self-centered bastard. And you know what? You’re fired!”

  “What? No! You can’t fire me.”

  “I can’t? I just did!”

  “Bro, listen to me…”

  “No, I have other shit to deal with. A man is dead, and I have to help my wife deal with a loss of an employee. So Blake, fuck off!” I said, hanging up the phone and running my hand on my neck.

  So much for Blake maturing since he moved to San Francisco. I should have listened to my gut and not left, because I’d known deep down Blake would fuck something up.

  *~*~*

  Before leaving for Acyn’s funeral in Alabama, Blake talked me into not firing him. Instead, I put him on a three-month probation and revoked Teresa’s membership. During the three months of Blake’s probation, he was only allowed to keep the nightclub’s progress moving along. We were close to opening it, and it was strictly business. Blake wasn’t allowed in the doors of Club 24 for the three months. If we saw him, we were taking his dream away from him.

  When someone so young is taken, it puts things into perspective. I didn’t like Acyn because he wanted to be more than friends with my wife. Everyone deserves someone to make them happy, and Acyn would never get that.

  At his funeral, I held Spencer close to me, letting her cry over the loss of her friend. If it weren’t for Acyn, no telling what would have happened to Spencer the night she was kidnapped. Because he knew she was missing, we were able to get one step ahead of Michael and Colin, and every day I was grateful.

  I would always be grateful for Acyn, so when it was my turn to throw dirt on his casket, I told him just that and thanked him one last time, asking that he keep looking over Spencer from above.

  *~*~*

  Since being back from Acyn’s funeral, Spencer took her time hiring a replacement. It took her three months to finally accept the fact that she needed someone to do his job—that he wasn’t coming back.

  We started changing up our workouts, doing more kickboxing to relieve stress. No one knew how stressful it was to run a business, and now Spencer understood why I liked having a few drinks during the week.

  I stopped letting Blake buy me drinks. I stopped letting alcohol control me, and I went back to the old Brandon.

  Things were good.

  I only worried a little about Spencer when she would throw things out of anger. I didn’t know why Spencer was so angry, but I understood. Life was hard, and Spencer’s was an emotional roller coaster. But she was strong, and I knew she would overcome this, and she had the support of her business partners, Becca and Jason, and of myself and her friends.

  “Want a glass of wine?” I offered Spencer with dinner.

  “Yes, please.” She sighed.

  “How was your day?” I asked, setting Spencer’s wine down in front of her plate of chicken Carbonara.

  “It was good.”

  “Tired again?”

  “Yeah. I don’t know why I’m so tired lately.”

  “Running a business is hard. You have a lot of pressure.”

  “I know, and I posted the ad today to replace Acyn.”

  “Everything will be okay, Baby,” I said, reaching across the table and rubbing her hand.

  “I know. Can you give me a massage after dinner?”

  “Of course.” I smiled. I always loved touching Spencer.

  “I mean longer than ten minutes. You still owe me from our poker game at Christmas,” she said, biting her lip.

  Oh, so she wanted that kind of massage.

  “Oh—that’s right,” I said, giving her a wicked smile.

  *~*~*

  “Use lotion,” she said.

  “Then I’ll smell like a girl.”

  “Then you’ll smell good enough to eat,” Spencer said, handing me her vanilla lotion.

  “I know something you can eat,” I said, smiling at her.

  “Maybe.” She smiled back.

  I squirted the lotion on my hands, then rubbed them together before coating Spencer’s back with the creamy shit that smelled like a glazed donut.

  Working my hands down her body, I used more lotion to coat her ass. My dick twitched as my brain sent the image of Spencer lying naked face down on our bed.

  I worked her muscles in circles, trying to release the tension in her shoulders, her back, her ass. My body was aching with need as I touched her. I loved touching Spencer, but my cock also expected shit every time I saw her naked.

  Working my way down her backside, my hands moved down her legs, to her calves and back up on either side. I pulled her legs apart slightly to rub the inside of her thighs when I saw her pussy glistening in
the light.

  Out of habit, I reached between her legs, her juices coating the tip of two of my fingers that touched her pussy. Spencer moaned, giving me the green light, and I wasn’t stopping.

  Pulling her legs farther apart, I continued teasing her center with my fingers by rubbing her legs more, and grazing her pussy with my knuckles as I worked my way back up her back.

