Wanting Spencer (B&S Series #2.5) Page 5

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  I was hard once again. Seeing Spencer in the jersey she wore “to bed” the night before, was making me want to turn her around and head back into the hotel room instead of meet my parents for breakfast. I wasn’t sure if I would make it through the football game. I just needed to man up and focus on football and not what she was wearing.

  “Where’s Blake?” I asked my parents when we arrived downstairs at the restaurant.

  “He should be here shortly—you know how he is,” my dad said.

  My brother… my brother was… my brother did whatever he wanted. It got him in a lot of trouble over the years, and sometimes I wondered how we had the same parents. My parents were reserved but fun. They knew when to be proper, but they also knew how to let loose. Blake… let loose all the time.

  Five months prior, he got stopped and charged with driving under the influence. He asked my parents for help and they agreed, but only under the condition that he’d move in with them and go back to school.

  I thought he was finally getting his head on straight, but given that he was now fifteen minutes late for breakfast, I knew better. We were starving and tired of waiting for him. Just as our waiter was taking the last order for the table, Blake and Angelica stumbled into the restaurant, giggling and wearing their Cowboys jerseys.

  Blake’s hair was a mess, and Angelica looked like she had stayed up all night. Personally, I thought she looked like shit, and I didn’t know what Blake saw in her.

  “Late night?” I asked.

  “Didn’t go to sleep, Bro,” Blake replied, slapping me on the shoulder and sat in the seat next to me.

  Yeah, I could tell.

  “I don’t even want to know,” I said, shaking my head. Really, what did he see in this chick?

  “What?” Blake asked, his gaze swinging to my mom who just shook her head, too.

  No one responded to him. We were probably all thinking the same thing. Blake was up to no good. It wasn’t that he stayed up all night or that he was late to breakfast; it was because of his demeanour. Old Blake was just radiating off of him, and I wanted to beat the shit out of him for taking advantage of our parents.

  The waiter finally cleared his throat, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. “Um, do you know what you want to order, or should I give you some more time?” he asked.

  Blake glanced at the menu and ordered for himself and Angelica, who protested loudly when he selected bacon and eggs for both of them.

  “Baby, I don’t eat meat or animal products!” she shrieked. “We’ve been dating for two weeks and you still don’t know that I’m a vegetarian?” She got to her feet with a huff. “Don’t bother calling me again.” She stormed out of the restaurant as we all turned back to gape at Blake.

  What in the fuck? Where the hell was she going? She lived in Houston, and we were all the way in Dallas. Crazy fucking girl—Blake’s type… and I’m ashamed to say my type before Spencer.

  “You dated that poor girl for two weeks, and you didn’t know she was a vegetarian?” my mom asked, disapproval showing clearly on her face.

  “Well, it’s not like we spent our time together eating. And we aren’t really dating—we are just… you know,” he said with a shrug, then stood and went after Angelica.

  “Can you give us a few more minutes?” my mom asked the waiter, and he walked away, clearly annoyed with the Montgomerys.

  “Why did she get so mad?” my dad asked.

  How did he not know? First, Blake dated crazy chicks, except his on-again/off-again girlfriend, Stacey. Second, I would never order for Spencer, even if I knew what she wanted. Maybe it was a control thing, but I wanted Spencer to do whatever she wanted. Lastly, it was clear that Blake was only fucking this girl. I was surprised he even brought her to the game.

  “Honey,” my mom said to my dad, “I’ve been telling you this for years, men don’t pay attention.”

  “I pay attention to you.”

  “Please, we’ve been together for thirty-five years. When we first started dating, you were the same way. You’ve had years of training.”

  “I pay attention to Spencer,” I said.

  “Is that really true, Spencer?” my mom asked me.

  She thought for a moment before she smiled at me and then back at my mom. “Well, he doesn’t listen when I complain about doing wall squats.”

  I laughed a little at her reference. “It’s because I know what’s best for you,” I said, leaning over to kiss her cheek.

