Wanting Spencer (B&S Series #2.5) Page 2

  I couldn’t speak, and I resisted the urge to groan as I started to spurt my hot cum. My hands gripped the edge of the bench as Spencer held still, my cock all the way down her throat. The first two spurts went directly down the back of her throat, followed immediately by her stroking and rotating both hands around my shaft and head as she bobbed up and down with her mouth to finish me off.

  She looked up at me with a sexy grin while I lay motionless with my hands over my face. She knew she had just rocked my world.

  “Well... guess I'm buying this dress,” Spencer said, laughing as she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Definitely!”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Spencer’s parents arrived on Saturday, and even though Spencer told us that she was fine, we all knew she wasn’t. She woke up every evening from nightmares, and I just wrapped her in my arms as she cried softly until she fell asleep again.

  I wanted to kill Christy. I wasn’t a very angry person, but what Christy did was inexcusable, and she deserved whatever was coming to her. There was one thing I knew about Christy’s future; she was going to make someone very happy in jail by being their little bitch.

  I was anxious to get to work and review the video cameras. I wanted to go in on Saturday, but I couldn’t leave Spencer. Her façade was slowly fading away, and I needed to be there for her when it was completely gone.

  By Sunday, Spencer was emotionally drained, everything finally hitting her. While she took a nap, I texted Jason. He didn’t think I was coming in, but I needed to see the footage; it was killing me inside.

  Me: Headed to work. Meet me there.

  “I need to run to work for about thirty minutes,” I said to Spencer’s parents, grabbing my keys.

  Spencer’s mom, Julie, walked over to me. “I know this is hard on you, too. Go get some fresh air. Take longer than thirty minutes if you need to. We’ll take care of Spencer.”

  “I’m sure you need to punch something. Don’t you have a punching bag at your gym?” Kevin asked.

  My phone buzzed in my hand—probably a reply from Jason.

  “I do. I want to be here when she wakes up. It’s all my fault.”

  “Well,” Kevin started to say, but was cut off by Julie.

  “It’s not your fault. People break up all the time. That girl is just sick in the head.”

  “Yeah, she is. I’ll be back soon.”

  I read my text message as I headed out the front door:

  Jason: I thought you weren’t coming in?

  Me: I want to be there when you review the cameras.

  Jason: I’ll be there in 10.

  *~*~*

  I pulled up to Club 24 just as Jason did. I was relieved, because if he wasn’t already there, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to wait for him to review the security cameras.

  “You look like you didn’t sleep,” Jason said, walking to the front doors as I waited for him.

  “Barely. This whole thing has me stressed.”

  “How’s Spencer holding up?”

  We nodded to Ari at the front desk and continued to the stairs that led to our offices.

  “Like it was a fight on a playground or something during the day, but she’s having nightmares at night.”

  “Maybe she needs to see a therapist?”

  “I would do and pay for anything she needed. This is all my fault.”

  “Dude, none of us knew Christy was capable of attempted murder… or would try anything like that. We just thought she was crazy.”

  “I know,” I said, unlocking my office.

  “I’ll meet you in the Control Room in five,” he said, unlocking his office.

  I walked into my office, booted up my computer, and checked my office voicemail. I had a message from one of the Club 24 members, Teresa Robinson. I sighed as I heard her voice through the headset:

  “Brandon, it’s Teresa. I missed seeing you Thursday like I always do. Jay told me that you were in Seattle for the weekend. See you on Monday, Sweetheart.”

  I wasn’t sure why she felt the need to leave me a voicemail message, but she did. Every Thursday, she would come to see me and Jason in our offices, bearing gifts. We always tried turning them down, but after her twentieth attempt, we started taking them.

  They started off small: tickets to a show, tickets to the Giants games (which we declined because we had our own), boxes of chocolates, cupcakes, brownies, and invitations to her house for some sort of party she was throwing. We hadn’t accepted any invitations to her house, and I wasn’t sure if we ever would. I had a fear that she would lock me in a room and never let me leave so I could be her sex slave. I shivered at the thought.

  I didn’t know why she picked Thursdays to come up to our offices nor why she always insisted on bringing us gifts. She begged me each time she saw me to personally train her, but I always turned her down and told her I hired other people for that.

  Jason loved seeing Teresa—of course, she wasn’t after him. She wanted me, and even when I told her that I had a girlfriend, that didn’t stop her.

  She hadn’t done anything to have her membership revoked, and really, she spent a lot of money at our facility, so I wasn’t going to take her membership away.

  I deleted Teresa’s message and exited my office just as Jason did his. My palms became sweaty, and I was anxious to see this fucker’s face on my security feed so I could keep an eye out for him and kick his ass.

  He would know who Spencer’s boyfriend was after I was done with him.

  I paced nervously in the small space where our security monitors were kept, next to all the electrical equipment that kept the gym running. Jason took the seat, and I watched as he backtracked through the saved footage to the day Spencer told me the fucker was outside my business stalking her.

  “You’re making me nervous,” Jason said.

  “Just hurry up.”

