Wanting Spencer (B&S Series #2.5) Page 7
Everyone was gathered around, watching us. Spencer showed her cards to my mom, and I showed mine to my dad. They gave each other a look.
Who had the better hand?
Blake finally turned over The River card, which was a queen of clubs; that did nothing for me. Without any hesitation, Spencer went all in.
I looked at the cards in front of me. If she had a straight, the extra queen did nothing. Maybe she was doing it to bluff, thinking I wouldn’t call… but what are the odds she had a full house and would beat me?
I called, going all in as well. What’s the worst that could happen? So I would get to touch her whole body for two hours. I would enjoy that. But if I won, I could play with her all night while she went with no panties on New Year’s Eve.
“Alright, turn over your cards, Bro,” Blake said.
I turned over my king high straight. “Don’t worry, Babe, I’ll keep you warm,” I said, laughing with my dad.
“You know, you shouldn’t be so cocky or assume too much—you know what they say about assuming, right?” Spencer said, then high-fived my mom. “Queen high Full House, Babe,” she said, flipping over her cards.
Stacey jumped up and down clapping while my mom patted Spencer on the back. “Finally you took down the Black Bart of the family!” my mom said.
“Black Bart?” Spencer asked.
I never told her my nickname.
“I’m not a thief, Mom. I always win fair and square,” I said, protesting.
“Bart Roberts who is also known as Black Bart, was a pirate in the seventeen hundreds and was always stealing people’s money,” my mom explained.
“A black pirate?” Spencer asked, raising her eyebrows.
“No honey, he wasn’t black. He just acquired that nickname,” my mom said, laughing.
“Well, Spencer, here’s your money that you earned. This night will for sure go down in history around the Montgomery household,” my dad said, handing Spencer the hundred and twenty dollars.
“Wow, Babe, you finally beat me,” I said as we cleaned up the poker chips.
“You seem so surprised.”
“It’s definitely a rare thing for anyone to beat me, just like my mom said. I can’t wait to give you your massage, though,” I said, walking over and hugging her.
“I can’t wait, either,” she said, hugging me back.
If it were anyone but Spencer that beat me, I would have been pissed, but seeing the joy in her eyes made me love her that much more. Beating me would never happen again, though.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I didn’t like leaving Spencer the morning after we returned from Houston, but we needed to get everything in tip top shape for the new year. Our hope was that people with New Year’s resolutions would join our twenty-four hour gym, and we would get a lot of new members.
I couldn’t believe that Jason and I officially owned five gyms. When we decided to open our first one in Austin, I never imagined that we would expand so much in less than ten years. I also never imagined that we would be living in California, but things happen for a reason, and now my heart was in San Francisco, and I was never leaving.
After Jason and I spent a few hours instructing Ben and his work crew on what we wanted done with the renovations, we checked into our hotel and then headed for dinner. We were staying in Seattle until the girls, Ryan and Max arrived for New Year’s Eve. We needed to be there for the opening on January 1st, and we decided to celebrate New Year’s together in Seattle.
“I’m going to ask Spencer to marry me,” I blurted out after taking a few sips of my beer.
“You are?”
“Yeah…”
“When?” Jason asked, taking a bite of his burger.
“I’m not sure, yet. Soon, though.”
“Are you sure? It’s only been a few months.”
“You’re starting to sound like your wife.”
“Well, we’ve known you a long time, and you’ve never jumped this fast—if at all.”
“Then you should know I’m serious.”
“True. Alright, well, do you have a ring?”
“Not yet.”
“I’m kinda an expert in that department.” Jason chuckled.
“Why? Because you bought one before?”
“Exactly.”
“Is this your girly way of asking me if you can help me pick it out?” I asked, wiping my mouth on the napkin.
“Yeah. Pretty much.” He shrugged.
“I would love for you to come. Will you be my best man, too?” I asked, trying to sound like a female.
“I’ve been dreaming of the day you would ask!”
“Whatever,” I said, throwing a French fry at him.
After our fit of laughter stopped, I noticed I had a text from my girl.
Me: Hey Baby! Gym ready to go?
Me: Hey Babe! Gym is almost ready. I wish it was Saturday already, I miss you! :(
Spencer: I know. I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next couple of nights without you :(
Me: What are you up to?
“God, you’re so pussy whipped,” Jason said.
“Fuck you. You’re just jealous you’re not getting any now.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say that. It’s just not as often now that we aren’t trying for a kid.”
As Jason spoke, Spencer texted me back.
Spencer: Ryan and Becca are here. We just got done eating and now we are dancing around and drinking.
“Lucky for you, that should change in the few days,” I said, typing out a reply to Spencer.
Me: Oh? Will I get lucky and get drunk texts again?
“Thank God,” he groaned.