  “Well, you still don’t listen.”

  I squeezed her knee under the table and winked at her. She did bitch and moan every leg day, but they were very important. Without leg day, I doubt I would’ve been able to make her cum on the dance floor in Vegas. I wasn’t about to stop now, and we worked out together, so she had to do them.

  A few minutes later, Blake and Angelica returned. It seemed like Blake had smoothed things over with her, and Angelica apologized for her outburst, blaming it on lack of sleep. The waiter finally returned, and Blake let Angelica order for herself. No one brought up the fight or even the fact that Blake and Angelica kept yawning and getting refills of their coffee.

  *~*~*

  I was in fucking heaven! My girl was on my right, and my boys were on the field. I didn’t care that they were losing going into halftime. I was pumped to be at a game.

  “Let’s go get another drink,” Blake said, shouting over the loud crowd.

  “Want another Pepper Jack?” I leaned over, asking Spencer.

  Before today, Spencer didn’t know what a Pepper Jack was. I loved it. A Texas classic of Dr. Pepper and Jack Daniels mixed together—fucking awesome.

  “Sure, I’ll go with you.”

  “No, I got it. Stay here with Angelica,” I said, kissing her forehead.

  I had no idea where my parents were. Blake didn’t even bother to ask Angelica if she wanted a drink, nor did he offer for her to go with us. I guessed he was still pissed about the fiasco at breakfast. Knowing my brother, he wished we were back in Houston so he didn’t have to see her again.

  “Dude, you know how to pick them,” I said to Blake as we waited in line to order our drinks.

  “Yeah, she’s not even that great in bed.”

  A few people turned to look at us. Blake wasn’t quiet by any means.

  “Why are you with her? And I thought you stayed up all night… you know, fucking.” I said, whispering the word “fucking”.

  “I just said that. This chick is fucking crazy. We stayed up all night, but not fucking. She was bitching about everything: the drive, the hotel, the bed, what was on TV. Finally, just to shut her up, I made her suck my dick.”

  I laughed at him. Reminded me of Christy to the T. “Been there,” I said as we moved up in line.

  “Yeah dude, like you’re one to talk. Your ex tried to kill your new girl.”

  “She’s my girl, not my new girl.”

  “Same thing,” he said, and we moved to the front of the line.

  “No,” I said, shaking my head. “She’s different.”

  “What do you mean? You going to marry this one?”

  Before I could answer him, it was our turn to order our drinks. We ordered them and then made our way back to the girls… or girl. Angelica was nowhere to be been seen.

  “Hey, where’s Angelica?” I asked, handing Spencer her drink.

  “Um… she left.”

  “What?” I heard Blake question from behind me.

  “What do you mean she left?” I asked.

  “The two guys who were sitting in front of us asked if they could buy us drinks. I declined, but she went with them.”

  “Really?” Blake asked, looking up the stairs as if he could spot Angelica.

  “Yeah, I tried to stop her, but she didn’t hear me,” Spencer said.

  “Well, if she isn’t back by the time the game is over, we aren’t waiting for her,” Blake said.

  “Bro, you just want to leave her here?�
� I asked.

  “Fuck yeah. Why would I take her home when she just ditched me for some other dudes? It’s not like we are together, but I didn’t ask her to come here so she could get a free ride to meet other guys.”

  I wanted to know why he even asked her to come with us to begin with, but before I could, my parents sat down on the other side of Spencer, and my mom leaned over to ask where Angelica went.

  “Um—she went to get a drink,” Spencer said.

  My mom looked over to Blake. “You let that poor girl go off by herself to get a drink?”

  “No, Mom, I didn’t. She just left,” Blake snapped.

  “Yeah, she just left. Blake is a little upset,” Spencer said.

  “Why did she leave?” I heard my mom ask Spencer, like they were two girls gossiping.

  “I’m not really sure,” Spencer said.

  “She just got up and left?” my dad asked.

