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  “Where are you going at this hour?” my dad asked.

  “Dad, I’m twenty-eight years old.”

  “And you live under my roof,” my dad said, starting to raise his voice.

  “Robert,” my mom warned and looked over at Spencer.

  “I’ll be back before ten. I promise,” Blake said.

  “Remember those commercials ‘it’s almost ten o’clock, do you know where your children are’?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

  Spencer laughed next to me while Blake glared. I was trying to help the situation.

  “Right. So I’ll see everyone in the morning,” Blake said, standing from the table and grabbing his plate.

  “You don’t want to spend time with your brother who you haven’t seen in a long time?” my mom asked.

  “Everyone’s going to bed soon. I’ll be here for breakfast.”

  “Don’t be late,” my dad said.

  I almost choked on my margarita. I hoped we didn’t have a repeat from that morning. Blake was twenty-eight, but given that he didn’t show that he could be an adult and stay out of trouble, I understood where my parents were coming from. I just hoped he didn’t let them down again.

  After dinner, Spencer and I watched a movie with my parents. It was getting close to ten o’clock, and Blake still hadn’t come home. I really hoped that my parents would let it go until after Christmas when Spencer and I had gone home. Spencer and I had only been dating four months; she didn’t need to see the crazy side, yet.

  While we watched the movie, I got an email saying there was an offer for my condo. It wasn’t for the asking price I wanted, but I didn’t want to keep the condo any longer. I wanted to be done with it, close that chapter, move on with our lives, but they offered two hundred thousand less than I wanted.

  I sent an email back, countering at one point one million instead of the one point two that I wanted. It was the first offer. China Basin was a hot spot in San Francisco, and a lot of people wanted to live next to AT&T Park like I did, but there was just no way anymore. I knew I would have other offers; it was just a matter of time.

  After the movie ended, Spencer and I headed to the guesthouse.

  “Want to go swimming?” I asked.

  “Now?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It’s cold!”

  “It’s heated.”

  She thought for a few seconds, looking over at the illuminated pool, then finally said, “Sure.”

  After changing into our suits, we placed our towels on one of the lounge chairs, slipped off our sandals, and I grabbed Spencer’s hand to lead her down the stairs in the pool.

  It wasn’t the warmest pool, but it was warm in comparison to the December air. I went in first, coming to my knees when Spencer stopped.

  “Brr, it’s kind of cold,” she said, sticking her toe in.

  “No, it’s warm, trust me,” I said, watching as she slowly stepped further in. It was like a Band-Aid; better to get it over with in one move, not like Spencer was doing, going inch-by-inch. “Come on, don’t be such a wuss. It’s not bad once you get in.”

  I let go of her hand, going all the way in to show her that it was okay. After a sigh, she went for it. We were both submersed to our necks, bending our legs so the water covered our shoulders with the light steam from the pool surrounding us.

  “See, it’s not that bad,” I said, moving towards her.

  “Yeah, you’re right.”

  I pulled Spencer to the center of the pool. It was easier for me to stand and still be mostly in the water after bending my knees a little. Spencer wrapped her legs around my waist as I wrapped my arms around her back and held her in my lap.

  “Think we will see a shooting star?” Spencer asked, looking up to the black sky that had specs of light in it.

  “Maybe,” I said, tilting my head to look up too. “What would you wish for?”

  She returned her head back to look at me. “I have everything I need already; I don’t need to make a wish.”

  My chest clenched, and I wanted to ask her right then and there if she would become my wife, but I didn’t have a ring, and I didn’t want to do it when my cock was asking me to move forward a little and rub him against her.

  I stared at her for a moment, the question lingering on my tongue, but instead, I leaned forward and kissed her. I remembered how Christy told me that she loved me after only dating a week. I thought she was crazy… well we all know she was crazy, but I didn’t realize that you could fall in love so fast. I’ve loved Spencer since the moment I saw her. It just took that special one to make me realize what love truly was, and Spencer was my special one.

  We kissed in the pool under the stars, and I wanted nothing more than to bury myself in her right then and there. I knew Spencer was on the pill, but I just couldn’t do it. Christy fucked me up. I had the girl of my dreams whom I wanted to become my wife. I wanted to have babies with her, so why couldn’t I just slip my cock into her bareback? I didn’t have a good reason other than I was scared.

  However, we could play, warm up the heated pool even more, but I wanted her to scream my name, and that would have to be done inside so my parents wouldn’t hear.

  “Babe,” I said, not breaking our kiss and biting her lower lip in between kisses.

  “Huh?”

  “You know I’ve been worked up all day… don’t tease me.”

  “Who said I was teasing you?”

  “We can’t have sex in the pool.”

  She paused. “I know, but I can play with your cock.”

  “I don’t know how long I will be able to last if you do that, though.”

  “Well, let’s see,” she said, grinning at me.

  I was struggling with my inner self. Condom or no condom? After a few seconds of going back and forth in my head, I leaned down and started kissing her neck.

  No condom. Just a little dip in Spencer’s hot tub.

  Taking that as the green light to get in my pants, Spencer removed her hand from around my neck with my arms still wrapped around her back.

