Wanting Spencer (B&S Series #2.5) Page 4

  I didn’t know why I did it, but I did. Maybe it was because I wanted Acyn to smell what we had just done. Maybe it was a bad idea, but I felt like it was me marking my territory.

  “Hey, what do you think you’re doing? Those are mine,” she said, sticking out her hand for them.

  “Actually, I just claimed you, so they’re mine,” I said with a wink.

  “No, no, I need my panties back.”

  “Why?”

  “I can't just walk around without underwear on,” she protested.

  “Sure you can.”

  “Seriously, you want me to walk out of here with no underwear on? We’re at my company’s holiday party!”

  “I'm not sure if I’m done with you, yet,” I said as I grabbed her hand and walked to the door.

  I really wasn’t. The way she tempted and teased me most of the night was still making me a little hard. I had no doubt I could go another round, but I was hoping I could last until we made it home where I didn’t have to worry about us being caught.

  There was something about the feeling of being caught at any moment, but I knew Spencer’s work wasn’t the place to be caught at. I wanted to take my time with her.

  “What do you mean you aren't sure if you’re done with me, yet?”

  “My right hand barely got to touch you. It likes to touch you.”

  “What?” She laughed nervously.

  “You're in a dress with no underwear on. My hand might get cold when we’re sitting downstairs at the table.”

  “You better not!”

  “Challenge accepted,” I said and opened her office door, winking at her.

  “I swear to God, you better behave!” She shoved my shoulder a little.

  “You'll just have to wait and see.”

  *~*~*

  I only had a few more days to buy Spencer a car before we left for my parents. I didn’t know what she would like, and I couldn’t ask her. I wanted it to be a surprise, and I was certain that she wouldn’t think that I was smothering her with it.

  Spencer wasn’t talking about the attack with Christy anymore, and she hadn’t had a nightmare in over a week. The District Attorney had been working with Spencer to build the case against Christy, but for now Christy was behind bars and wouldn’t be hurting Spencer.

  Spencer’s boss had given her a new assignment, and each night we discussed what exercise move they would feature on the website. I thought that it was taking her mind off of everything.

  I hadn’t seen the stalker, either. I still looked every day, hoping to see that red car so I could at least get a glimpse of the asshole. Spencer, Ryan, and Max were of no help in telling me what he looked like, too. All they could tell me was that he was about my height and had blonde hair.

  “Ready to go?” Becca asked, knocking on my office door.

  “Yeah, is Jason?”

  “He’s already downstairs.”

  I grabbed my jacket, shrugging it on, and started to walk down with her to the front desk where Jason was waiting.

  “How are you holding up?” I asked.

  “Good,” she said with a tight smile.

  I’m sure that Becca would have been even more devastated if she had lost the baby, but since she was never pregnant, she was handling it pretty well. She was searching Seattle for a spot where we could have our New Year’s Eve party, calling it her last hurrah. We all hoped that it was… at least for a few years when she could leave her kid with a babysitter.

  “Ready?” Jason asked.

  “Yeah,” I said, and we walked through the front doors and to Jason’s Mercedes.

  “What dealership do you want to hit first?” he asked.

  “BMW.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “What’s that?” Spencer asked when we arrived home.

  “Well I couldn’t bring it on the plane tomorrow,” I said, laughing.

  “Is that… that’s not for me, is it?”

  “Yes.”

  “You bought me a car?” she asked, looking over at me with a huge smile that grabbed my heart and held on.

  “Yep, Merry Christmas!” I said, leaning over and kissing her softly.

  “You really bought me a car?” she asked.

  “Yes, Babe, I really bought you a car.”

  She got out of my Range Rover, and I did the same. I expected her to run up to her new black BMW, but instead, she ran over to me and jumped in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “You really seriously bought me a car?” she asked again.

  “Yes,” I said again, laughing at her. I kissed her forehead and put her back on the ground.

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe you bought me a Bimmer!” she said, and went to the driver side door, running her hand along the black metallic paint.

  “Do you like it?” I asked jokingly. I could tell that she did by the huge smile that was spread across her face.

  “I love it!”

  She opened the door and slid into the black leather seat.

  “It has butt warmers, too,” I said. “I know how much you like your butt warmed.”

  She clapped excitedly and looked up. “And a sunroof?”

  “Yes, Babe, it even has an adapter for your iPhone that will charge your phone and let you talk hands free.”

  When Jason, Becca, and I went to the dealership, I insisted that the car have all the bells and whistles, including anything that would keep my girl safe. It was bad enough that she had to drive the narrow streets of San Francisco, but I didn’t want her doing it while on her phone.

  “Oh my God, I love you so much!” she said and got out of the car to hug me again.

  *~*~*

  I wasn’t sure how Spencer pulled it off, but she did. She got Cowboy tickets for us as my Christmas present. I was stoked! I couldn’t remember the last time that I had been to a game, and I hadn’t even thought about going when we were in Texas. In my mind, the trip to Texas was to spend time with my parents—and hopefully my brother. I didn’t know we would be spending time at a Cowboys game.

  “Want to join the Mile High Club?” I asked.

  Spencer stopped reading on her Kindle and glanced over at me. “You’re funny.”