  “No—she left with two guys who were sitting in front of us,” Spencer said. I squeezed her knee, pleading with her to stop. This was Blake’s problem, not hers—not ours.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  We never saw Angelica again. I knew it was killing my mother on the inside to leave her, but Angelica did it to herself. She didn’t answer Blake’s calls—if he really did call her. We stuck around long enough for her to come back to where we were sitting once the game ended, but we had a long drive ahead of us, and she was an adult.

  On the way back to Houston, Spencer and I sat in the back of my parent’s Escalade. Once we got out of town and into the wide-open space of Texas, I looked over at Spencer as she laid her head on my shoulder. The jersey she had been wearing all day went to her knees, and I pictured her without jeans on—the same way she was the first time I saw her in the jersey.

  My dick instantly tightened in my jeans. I had been thinking about Spencer’s naked body pressed against mine since I saw her slip the jersey over her head. Blake had his ear buds in his ear, my mom and dad were in their own world up at the front, and I thought about how Spencer made me like a horny teenager.

  I couldn’t resist her. I couldn’t go a day without wanting to fuck her, and I couldn’t live without her. She was everything I ever wanted, and when I told Jason that I was going to marry her before I even knew who she was, I didn’t realize how true that was.

  I was going to make her mine forever. But first, I was going to make her cum in the back of my parents’ Escalade like a horny teenager.

  Me: I can’t wait to tear that jersey off you when we get to my parents'. I’ve been thinking all day about how you looked wearing only that jersey last night!

  I smiled as I read the text. I knew that if I probed her enough, she would cave. I decided to trick her by mentioning my parents’ house. I needed her to be as worked up as I was for it to work.

  Spencer: At your parents'? Are you crazy?

  Me: Crazy for you and your pussy.

  Spencer: Well, my pussy loves your cock, but shouldn’t we wait until your parents are asleep tonight?

  Me: You’ve never seen their house…they won’t hear.

  Spencer: Won’t they get suspicious if we go MIA?

  Me: We’ll tell them we are taking a nap.

  She giggled out loud a little and responded back:

  Spencer: You know that is the universal code for sex right? LOL!

  Me: I don’t care. We live together and we are grown adults. I’ve had a semi all day, Babe!

  Spencer: We’ll see.

  I let out a groan. This was becoming more difficult than I thought.

  Brandon: Like you’ve ever turned me down!

  So that wasn’t true. She turned me down the day before when I wanted to join the Mile High Club. If she didn’t let me see her come apart in the next ten minutes, we were joining that club!

  Spencer: Cocky much?

  Me: Yes, I told you my cock NEEDS your pussy!

  All the talk—or text—about my cock and her pussy was making me hornier than I was before I started this text session. I wanted her so fucking bad, and I would settle for just sucking her juices off my fingers until we got to my parents’.

  Spencer: Fine, but we better be quick. I don’t want to be embarrassed in front of your parents.

  Me: That won’t be a problem. Actually, unbutton your jeans.

  Spencer: What???

  Me: Please?

  Spencer: Are you serious? Your brother is right there!

  I was dead serious.

  Me: Then you will need to be very quiet. :)

  I watched Spencer set her phone down on the seat next to her, and I glanced up to my brother and my parents’ who seemed to still be doing the same thing they were the last time I checked. If fact, my mother was probably asleep, and my dad probably assumed Spencer and I were as well.

  Spencer unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, then pulled the jersey down to completely cover herself. There was no way for my parents to see, but Blake could if he looked behind him. Of course, I would get the thumbs up if he did and part of me wanted him to see.

  Spencer spread her legs as she slouched down a little in the seat, and rested her head on the back. I slid down enough so my head was resting on her shoulder. If my dad were to look in the rear view mirror, he would probably think I was sleeping.

  I closed my eyes, and ran my left hand under the jersey, feeling the smooth skin of her flat belly. Running my hand down slowly, my fingers touched the edge of her panties before I quickly slipped my hand in, running a finger down the slick center of her pussy and back up, stopping at her clit.