  “It’s not like you can do anything right now.”

  “What if he’s in here right now?”

  “True,” Jason said, returning back to the screen.

  I continued to pace back and forth behind his chair while I waited for what seemed like an hour for him to find the right date and time.

  “Here.”

  Jason stopped the footage when we saw Spencer arrive at the gym, get off the bus, and walk inside. Shortly after, a red car pulled into the parking lot and parked almost out of view of the cameras. We waited as the seconds ticked forward on the screen, but no one exited the car.

  “That has to be him,” I said.

  “Yeah, I can’t see the plates. Can you?”

  “No, he’s too far away. Plus we have shitty cameras.”

  “They’re not shitty; he’s just out of range.”

  “Can’t you zoom in?” I asked anxiously.

  “I did, but it still cuts him off. It’s like he knew.”

  “Fuck!” I groaned.

  “Calm down,” Jason said, turning around in the chair slightly to face me. “Let me speed it up until he gets out. We know he gets out and talks to Spencer.”

  “Okay, hurry up.”

  “Keep your panties on, Bro.”

  I punched him lightly on the arm. “Just remember this could be Bec.”

  “I know.” He sighed.

  During the hour and half that Spencer was inside, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, nor did the fucker get out of his car… until two minutes before she exited.

  My chest clenched as my brain sent signals to it that this guy knew when she would be leaving.

  Did he have someone on the inside telling him she was leaving? Did he watch her every move and know her routine? How did he know I wasn’t there? I usually drove her home. And why did he come and wait over an hour if he knew what time she would be done? Was he hoping she would leave early?

  “There!” I pointed.

  “I see,” Jason said, giving me an annoyed look, and then slowed the feed so we could watch.

  The guy go
t out of his car, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball hat. There was no way to see his face as he walked towards the front doors with his face turned towards the street, avoiding the cameras.

  “This is creepy,” Jason said.

  “Gee, thanks.”

  “Sorry, it’s like he knew where the cameras were…”

  “And when she would be leaving.”

  “Yeah.”

  “I know.” I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest. I didn’t like any of it one bit.

  Just like Spencer had told me, we watched as she literally ran into the guy coming out the front doors. My body tightened as I watched the contact, realizing that he could just have grabbed her, and we would have never seen his face.

  We watched as he stood with his back to the cameras, Spencer pointing over her shoulder in the direction of the bus stop, him pointing to his car, and Spencer jogging off to catch the bus. Once she was inside, the guy turned, again avoiding the cameras, and got back into his car and drove the opposite way of the bus.

  “I’m just putting this out there, but if I was stalking someone, I would have followed the bus.”

  “I know.” I sighed again. My brain was trying to process everything—the whole situation—what Spencer told me about Vegas, MoMo’s, and now this.

  “We should call the cops.”

  “And say what? ‘My girlfriend is being stalked by a guy we don’t know, and we have security footage of him, but he hides his face’?”

  “Well not when you put it like that.”

  “I just don’t think there is anything for the cops to do. Let’s add another camera and hire a few security guards to walk the property.”

  “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing about the security guards. I don’t want Becca to go through this, too.”

  “Me either. Also, I’m buying Spencer a fucking car!”

  *~*~*

  When I arrived back home, Spencer was still sleeping. I crawled into bed with her, pulling her against me, and held her until she woke.

  *~*~*

  “Are you sure you want to go to work today?” I asked Spencer.

  Spencer and I both took Monday and Tuesday off… well, besides when I went in to look at the video feed. Spencer didn’t know I left, and I wasn’t going to tell her. It was a wasted trip anyway. I was also prepared to take the whole week off, if not more, if she needed me to.

  “I’m not going to let her win.”

  “Babe…”

  “It’s fine. So we got into a fight.” Spencer shrugged.

  She fucking shrugged!

  “A fight where…” I stopped myself. Spencer didn’t want to think about it, and I didn’t want to think about it, so I dropped it. “Okay, let’s go.”

  Even before everything that happened Friday night, I still took Spencer to work every morning. I loved doing it and could since I made my own schedule. I would pick her up from work when I was able, but I was usually in the middle of some sort of business and rushing to finish so we could work out together once she got to the gym.

  Working out together was one of my favorite times of the day. I loved watching her sweat and her muscles flex; it was just sexy as hell.

  I pulled up in front of her office building, and before she could lean over and kiss me goodbye, I spoke. “If you need me to come get you, just call me.”

  “I’ll be fine.”

  “I know, but just in case. I’ll be here—just call.”

  “I will.” Spencer kissed me. “But I will see you at the gym tonight.”

  “Okay, I love you,” I said, giving her another kiss.

  “Love you, too.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  For the past two weeks, I watched the parking lot of Club 24 like a hawk, keeping an eye out for that red car. I scanned the parking lot when I arrived to work, when I grabbed lunch, when Spencer and I would leave for the night—basically every time I stepped foot out of those double doors.

  I never saw it. Never saw him.

  I couldn’t even feel relieved, because given what Spencer said, this guy only came out of the woodworks when I wasn’t around—when I was out of town and couldn’t protect her.