  “Turn over, Baby,” I said, ready to do her front side.

  Spencer flipped over, and I continued working on her legs, sometimes brushing her pussy. I could see Spencer’s body relaxing under my touch, and I kept rubbing.

  I continued on her legs, working my way down to her calves, her feet and then back up. On the way up, I didn’t tease Spencer; I figured she was anticipating me touching her center. So instead, I rubbed her arms up to her chest, circling her tits but not touching her nipples, then back down her stomach.

  Watching her body react under my touch, I returned to teasing her pussy. I couldn’t help it. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it, suck it, lick it, fuck it.

  My thumb grazed her clit, Spencer’s body tensing in anticipation and her nectar seeping out from her lips. Cupping her pussy, I pressed a finger against her slit, and she moaned.

  “You like that?” I whispered.

  “Uh huh,” she moaned again.

  I slipped a finger in, feeling her wet heat. I didn’t want to stop, wanted to make her come and feel good, but I knew that when I did, the massage would be over, and we would get lost in each other’s pleasures.

  Spencer needed to relax. I hated seeing how tired she was every day, and sex could wait—for a few minutes at least.

  I squeezed more lotion into my hands and then started at her shoulders and worked my way back down her body, trying to make her feel good.

  She moaned again, and I glanced up to see her eyes looking at me. Without saying a word, she spread her legs farther, biting her lip and giving me the green light again.

  I rubbed her clit for a beat with my thumb, then positioned myself between her legs and licked the pussy I craved on a daily basis. Her juices coated my tongue, and I sucked, drinking it like water on a deserted island.

  She spread her legs wider, granting me access as I lightly grazed her lips again and rubbed her clit with my thumb. She began moving her hips, moaning at the pleasure. I slipped two fingers in, causing her to moan again. My dick was so hard that at the slightest touch, I was scared I would come in my pants.

  God, I needed Spencer like she was my last breath. Everything about her sent my nerves on high alert. I needed her touch, her kiss, her love.

  My tongue continued licking, sucking, nipping. My fingers continued pumping and Spencer’s pussy clenched around my fingers, her head lifting from her pillow as she came.

  “Feel better?” I asked.

  “Oh yeah.” She smiled.

  Now it was time for me to relax.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  “Tell me again why we didn’t hire Ben and his guys to do this?” I asked, kicking in a wall.

  “Because I’m not going to pay someone to tear up my house when I can do it for free,” Max said, kicking another wall.

  “You have to admit, this shit is fun,” Jason said.

  “Yeah, it is,” I said, kicking another hole into Max’s dining room wall.

  Max and Ryan had bought a house in the same neighborhood as me and Spencer. Our house was move-in ready, but Max and Ryan’s… not so much.

  With a baby on the way, Max finally agreed to move to the suburbs, and since Ryan always got her way, they bought a house within walking distance of mine and Spencer’s.

  “How’s the nightclub coming?” Max asked.

  “Good. We should have it opened by the first of the month,” I said.

  “Who would have thought that little Blake Montgomery could run a business?” Jason asked sarcastically.

  “Not me. That’s for damn sure,” I said.

  Since I put Blake on probation, he stepped up. He quit playing games, quit fucking around, and focused only on the nightclub. He finished his three-month probation and now was talking about opening a nightclub at our Houston location.

  He had no idea how much work was ahead of him once the nightclub opened. He pictured money rolling in and him sitting at home. But what he didn’t realize was that he was about to work seven days a week and fourteen hour days.

  Jason, Max, and I finished kicking in the wall that blocked off the dining room from the kitchen. Ryan wanted it to be an open floor plan, and well… Ryan got what she wanted.

  “I need to head home soon,” Jason said. “I’m taking J-Man to the park so Bec can have alone time.”

  “See what you have to look forward to?” I asked, teasing Max.

  “That’s okay, I’m getting used to this parent thing,” Max said.

  “The baby’s not here, yet. We thought we were ready, too, but we weren’t. Some advice, get as much sleep now as you can,” Jason said.

  “Oh, I am.” Max laughed.

  We cleaned up and called it a day. None of us wanted to be doing physical labor on a Saturday, but time was ticking, and Ryan and Max’s baby would be here soon.