  My thumb worked circles over the nub, feeling her juices become more prominent the more I touched her pussy. Slipping two fingers inside, I caressed the swollen flesh, her sweet nectar drenching my fingers, and I wanted to taste her so fucking bad.

  I wanted to prolong her pleasure, but I had waited all day to taste her again. They say it takes twenty-one days to form a habit, but it only took me one look to become addicted to Spencer. I wanted to please her all the time. I didn’t care where we were—hence us being less than ten feet from my parents.

  I felt her hands clench at her side, her body stiffening, and I knew that she was fighting her own body—her own natural reaction to moan as I continued to rub her clit with my thumb and thrust my fingers in her warm, wet, juicy pussy.

  I heard a slight moan escape her lips. A moan that I was sure only I heard, but Spencer covered it with a slight cough, and her pussy clenched around my two fingers as she came.

  I slowly removed my fingers from her panties, trying not to get any of her essence on them, because I wanted it all. I was thirsty and wanted every drop.

  Spencer watched as I slowly sucked each finger one by one.

  *~*~*

  By the time we arrived at my parent’s house it was dark, and I was ready to fuck Spencer up against the Escalade instead of walking to the guesthouse where we were staying.

  I almost did just that, but my father opened the backend, and Blake and I helped carry in the luggage inside the house.

  With Spencer in tow, we walked through the house and through the double doors to the outside.

  “Where are we going?” Spencer questioned.

  “To our room,” I said, smirking at her.

  “Outside?”

  “To the guesthouse.”

  “Your parents have a guesthouse?”

  “Yep, told you they wouldn’t hear us,” I said, leaning in close to whisper in her ear.

  We walked down a lit stucco path, past a full-size tennis court that my parents used to stay in shape in their prime, and to a little house adjacent to the courts that overlooked the pool.

  “How many rooms are in the main house?” Spencer asked after looking around the small one bedroom guesthouse.

  “Five. My parents wanted people to have privacy since they live kind of far from any hotels.”

  “That’s cool. Works for your plan, too,” she said, winking at me.

  “Exactly,” I said, wa
lking over and picking her up to put her on the queen-size bed. I was done waiting. My balls were aching, and if my parents questioned us, I would tell them we were “freshening up”. Granted the “freshening up” would come after our bodies became all sweaty from sex.

  “Well, not exactly.”

  “Why?” I asked, kissing her neck. There was no reason. I thought this through the whole way here.

  “Your mom wants me to help with dinner.”

  “I’ll be quick.” I continued kissing along her neck, pulling the neckline of the jersey down so that I could reach her breasts.

  “Tonight, when we come to bed,” she said, trying to form the sentence.

  She didn’t turn me down earlier, and she wasn’t about to now.

  “Babe,” I said, continuing to kiss her neck, collarbone, and top of one breast while my hand skimmed across her belly under the jersey, “you’re giving me blue balls here!”

  “It’s not my fault,” she said, laughing and pushing my chest to move me.

  Rolling over on my back, I groaned, “I swear to God, Babe, tonight you better hope my parents are heavy sleepers.”

  “You’re silly,” she said, walking out the door and towards the main house.

  I couldn’t wait to be home so that I could bury myself in Spencer whenever I wanted. Ever since we left, she was more inclined to deny me, and I wasn’t happy about that one bit.

  CHAPTER NINE

  We sat around the kitchen table, eating Tex-Mex that my mom and Spencer made. I missed Tex-Mex. There was just something different about it in comparison to Cali-Mex, but I couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe I just missed my mother’s cooking. Who knows?

  “Honey, have you heard from Angelica?” my mom asked Blake.

  “Yeah, she called, but I didn’t answer,” he said, shovelling rice into his mouth.

  “Why not?” my mom prodded.

  “Why should I? She left with other guys and didn’t bother to come back during the second half.”

  “That’s true,” I said.

  “At least we know she’s okay,” Spencer said.

  “Yeah,” Blake said with a mouthful of food. “Anyway, I have to head out for a few.”