  I continued to hold her up, and she reached down to untie my shorts. I watched, the pool light glowing just brightly enough that I could see her loosen the top and slip her hand inside, wrapping it around my shaft. I was lost in the pleasure of her touch when I felt her stop.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “I think I saw something,” she whispered.

  “Where?”

  “Over…”

  Just then Blake emerged from the dark shadows near the garage with a girl in tow. The girl wasn’t Angelica. As soon as I saw her, I knew it was his on-again/off-again girlfriend, Stacey. I would never do what my brother does. Earlier in the day and last night, he was with Angelica, now he was with Stacey. I had a hard time asking Spencer out when I wasn’t even sleeping with Christy.

  “Don’t mind us, Bro,” Blake said as they made their way past the pool, walking towards the house.

  It looked like neither Blake nor Stacey expected us to be in the pool. I was going to say hello to Stacey, although I’d actually never met her, but she turned her head, looking embarrassed. So instead we just watched as they entered the house, not saying a word.

  Little did they know, Spencer’s hand was wrapped around my dick and I was the one embarrassed, holding my breath until they got inside the house.

  “Another girl already?” Spencer asked.

  “That’s my brother for you. He’s always had a line of girls, just waiting for his call.”

  “So he has never been single?”

  “Not that I know of. I’ve always seen him with a girl and never the same girl except in high school. He dated the same girl his sophomore year until they graduated.”

  “What happened?”

  “You really want to talk about my brother with your hand on my dick?” I asked, laughing.

  “Oh—no, I don’t.” She started to laugh, too.

  “Good,” I said, kissing her again.
r />   Spencer pumped her hand, the water allowing her hand to glide easily up and down my shaft. My hands could no longer just hold Spencer up. I slipped them in the back of her bikini bottom, running along the smooth curve of her ass. Spencer stiffened again, and I looked around but didn’t see anyone.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Not my butt.”

  “Babe, I wasn’t going to.” I laughed.

  “Oh—well, carry on then,” she said, laughing.

  I was surprised that she thought I would stick my finger in her ass. We hadn’t branched out to anal, yet, and just her clenching her ass put a smile on my face.

  Her hand returned to pumping my dick. I was on the brink of coming. Her soft hand mixed with the warm water, and a day of pent-up frustration was starting to come to a head—the head of my cock.

  I slipped my hand farther into her bikini bottoms, touching her pussy with my finger. I wanted to plunge my dick into her, but the more she pumped and the more our tongues lapped at each other, I knew there wouldn’t be a way for me to pull out once I got started.

  Not only was I not ready for that, but I didn’t feel like cleaning the pool in the middle of the night so my parents didn’t see my cum floating… at least I didn’t think it would mix with the water. Regardless, I couldn’t imagine my parents swimming in a pool with my little guys floating around.

  “Babe, we need to go inside now before I come in the pool and have to explain to my parents tomorrow why I need to drain it.”

  “Okay,” she panted.

  I moved with her still wrapped around my legs. She started to undo them so she could get down and walk when we reached the stairs, but I told her no and carried her up the stairs to the guesthouse.

  “Babe, I’m sorry, this is going to be fast,” I said, rolling on my trusty condom after removing my shorts. “Roll over onto your knees.”

  The sight of Spencer on all fours almost made me come right then and there. There was no way I was going to be able to ease into her like normal, so instead, with one thrust my thick cock filled her. I quickened my pace, Spencer’s hands clenching the light blue comforter to hang on. I reached around, caressing her breast while my other hand slipped between her folds, and pounded away, my balls slapping against her.

  She moaned, tightening around me as we both tipped over the edge, saying my name as we came together. We lay there panting for a few minutes before getting up, then I led her to the shower before we crawled into bed.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Blake made it to breakfast on time, surprising me and my parents. It was probably due to Stacey. After breakfast, Stacey left to get her swimsuit and was going to come back to stay with my mom and Spencer and enjoy the warm Texas weather by the pool while the guys went to the store. It wasn’t hot by any means, but it was warmer than the fog Spencer and I were used to in San Francisco.

  “So you and Stacey again?” I asked Blake as my dad drove us to the store to get the fixings for our traditional Christmas Eve chili.

  “Nah. We just got to talking last night, and she came over.”

  “And stayed the night,” I reminded him.

  “And stayed for breakfast and now Christmas Eve dinner,” my dad said.

  “Shut up,” Blake murmured.

  “You need to stop playing with that poor girl’s heart,” my dad said.

  “Focus on the road, old man!” Blake said.

  We laughed. “He’s right, Bro. I would never treat Spencer the way you treat Stacey.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Well, speaking of Spencer,” I said. “I’m going to ask her to marry me.”

  “What?” Blake shouted while my dad said, “You are?” with a smile across his face.

  “She’s the one. I don’t care if it’s only been four months. When Spencer told me that Christy broke in with a knife, I imagined my life without her. I don’t want that. I want to wake up with her each morning and go to bed with her each night. I want what you and mom have,” I said, looking at my dad.