Spencer: Maybe! We’re almost on our second bottle of vodka.
Me: You guys aren’t going anywhere tonight, right?
“I’m gonna piss while you sext,” he said, standing and walking away.
Spencer: Nope, they’re staying the night. We’re already in our PJs.
Me: Are you guys going to have a pillow fight, too?
After I sent the text, a smile was plastered on my face as I waited for a reply, thinking of the girl’s pillow fighting in bras and panties.
Spencer: Maybe! Maybe we will get naked, too :P
Me: I want pictures ;)
Spencer: Ha! I’ll see. I better get back to the dance party. I love you!
Me: I love you, too. Call me when you wake up in the morning.
Spencer: K.
“Ready to go, Romeo?” Jason asked when he returned from the bathroom.
Fuck, was I ever. My dick was hard, and I was still thinking about that damn pillow fight!
*~*~*
I waited for the pictures to come to my phone from Spencer as I watched Sports Center. They never came. I was starting to drift off to sleep when Spencer texted me something better; it was a picture of her pussy. I was instantly wide awake.
Me: Wow, Babe, send me more! :)
Spencer: Later ;)
Later? She was killing me. I knew she was having girl time and they were drunk, but fuck! I rubbed one out as I stared at the picture from Spencer, and then fell asleep until I woke to another picture of Spencer an hour later. This time, it was a picture of her tits as she lay in our bed.
This texting shit needed to stop. I needed to hear her voice, see her beautiful face, and hopefully, watch her finger herself using Facetime.
“Hey,” Spencer answered, her face appearing on the screen.
“Hey, Beautiful. I love your new pictures,” I said, smiling.
“Oh you do, do you?”
“I do. Where are the girls?”
“Sleeping,” she said with a wicked grin.
“Oh really? What made you send me that picture earlier?”
“We were playing Truth or Dare, and they dared me to do it.”
“Well, I’m going to have to thank them when I see them on Saturday. So why did I get a bonus pic just now?”
“I don’t know… I thought you might like it.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course. I want to see more.”
“What do you want to see?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Hmmm let’s see.” I thought for a moment. “First I want to see you squeeze those tits and tease your nipples so they get hard.”
“Okay,” she said, running her hand over her right breast and then giving her nipple a small pinch.
I fucking wished my screen was bigger than it was.
“Now, push the covers away and run your hand down your stomach, slowly stopping at your pussy.”
She slowly pushed the covers away from her body and slid her hand down her smooth, flat tummy, inching closer to where I wanted her to touch the most. She tilted the screen as she went further, allowing me to see.
“Babe, you have no idea how much this is turning me on right now,” I said. “Slip a finger inside.” My hand was inside my boxers, wrapping around my dick as I watched her.
She propped the phone on something so I could watch her as she lay back on her left elbow, her middle finger running down the center of her pussy and then slipping inside a little.
“Are you touching yourself, too?” she asked.
“Fuck, Babe, how could I not? I’m so fucking horny right now, watching you finger yourself.”
“Let me see.”
I pushed my boxers down and turned the phone towards my cock. My hand slid up and down over the hard length. I didn’t do it long before I realized that I couldn’t see Spencer finger herself with my phone turned.
“I don’t think I can prop the phone up so I can see you while you watch me, but I need to watch you,” I said.
“Okay,” she panted.
I tilted the phone back, holding it in my left hand as I continued to pleasure myself. She leaned her head back on the pillow, her finger going all the way into her center. Pre-cum lubricated my hand, causing a slick sound and making it easier for my dick to slide back and forth within my grip.
Spencer’s finger continued to thrust inside her pussy, and she teased her nipple with her free hand, making it harden as my mouth watered, wanting to lick it.
“Play with your clit,” I directed.
She moaned when her thumb drew circles over clit, her fingers twisting her puckered nipple.
“Let me see again,” I said, increasing the speed of my hand.
“Oh my God, I want you inside me so badly right now,” she moaned.
She slipped a second finger inside her warmth, still flicking her clit as my hand squeezed a little tighter around my thrusting shaft.
“Babe—I’ve been so worked up since you sent me the first picture, I don’t know if I can last much longer,” I groaned.
“Yeah, I’m gonna come soon.”
Her fingers continued working their magic, and before I knew it, I heard her moan, “Fuck!”, her back raising from the bed as she made eye contact with me. The sound of her losing herself sent me over the edge.
I turned the phone so she could see me lose myself. Cum squirted out onto my belly, slicking my hand as I milked myself to the last drop.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I woke up, reaching for Spencer, but realized that I still had one more day until she would be in Seattle with me. My dick woke up, thinking about Spencer pleasing herself on Facetime. I wish I had recorded it. I replayed the memory as I beat off my morning wood, then called Jason and told him what I wanted to do for the day.