  *~*~*

  After a long, hot shower that felt good on my aching muscles, I sat on the couch, turning on the Giant’s game. It was barely in the third inning when Spencer arrived home.

  “Have fun with the girls?” I asked as she set her purse on the table by the garage door.

  “Of course. Did you have fun with the guys?”

  “Ah—I wouldn’t call it fun,” I said, taking a pull of my beer.

  “I figured. I think the fun part would be the demolition, not lifting the heavy shit.”

  “Yeah, you could probably use it,” I teased.

  Spencer was still tired and cranky most of the time. The kickboxing wasn’t working that well, and she probably could have used Ryan’s walls to get her frustration out.

  “Probably,” she said. “I might have a solution.”

  “What? Killing everyone you come into contact with?”

  “Very funny,” she said, sticking out her tongue. “I gotta pee, and then I will tell you my idea.”

  I laughed, returning my attention back to the game as Spencer walked upstairs to our room. I didn’t think anything of her using the upstairs bathroom until she returned.

  “Happy Father’s Day,” she said, handing me a gift bag.

  “Father’s Day?” I asked, looking in the bag and pulling out a long bracelet-shaped box out of the bag.

  “Well, it’s tomorrow, but figured it was okay to give you your present now.”

  “Jewelry?” I asked, holding the same box I gave Spencer for her first birthday we were together. “Did Niner get me this?”

  “Just open it, Babe.”

  I slowly opened the lid, a smile spread across my face and I felt my eyes become teary.

  “You’re pregnant?” I asked, holding the pregnancy test in my hand.

  “Yes,” she said, her own tears forming in her eyes.

  I set the box on the table, picked Spencer up and spun her around in my arms. “If he’s anything like me, he’s going to marry his everything.”

  “And if she’s anything like me, she’s going to marry her everything.”

  EPILOGUE

  The last nine months had gone fast. Spencer’s angry state turned into a horny state, and man was I loving that she was pregnant. We did it everywhere!

  What I didn’t like about Spencer being pregnant was that she wasn’t sleeping well. She would wake up at all hours of the night, and before falling back to sleep, she would eat half a roll of Oreo’s.

  It got to the point where I had boxes stuffed into our nightstands, my dresser, under the bed—wherever there was room. Spencer couldn’t go up and down the stairs all night, and I was sleep deprived from her waking me.

  But I wouldn’t change a single thing.

  Spencer was having my baby, and we were having a boy.

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nbsp; Jason and I talked about our boys being best friends like us. How they’d never let anything happen to the other. How we couldn’t wait for them to play football, and how they were going to make us grey before we’re forty if they’re anything like us.

  Kyle Corbin Montgomery was going to help me protect his mother just like I’d promised her father I would, and we had our whole life to do it.

  *~*~*

  “You better have gotten Spencer a push present,” Becca said, Jason Jr. on her hip.

  “A what?” I asked, wide-eyed.

  “A push present. You know, because she’s pushing a baby through her hoo ha.”

  That made my dick hurt just thinking about it. I had no idea how a baby was going to fit, but all the classes we took and the books we read said she would dilate and the baby would come out.

  “Okay? This is the first I’m hearing of it. What should I get her?”

  “See, this is why you need me in your life. Jason got me nothing, and this way, you won’t mess up with Spencer.”

  “I’m sorry, Bec. Make him buy you something.”

  “Oh, he’s buying me a new car with the next kid.”

  “A car? How expensive are push presents?”

  “It all depends, but since you can afford it, you better get her something nice. You’re the one that knocked her up.”

  I sat at my desk, thinking about this push present situation. Men needed a rule book or something. How the hell was I supposed to know that I was supposed to give Spencer a present for birthing our child?

  *~*~*

  “It’s time,” Spencer whispered in my ear.

  My eyes shot open, seeing Spencer’s beautiful face in the glow of the bathroom light. “It’s time?”

  “Yeah.” She smiled.

  “It’s time? It’s time! Oh shit, it’s time! Okay, everything’s in the car, we got this.” Niner barked, probably wondering what the hell was going on. “You’re getting a baby brother today,” I said, patting his head.

  I helped Spencer into the car, sent a group text to all our friends and family, and drove us to the hospital.

  Holy shit I was going to be a father!

  After checking in, Spencer was given a room, and we waited and waited.