  “Your mom and I love Spencer like a daughter already. When are you going to ask her?” he asked.

  “I’m not sure. Probably after we find our own place to live and things get settled in Seattle.”

  “Can I be the best man?” Blake asked, trying to keep a straight face.

  I turned around to where he was sitting in the backseat, “No,” I said, shaking my head and giving a “what the fuck” look.

  There was no way in hell I was letting Blake be my best man. I didn’t care that he was my brother. I didn’t trust him. My luck, he wouldn’t even show up to the wedding!

  “I’m your brother!”

  “You can be a groomsman. Jason is going to be the best man.”

  “If she says yes.” He chuckled.

  “She’ll say yes, asshole,” I said.

  “Boys,” my dad said in warning.

  *~*~*

  After our trip to the store, I had my dad swing by the Houston Club 24 so I could check it out. My dad and Blake had been keeping an eye on it for me, but since I was in town, I needed to see it in person and check on things for myself. Houston was such a large city that I was wondering why we only opened one gym. We could easily open three or four more.

  If Blake were more responsible, I would make him my regional manager for Houston and have him run them…but that was out of the question—at least for now.

  Everything was in good shape. I checked in with my manager, Dave, walked around the property, and introduced myself to new staffers.

  During dinner, my dad had the bright idea to play poker after we ate. Texas Hold’em to be exact. I’m not sure why everyone still played with me; I always won.

  “I’m going to kick your ass this time,” Blake said to me.

  “Keep dreaming.” I laughed.

  We decided to play tournament style, everyone throwing in twenty dollars, and we all got the same amount of chips to start. For the first hour, everyone held their own. I let each girl win a few times, making them think that they had a chance. It really wasn’t my fault I was so good. Hold’em was just my thing.

  The girls sipped margaritas, and the guys stuck to beer. After several rounds, my dad ended up taking out Stacey. I took out my mom, and Spencer took out Blake, shocking the whole table. I knew she could play, but Blake and I used to play all the time; that’s part of the reason I’m so good.

  By the time Spencer took my dad out, I was starting to get a little suspicious. How did she beat Blake and my dad? If anyone gave me a run for my money, it was my dad, but I still always won.

  “Well, Babe, seems that you have gotten better since the last time we played,” I said, watching her gather the chips she won from taking my dad out.

  “How about if I win, you give me a two hour full body massage when I ask you to?”

  Really? She wanted to bet me, Black Bart?

  “And if I win?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “I don’t know, what do you want?”

  What did I want? I wanted Spencer to marry me, but I didn’t want it to be on a bet. It was like the wish I asked her to make the night before. I had everything I needed. I just needed her. I just wanted her.

  As everyone around us grabbed drinks, popcorn, and whatever else they could find to watch our showdown, I whispered, “Okay, if I win, you have to go commando on New Year's Eve.”

  “You want me to walk around Seattle with no underwear on?” She chuckled.

  “Don’t you remember how fun it was the last time I made you go commando?” I was referring to how I stole her panties after our rendezvous in her office during her office’s holiday party. I loved making her squirm in public.

  “Fine, but you’re not winning this time,” she said, sticking out her tongue at me.

  “We’ll see about that,” I said with a wink.

  “Alright kids, let’s see who the better poker player is in this relationship,” Blake said as h
e sat down, shuffled the cards and dealt the first hand.

  I looked at our chip stacks, and I had almost double the amount of chips that Spencer had. I didn’t think it would take long at all to take her out. I really wanted Spencer to go commando on New Year’s Eve. I knew we would go dancing, and given our last dance, I didn’t want the panty barrier, especially since now I would be touching her with more than my thigh.

  We went back and forth for several rounds before I realized that Spencer had more chips than me. I wasn’t the slightest bit worried. I’ve been down to my last dollar and still come back against people in casinos.

  Blake dealt the next hand, and I glanced down at my cards, seeing a king of hearts and jack of clubs. It wasn’t a bad starting hand, and given that this was just for fun, I called the big blind, smiling at Spencer like I held a better hand.

  Blake turned over The Flop, which was a queen of diamonds, ten of hearts and eight of spades. Spencer looked up at me, trying to read me, but I still had the smirk on my face. I had a possible straight going, I just needed the nine.

  Spencer bet ten dollars. I was expecting her to check or bet a little less to see whether or not I had a strong hand.

  “Ten dollars when the big blind was only two dollars?” I asked, tilting his head.

  “What? Too rich for your blood, Mr. Montgomery?”

  “No, but it’s just not like you to bet that much, Ms. Marshall. You must have something really good.”

  She shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”

  “I call,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.

  Blake then turned over a nine of diamonds on The Turn, giving me the straight that I needed. I wasn’t sure what Spencer had—maybe a pair—but she bet another ten dollars.

  “I call your ten and raise you another ten,” I said.

  Did she really want to go head to head with me? She had to know there was a chance I had the straight.

  Without much hesitation, she called my raise.

  Okay, maybe she had more than a pair. Maybe she had a straight, too, but I had a king high straight. If she had a straight, too, we had the same starting hand. She couldn’t possibly have a higher hand than me.