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  Paul still talked in my ear, but still all I could say was “uh huh” over and over as I leaned down between Spencer’s parted legs, licking up her sweet nectar.

  “Paul, can you hold on for just a minute?” I asked as the phone started to slip.

  If this was a dream or wasn’t a dream, I didn’t want anyone disturbing what was happening. I stood, walking over and locking the door. My luck, Blake would walk in and fuck more shit up.

  “All I need is for a Jason or Blake to walk in on this—or worse, a client,” I said.

  “Blake’s here?”

  “Yeah, he’s hanging out until I can drive him home after I get done with a couple of things,” I said, sitting back in my chair.

  “Oh, I should let you do your work then.” Spencer started to slide off the desk, but I grabbed her hips, keeping her in place.

  “No, no. You stay put. You’re not going to get me all… hungry and then leave me,” I said, licking my lips and tasting Spencer. “Sorry about that, Paul. My lunch just got here and I only have a few minutes to eat it,” I said, picking the phone back up, my eyes never leaving Spencer as I spoke.

  Spencer threw her head back, laughing silently, and I took her by surprise as I returned my mouth to her pussy.

  “Uh huh,” I repeated again. This time mumbled, not lifting my mouth from her lips.

  “Alright, I’ll submit the offer,” Paul said.

  Oh thank God. I needed to focus on my… lunch.

  “Yes, do it. Call me tomorrow when you’ve heard from them. Okay, bye,” I said, not waiting for Paul to say anything else.

  I reached out, hanging the phone on its base, still not removing my mouth from Spencer’s heat. My tongue continued to lick, shoveling her juice into my mouth, my thumb rubbing her clit in circles. Spencer’s hands ran through my hair like clockwork, and my dick was aching, wanting to be freed. I adjusted myself as I slipped two fingers inside her.

  She moaned, her pussy clenching my fingers. Then her center contracted and her cum seeped out into my mouth as I continued to drink from her.

  Spencer laid back on my desk, panting. My head no longer hurt from my hangover. I could get used to this if eating pussy was all it took to cure a hangover.

  I was already getting used to the no condom situation. I pulled my pants down to my knees, ran the tip of my dick through Spencer’s cum and slid in.

  “Never expected that this day would turn into having a nooner,” I said, whispering in Spencer’s ear as my hips thrust into her.

  “Me either. I didn’t know what to think when I woke up and you weren’t there,” she said, wrapping her legs around my waist, causing me to go deeper.

  “I’m so sorry, Baby. Before I knew it, I was so drunk. I don’t remember Becca picking us up or going to their house. I just woke up in their guestroom.” I kissed Spencer, wishing I’d woken up with her in my arms instead of my jackass of a brother who I thought was Spencer in my haze.

  I kissed along Spencer’s throat, working my way down to her tits, lifting her t-shirt as I went. Pulling the cup of her bra down, I freed her boob and bent down, taking her nipple into my mouth. It instantly puckered as my tongue swirled around it.

  “We’ll talk about this later,” she moaned.

  “Come here,” I said, sliding out of her and sitting in my chair. “Turn around.”

  Spencer didn’t hesitate as she turned, her ass right in my face.

  Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on her backside. “Step back and guide my cock into you,” I said.

  I unhooked Spencer’s bra and slid my hands around to her front, cupping each breast as she stepped back and sank onto my shaft. Her t-shirt was still around her neck from when I lifted it while she was on my desk, and I leaned forward, kissing her smooth back as she slid up and down.

  Thank the Lord that Spencer wasn’t mad at me for not coming home!

  “Babe, I’m gonna come soon,” I said.

  “Me too,” she panted.

  I was on the verge of exploding, and I didn’t want to come before Spencer, so I reached around her with my hand and begun rubbing her clit with two fingers. I could feel her body start to tighten around me, and I circled her clit faster, groaning as we both met our release, our bodies covered with sweat and the alcohol releasing from my pores.