  “Come on, it will be fun,” I whispered.

  “You’re crazy. We can’t fit in there, and do you know how nasty those bathrooms are?”

  “You’re killing me right now,” I said.

  Just the thought about fucking Spencer had my cock hard.

  “You do that to yourself.” She laughed.

  “You’re so sexy,” I said, leaning over and running my hand along her thigh, inching it towards the inside of it.

  “You can wait a few days. We just had sex last night.”

  “A few days?” I asked, pulling my head back and looking at her like she had lost her damn mind.

  “Yes. A few days. We’ll be home before you know it.”

  “First of all, we aren’t waiting a few days. My parent’s house is big. Second of all, I leave for Seattle the morning after we return home. We aren’t waiting.”

  “Well, we aren’t doing it now,” she whispered.

  “Haven’t you always wanted to join the Mile High Club?”

  “I’ve thought about it until I go to the bathroom in there. It’s fucking nasty.”

  “Fine, but tonight in the hotel room, you’re mine. I don’t care if we’re both exhausted from getting up early, traveling all day and from the long drive to Dallas,” I said, taking my hand off her thigh.

  Since when did Spencer deny me?

  *~*~*

  “Ready for your other present?” Spencer asked as we headed towards the baggage claim.

  “Yeah?” I questioned.

  “You’re going to really like it.”

  “Did my mom pick it out?”

  I was confused. We just arrived in Houston, and Spencer was asking if I was ready for another present. Were my parents bringing it?

  “Something like that.” She laughed.
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  Before I could say “funny”, I heard someone yell my name. I knew it wasn’t my dad; it wasn’t something he would do. Now my brother on the other hand…

  “What the? Blake?” I sped walked to my brother. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. When my parents came out to San Francisco on their way to Hawaii, he didn’t come with them.

  “I didn’t know you were coming,” I said, hugging him.

  “Heard it was your girl’s idea,” he said as we stepped back from each other.

  I looked over at Spencer.

  “Surprise!” she said.

  I grabbed her hand and brought her to me to make the official introductions. “Blake, this is my girl, Spencer—Babe, this is my brother, Blake.”

  “It’s nice to finally meet you, Spencer; my mother talks about you all the time,” he said, giving her our Montgomery smile that has landed us both our fair share of women.

  “Oh?” Spencer asked, smiling at my mom.

  I bypassed my brother and hugged my mother and then my father, then noticed there was another person with them. Blake introduced us to his friend, Angelica, who was coming with us for the night and game in Dallas.

  “Let’s go, kids,” my dad said, slapping me on the back.

  *~*~*

  Driving across Texas was brutal, especially after flying for three and half hours to Texas with a layover for an hour in Phoenix. I was beat. Spencer was beat, and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed with her wrapped in my arms.

  “Good Lord, this has been a long day,” Spencer said, falling face first in the bed.

  I crawled on the bed and straddled her butt, leaning down to kiss her temple. “Sure has. Thank you for my presents.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said, rolling over onto her back. I straddled her hips, which was one of my favorite places to be.

  I leaned down again, kissing her lips that I had longed to do since we were in the air. “Room service and a bath, then bed?”

  “Perfect.”

  We ordered room service and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels the hotel offered as we tried to find something to watch when there was a knock at the door.

  “Hey, Mom,” I said, opening the door.

  “Sorry if I’m interrupting, but I forgot that I brought two of your old Cowboys jerseys so you can wear them tomorrow.”

  I knew that there was an innuendo in her tone when she said “interrupting”. After all, we were in a hotel room on vacation. I hugged her and said goodnight… again.

  “So, you want to wear number twenty-two or number eight?” I asked, holding up the white jerseys with blue numbers and thick blue stripes around the end of the sleeves.

  “Well, believe it or not, I do know who Emmitt Smith and Troy Aikman are,” Spencer said, sticking her tongue out at me.

  I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised. Okay, maybe a little, but I didn’t show it. She amazed me every day, and I was lucky to have found her. She was the girl I always wanted. A girl that loved sports, could watch them on TV, and a girl that played poker. She didn’t nag me. Didn’t accuse me of cheating on her, and didn’t care that I had friends other than her. She was perfect.

  “Okay, well?” I asked.

  “I’m going to go with one of the best running backs of all time and let you keep your fellow quarterback’s jersey.”

  “Nice. An Emmitt fan, huh? Twenty-two it is,” I said, tossing the jersey to her.

  I was silently praying that was the one she would choose and allow me to keep my fellow quarterback’s jersey. I missed playing. I hated how my career ended when I was only a sophomore in college. I guess things happen for a reason, because if it weren’t for that tragic event, I probably would have turned pro and never met Spencer.

  After we ate the rest of our food from room service and took a bath that reminded me of our night in Pebble Beach, I crawled into bed and waited for my girl to come to bed.

  I didn’t know what was taking Spencer so long to put her pajamas on. I was exhausted, and we had to get up early for the game. I was actually too tired to have sex. I didn’t bring it up to Spencer. She probably thought I forgot, but I knew that we were going to be able to have our alone time at my parents. Spencer didn’t know that my parents had a guesthouse that we’d be staying in.