  I didn’t like that Spencer still rode the bus, and I wanted to buy her a car as soon as possible. I knew that hopping on the bus and riding down to the gym was cheaper than paying for parking in the city, but I just wanted Spencer to be safe. I would spend everything I had to keep her safe.

  Before I could go shopping for one that very day, Becca stopped me and said I needed to do it at the right time. She thought that if I shoved a car at Spencer, then she might either run away because we were in a new relationship and I was trying to control her, or she’d be even more scared because I showed that I was scared.

  It was like a catch twenty-two.

  “I like Spencer, but are you sure you want to buy her a car? That’s an expensive gift,” Becca said.

  “Bec…” I started to protest.

  She held up her hands in front of her. “I know. You want Spencer to be safe… we all do. But a car? What happened to the jewelry step?”

  “We are obviously not in a normal relationship. My ex-girlfriend tried to kill her, for Christ’s sake.”

  “I know, but are you sure you’re ready to invest in a car for her?”

  “I’m ready to invest in more than a car. I love her, Bec.”

  “I know that, too. But what if she breaks your heart?”

  “She won’t. I know she won’t. She had every reason to walk away after Friday, and she didn’t.”

  “She hasn’t, yet.”

  I glared at my best friend. Did she know something I didn’t? She and Spencer were becoming good friends.

  “She won’t. I just moved in with her.”

  “You did?” Becca questioned.

  “I did,” I replied, leaning back in my chair.

  “Well, Christmas is coming, B. Just make it her present.” Becca stood and walked out of my office. I hated how she always tried to get the last word.

  When Becca and I had our conversation the Wednesday I returned to work after that horrid Friday, we were only three weeks from Christmas, but it felt like I would have to wait a year. Spencer and I were leaving a few days before Christmas to go to my parents’ house in Texas, so I would have to give Spencer the car early, and that gave me a little peace of mind.

  I just needed to figure out what kind of car I wanted to buy for my girl.

  *~*~*

  I was engrossed in sales reports when there was a knock on my office door. I looked up as Teresa Robinson walked into my office and shut the door behind her. It was Thursday, and right on cue, Teresa was coming into my office.

  “Hey Sweetheart, I saw Jason downstairs, and he told me you were up here.”

  I usually was.

  “How are you this evening, Mrs. Robinson?” I asked. Before I could stand to walk with her out of my office so I could change into my workout clothes, she sat in a chair in front of my desk.

  “What do I need to do to get you to call me Teresa?” She smiled and batted her eyes at me.

  “Okay… Teresa, how are you this evening?”

  Teresa leaned forward, and out of habit, my eyes shifted down to the cleavage spilling from her hot pink tank top, and then quickly back up to her eyes.

  “Better now,” she said, smiling. “Would you come to my New Year’s Eve party that I’m throwing? I’ve invited all the staff.” She leaned over more, and I resisted looking this time and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping to put up a barrier between us.

  “Mrs…”

  “Oh, come on, Brandon.”

  “Teresa, I have an appointment to get to soon, and I won’t be able to attend your party. Jason and I will be in Seattle for the opening of our new gym,” I said quickly.

  “Oh…” She frowned.

  “Now...”

  “Maybe your plans will change?” Teresa asked, pouting, then flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned ove
r further towards me, her elbows resting on my desk. If she were to lean any further, she would be sprawled out in front of me.

  I glanced at my watch, wondering if it were time for Spencer to arrive and save me from this woman. It was as if something told me to look out my office window, and that’s when my eyes met my brunette hottie’s eyes.

  A smile automatically appeared across my face, just like it did every time I saw her. For a slight second, panic was in her eyes until they flicked down and saw my smile. I knew instantly what that look was for, but there was no way in hell that I would ever, ever, ever cheat on her.

  Spencer smiled back as I stood, ignoring Teresa, and walked over to my closed office door.

  Fucking Teresa! She would close the door behind her.

  I opened the door just as Spencer approached, and I reached out, grabbing her hand and lacing our fingers. I didn’t want Spencer to have any doubt about the way I felt about her. I loved her. I only wanted her, and I would show her every chance I got.

  “Teresa, you remember my girlfriend, Spencer?”

  “Yes... yes, Spencer, how nice to see you again.”

  I could feel the tension pouring off each woman, even though Spencer did her best to hide it. “Nice to see you again as well. Sorry for interrupting, but we have our six o'clock...”

  “Right. You’ll have to excuse me, Teresa, but Spencer and I have an important appointment to get to,” I said, moving out of my office doorway, hoping Teresa would follow so I could lock it and leave quickly.

  “Okay, just let me know if you change your mind,” Teresa said as she reached out and rubbed my arm when she started to walk past me. I knew she did it just to piss Spencer off.

  “I won’t,” I said firmly.

  “Well, the offer still stands if things change,” she said as she finally turned around to walk down the hall.

  “Again, Teresa, they won’t. You have a nice day.”

  “What does she want this time?” Spencer asked as I turned off the lights in my office and locked the door.