  That was definitely the best hangover cure!

  *~*~*

  Of all days, today was not the day I wanted to deal with Spencer’s ex. I was finally starting to feel better after lunch with Spencer, and I had no patience to deal with this motherfucker. But of course, Travis couldn’t let shit go.

  “Come in,” I said when there was a knock on my office door. I glanced up, seeing Travis walk in. He had a lot of nerve coming into my place of business after our last run in at Max and Ryan’s wedding. “What are you doing here?”

  “You should be happy it’s me and not the cops,” he said with a smug smile on his face. A smile I wanted to punch again.

  “And that means?”

  “I thought long and hard about it,” he said, sitting in the chair that Spencer had recently left. “I mean, I’m an attorney and I know the law. I could have you arrested for assault and battery.”

  This asshole really did had some nerve. I was sick and tired of people fucking with my and Spencer’s lives. This guy was nothing but a pain in my ass and I was done... but he was right, he could have had me arrested for punching him.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back in my desk chair.

  He chuckled. “Really?”

  “Yeah. Really.” My eyebrows furrowed and I glared at him.

  “You don’t remember breaking my nose?”

  Oh I remembered, motherfucker.

  “Nope,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Interesting.”

  “You know, come to think of it, I saw you run right into a wall.”

  “Run into a wall?”

  “Yep. You were so drunk, you just ran right into that wall that popped out of nowhere.”

  “Do you really think that story will fly with a judge?”

  “Do you really think your story will fly? You came to a wedding drunk. A wedding you weren’t invited to and harassed my fiancé.”

  “Fiancé?”

  “Yes, fiancé.”

  “You asked Spencer to marry you?”

  “Look, dude, I’m done. Why don’t you just give up? You fucked up and ruined the best thing to ever happen to you. Your loss is my gain. So, cut your losses and move on. You look pathetic.”

  “So you don’t think that you owe me for punching me in the face?”

  “Again, you ran into a wall.” I was surprised I was keeping my cool with this conversation. On the inside, I was itching to throw him out my office window.

  “You broke my nose. You should at least pay for my medical bills.”

  “I didn’t punch you.”

  My office door opened, and Blake and Jason walked in.

  “What’s going on?” Jason asked.

  “Our buddy Travis here claims that I punched him at Max’s wedding and broke his nose.”

  “Really? I remember he ran into a wall when he was drunk off his ass,” Jason said.

  I tried to hide my smile, thankful that Jason somehow said the same lie as me.

  “Who’s this guy?” Blake asked.

  “Spencer’s ex,” Jason and I said in unison.

  “The motherfucker that she walked in on?” Blake asked, taking a step closer to Travis.

  Travis stood. “You can expect to hear from my lawyer.”

  “I thought you were one?” Jason asked.

  Before Travis could respond, I spoke. “Look, Travis. Just leave. Do yourself a favor and stay away from Spencer. Stay away from me. Stay away from my work, or that wall you ran into might be put up again.”

  “Is that some sort of a threat?”

  “Threat? Did you two hear me threaten him?”

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sp; “No,” Blake and Jason said, shaking their heads.

  “Looks like you have no witnesses to any of your allegations, Counselor.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  “Did you just call my brother a manwhore?” I asked Spencer, walking into the living room with three beers.

  “Yeah, I sure did. I’m sorry, but I can’t just sit here and have him cheat on someone who I consider my friend,” she said, standing.

  “You don’t even know her!” Blake yelled, taking a beer from me.

  “Stacey and I have been talking since Christmas. Didn’t she tell you that I got her in touch with my friend Audrey in L.A.?” Spencer asked, starting to raise her voice.

  Damn, apparently I shouldn’t have left them in the same room together, even if it was for a minute to grab more beer. I didn’t blame Spencer for looking out for her friend, but Blake was right, too, Spencer had only just met Stacey in December seven months prior.

  “She mentioned it, but I didn’t know you two were buddy buddy now.”