  Spencer came out of the bathroom, and I swallowed hard. She was wearing the number twenty-two jersey with no bottoms on.

  “Babe... what are you doing?” I asked, all exhaustion leaving me and desire taking over.

  “Going to bed,” she said.

  Going to bed? What a little minx.

  “In my jersey?” I asked.

  “Maybe it will bring the Cowboys luck tomorrow?” she said and started to get into bed on her side.

  I laughed—hard. “You know that isn’t true.”

  “I know,” she said, biting her lip, my eyes going directly to her mouth, and she crawled on all fours towards where I was sitting in the bed.

  “And you know that when you wear a dress or something that resemble a dress, it drives me crazy, right?”

  “Yep.”

  “Come here,” I said, grabbing her arm and tugging her down on top of me. I could feel the lust burning in my eyes. Seeing her in my jersey like it was a dress or a nightshirt was driving me instantly crazy.

  She let out a squeal, making me smile, and I flipped her over on her back with her head resting in my lap as I sat with my back against the headboard. I was certain she could feel my cock poking her in the shoulder. I was so fucking hard once again.

  I ran my hand up her smooth leg and under the jersey. “Christ, you had this planned. You’re not wearing any underwear,” I groaned.

  “Uh huh,” she said, biting her lower lip again.

  I bent down and kissed her again, not able to resist her lips while I ran my hand over her mound under the jersey, then sank two fingers into her.

  “Fuck,” she moaned as my fingers glided slickly through her heat.

  I was still bent over, kissing her while my fingers pleasured her. I was uncomfortable, but I didn’t care. This was my girl, and I would bend over backwards for her—or in this case, forward.

  My thumb created small circles over her clit, causing her to moan, and I knew she was close already. I had been worked up since I had the idea to join the Mile High Club, and if I knew my girl, she had been worked up as well, but she had been more able to resist.

  “Enough with the jersey,” I said, withdrawing my fingers, and I lifted the hem over her head and threw it onto the floor, leaving her naked—just how I wanted her to be all the time.

  Reaching around her back, I lifted her, moving her to the center of the bed. Her head was towards the foot of the bed, and I had to taste more than just her lips. I ran my tongue down her neck to her breast, flicking a nipple with my tongue in the process. I worked my way to her other breast, her nipples beading when my wet tongue glided over them.

  Inching down her belly with my tongue, her hands ran through my damp hair, instantly causing pre-cum to bead on the tip of my dick. Fuck, I loved when she ran her hands through my hair, and she did it every time.

  My tongue continued its path to her pussy, wanting to taste her sweet nectar that filled my nostrils as I got closer. I spread her bent knees wider, allowing me to settle where I wanted to be, and ran my tongue over her slick core, tasting her.

  Her hands tightened in my hair, and my tongue dipped into her pussy and over her clit as I started sucking on it before returning my tongue to slurp her running juices that coated her slit.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned.

  I couldn’t even if my mother walked in.

  My tongue continued to flick her clit, drinking her nectar, and before I could use my fingers, I sucked her clit again, and she shattered beneath me, clenching her thighs against my head.

  Our eyes met, and I rose up, moving up to her face and kissing her, letting her taste herself—taste how sweet she was.


  I quickly got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, looking in my overnight bag for a condom. I was getting tired of using them. I knew that I was going to marry Spencer, but after what happened with Christy, I needed to have the assurance until I was one-hundred percent sure that Spencer was the one. I was at ninety-nine point nine percent sure.

  I returned, ripping the condom package open with my teeth, and then I tossed the wrapper on the floor and stretched the latex over my throbbing, hard length.

  “Roll on your left side,” I said, leaning down and whispering in her ear.

  She looked up at me, pausing for a moment. I nudged my head to the center of the bed, and she followed my instructions. As she lay on her left side, I came over to her and bent her legs so I was sitting behind her butt in the middle of the bed.

  “Put your hands behind your back, Baby.” She turned her head, looking at me and gave me a questioning look again. “Trust me.”

  I wrapped her right leg around my waist, separating her thighs, and inched closer between her legs, then brushed my cock against her slit—teasing her.

  However, the more I ran the tip of my dick against her pussy, the more I teased myself. I wanted to be deep inside her, bareback, but I couldn’t chance that she could get pregnant before we got married. Spencer deserved the perfect proposal, the perfect wedding, and the perfect life. I didn’t want her to have a shotgun wedding. That wasn’t me. That wasn’t her.

  I sank into her, quickly falling into an energetic rhythm, pumping faster and harder into her, my balls slapping against her ass, my cock to the hilt.

  “Oh my God, that feels so good,” she moaned.

  I reached out, caressing her breast and working the hardened crest between my fingers. My thrusts never slowed. I didn’t know if I could. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her channel, her moans singing in my ears, and me getting closer to spilling my seed.

  “Baby, you’re going to have to hold out a little longer. I’m so close,” I groaned. I wanted us both to come at the same time.

  I continued thrusting, hitting the spot that was making her moan. I could feel her pussy start to contract and about to spasm as I pumped in and out a few more times before we came together, both having no energy to move for several minutes after.