  “You know what? If you break her heart again, I will kick you in the balls for her!” Spencer shouted and stormed off upstairs.

  “Your woman’s feisty,” Blake said, taking a pull of his beer.

  “She is, and I bet she can kick your ass,” I said, laughing and taking a sip of my beer. I flinched as I heard Spencer slam the door to our bedroom. “And I’d let her.”

  “Whatever. This is my life, why can’t you people leave me alone?”

  “First of all, you’re under my roof—Spencer’s roof. Don’t come in here thinking that we’re going to pretend you’re not here so you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

  “It’s not like I’m some kid that will burn down the house.”

  “No, but seriously, Spencer’s a chick. I’ve learned not to talk shit about any woman’s friends. Wait until you meet Ryan,” I said, shaking my head. “You think Spencer’s feisty? Not even close.”

  “Too bad she’s not single then. I like’em that way.”

  “Look, do us all a favor and figure out what you’re doing with Stacey,” I said, wanting to add “and when you’re leaving” to the end of the sentence, but decided not to as I walked up the stairs to check on my girl. I knew how frustrating Blake was to deal with.

  “Babe?” I said, walking into the bedroom.

  I sat on the side of the bed, Spencer lying face down on it, and sat her beer on the nightstand.

  “Are you mad at me?” she asked, turning just her head towards me.

  “Why would I be mad at you?”

  “Because I just yelled at your brother.”

  “Babe, my brother’s a handful. Always has been. He doesn’t use his fucking head, and he gets in a lot of trouble. Trust me, I’ve said worse to him,” I said, lying beside Spencer to face her.

  “Yeah, but that’s your brother. I barely know him.”

  “That’s true, but you know what I love about you?” I asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

  “Well, I hope there’s more than one thing,” she teased.

  “There’s definitely more than one thing, but I love that you don’t take shit from anyone—not even my brother—especially when it involves one of your friends.”

  “You’re right. He just needs to stop stringing her along. This is going to crush her.”

  “Who said he was going to break up with her?”

  “No one, but he’s asking if my friends are single. Someone who is dating someone else shouldn’t be asking that question and shouldn’t be running away.”

  “Babe, don’t worry about Blake. He’s a big boy. When he’s sixty and alone, he’ll regret it.” I leaned down, kissing her lips. “So you’re hanging out with Ryan tomorrow?”

  “Yeah, we’re meeting for lunch. She wants to give me all her old bridal magazines and stuff.”

  “Good, you better hurry up and plan this wedding so I can marry your ass,” I said, rolling on top of her, making her squeal.

  “Oh hell no. I’m not planning this by myself,” she said, reaching between us to pinch and…fuck!

  “Ouch! Alright, alright, I’ll help you!” I said, rubbing my nipple.

  “See, if I can kick your ass, I can kick grandma’s ass.”

  “Grandma?”

  “Mrs. Robinson.”

  “Oh God, you’re still hung up on her?”

  “I saw her today when I was leaving to go back to work.”

  “Babe, you know she’s a member of the gym.”

  “I know. There’s just something about her. She wants to put her cougar claws in something that isn’t hers.”

  “Me?” I asked. I wasn’t the only one that Teresa wanted. She wanted every one of my male staff.

  “Yeah, you.”

  “I barely even see her anymore. I think she has finally acknowledged that I’m taken,” I said, leaning down to kiss her softly again.

  “Well after today, I hope that announcement is loud and clear.”

  “So that’s why you kissed me like that today?”

  “Yeah—staking my claim.”

  “This is all the claim you need,” I said, holding up her left hand.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  One week turned into two. Blake wasn’t leaving, and being the older, protective brother, I wasn’t throwing him out, either. He started coming into work with me every day and actually working. I should have known that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon, but I’d hoped he just wanted to make money to get back to Texas.

  “I’ve gathered you both here today,” Blake started to say. Blake called a house meeting. Again, I should have known he was up to something.

  We all started laughing.

  “What are you a preacher now?” I asked.

  “Far from it, Bro,” he said. That was true; Blake was no saint.

  “Alright, so what’s up?” Spencer asked.

  “Please promise me you’ll listen to everything I have to say before you make your decision,” Blake said.

  “Okay?” I questioned.

  “First, I would like to tell you both that I’m thankful for you letting me stay with you these last few days. I know I said only a week, and well, it’s been thirteen days, but who’s counting, right?” He smiled.

  “Spill it,” I said, taking a sip of my beer.

  “Okay so… you know how I’m a bartender back home?”

  “Yeah?” I questioned again.

  “Well, I think San Francisco would be an awesome place to bartend and maybe even open my own bar.”

  “Okay?” I asked, wanting him to just spit out what he wanted to say.

  “So… I was hoping that you guys would let me move in permanently—well until I get a good job and can move into my own place in the city.”

  My head turned towards Spencer, eyes wide, and I waited for her to protest.

  “Let Spencer and me talk it over real quick,” I said.

  “Yeah, sure. Take your time,” he said.

  Spencer and I stepped out of the dining room, and surprisingly, we both decided he could stay with us temporarily.

  I had to put my foot down, though, and made sure that Blake was one hundred percent clear that he needed to be out before Spencer and I got married. I planned on consummating our marriage on every inch of our house, and I didn’t need Blake standing in the way—literally.

  *~*~*

  “I wanna marry you tomorrow,” I said, watching Spencer work shampoo into her hair, the water cascading down her breast, her stomach, her pussy.

  “We just told your brother that he could live with us but has to move out before we get married. I think that might be a little short notice,” she said, leaning her head back to rinse the shampoo out.

  “I know, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I want everyone to know that you’re Mrs. Brandon Montgomery.”

  I didn’t care if we needed to hop on a plane to Vegas and elope. After all, Vegas was where it all officially started.

  “Tell me something—how did you
stay single for so long?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, staring at her wet tits.

  Spencer moved, motioning for us to switch places in the shower.

  “You’re like the perfect guy. How did someone not snatch you up before me?”

  Perfect? How was I perfect? My ex-girlfriend tried to murder my girlfriend because she was in cahoots with an old college classmate who held a grudge for twelve years.

  Before Spencer, I was attracted to batshit crazy bitches. Spencer was different. She had a good heart, wasn’t after my money, and she was my forever. If she ever left me, I would be done. My life would be over. I’d never wanted anything as much as I wanted Spencer to have my last name.

  I didn’t like Spencer questioning why she was special. The more she doubted what she meant to me, the more I worried that she would have enough of my past and leave me.

  I stopped lathering my chest and backed Spencer against the white tiled wall of the shower, caging her in between my arms that rested on each side of her.

  “How many times do I have to tell you that you aren’t like all the other girls I’ve dated? You’re the one. My soul mate. My better half. Whatever you want to call it. We’re getting married, and we’re going to be together until one of us is no longer breathing. I never felt that with any other girl before. So stop doubting anything that’s in your head.”

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Spencer, I’m serious. It’s you and me forever, and I want forever to start tomorrow.”

  “We can’t elope. Do you know how much our families would hate us? How much Ryan would hate us? She’s looking forward to paying me back for all the penis attire.” She smiled.

  “You mean this penis attire?” I asked, nudging my hardening cock in between her legs, trying to lighten the mood.

  “No. We aren’t showing that penis off in public,” she said, reaching her hand down between us and grabbing my length.

  I groaned, loving the feel of her wet hand sliding along my dick. This was much better than fighting.

  “We can’t get married tomorrow, but I’m sure we can get married soon. I have enough materials to plan a wedding overnight, thanks to Ryan.”

  “Fine, we’ll get married this weekend.”

  “Did you forget the part about Ryan wanting to pay me back for making her wear everything penis?”