“Why are you calling so early?” he asked, picking up his cell.
“It’s not that early. Get dressed. We’re going to breakfast, and then ring shopping.”
*~*~*
We took a taxi to the nearest jewelry store after eating breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant. I had no idea what kind of ring I was planning on buying. Spencer and I never discussed what she did or didn’t like. I just knew that once I saw it, I would know.
“I like that one,” Jason said, leaning against the glass case and peering down from above.
Before I could respond, a salesclerk approached. “Gentlemen, what can I do for you today?”
“Need to buy a ring,” I said, stating the obvious. I knew we were in a jewelry store, but we were looking at engagement rings.
“We’re getting married!” Jason said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.
The male salesclerk, Zack, nodded his head as he looked between me and Jason.
“No, we,” I said, motioning with my hand between Jason and myself, “aren’t getting married. I’m buying a ring to propose to my girlfriend,” I said to clarify.
“You don’t need to lie to the man. I’m sure he sees guys buying rings for guys all the time,” Jason said, still acting like an idiot.
“I do. In fact, I’m planning to buy my boyfriend a ring soon myself.”
I shoved Jason off of me. “Seriously, it’s for my girlfriend.”
“Way to ruin the fun,” Jason said.
“Shut up and just tell me which one you liked.”
Zack tilted his head with a confused look on his face. Fucking Jason.
“Like I was saying, I like this one,” he said pointing to a diamond ring.
“That’s a very nice choice. It’s a one-carat, emerald-cut diamond on 24-carat gold,” Zack said as he unlocked the case.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. Gold wasn’t Spencer. “Not gold.”
“Silver?” Zack asked.
“Is silver good?”
“Platinum is better,” Jason said before Zack could.
“You really are starting to sound like your wife,” I joked.
“What kind of ring did you get your wife?” Zack asked.
“Two-carat, emerald-cut solitaire on a solid platinum band.”
“Emerald-cut isn’t Spencer,” I said, looking at the different cuts on a laminated flyer Zack handed me. Jason looked over my shoulder as I scanned them and landed on the one called “Princess”. “Princess-cut. Definitely princess-cut,” I said, pointing so Jason could see.
“All the princess-cuts are right over here,” Zack said. We walked with him to a case a few cases down. “How much are you looking to spend?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged.
“What’s your budget?” Zack asked.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged again.
“The good rule of thumb is to buy a ring that’s three weeks to one months’ worth of your salary.”
“Okay,” I said, scanning the case of princess-cut rings.
Jason kept pointing rings out, and I kept saying no. None of them were Spencer, until I saw it.
“This one,” I said.
“Halo setting. Very nice choice,” Zack said.
I bought the ring and the wedding band, not batting an eye when Zack told me the price. Money wasn’t an object when it came to Spencer. She never asked for anything, but she deserved the best.
“Here you go, Mr. Montgomery. Spencer’s a lucky lady,” Zack said, handing me a bag that held the two-and-half-carat, princess-cut, diamond engagement ring that sat on a vintage platinum halo band with forty-nine small round diamonds around it and the single wedding band that had forty-nine matching, small round diamonds around it as well.
I couldn’t wait to propose, but it had to be perfect. I needed time to come up with something special, and I knew I might need Becca’s help.
*~*~*
The girls finally arrived in Seattle. I didn’t want Spencer to find the ring, so I gave it to Jason to hold. If he lost it, I would cut off his balls.
After hanging out with Jason and Becca for lunch, Spencer and I went to take a nap until Ryan called Spencer to tell her that she and Max had arrived. I didn’t want to leave the bed, but everyone was starving.
After we all placed our orders at the restaurant we chose for dinner, Jason hit me with news that I wasn’t prepared to hear.
“Did Spencer tell you that that guy Trevor was outside the gym on Thursday when the girls were there?” Jason asked me.
“No, she failed to mention that,” I said, frowning at Spencer. How the hell could she not tell me that her stalker was in fact stalking her again, especially when I was out of town again?
“Sorry, I forgot,” she said, shrugging.
“What did he do?” I asked, trying to stay calm. Spencer and I really didn’t do a lot of talking since she got to Seattle. We had been too wrapped up in each other’s bodies to have a full conversation, and I knew that she didn’t avoid telling me on purpose, but the thought of this Trevor guy coming to my gym again while I was out of town was starting to make me see red—blood red.
“Nothing. We were just getting into my car after our spa day, and he was standing against the wall across from where I parked.”
“I didn’t see him,” Becca said.
“Me either,” Ryan said.
“As soon as he saw that I noticed him, he disappeared. He probably went back inside the gym, but we didn’t stick around to find out.”
“So now he knows what kind of car you drive?” I asked.
Since he was stalking Spencer, I assumed that he did know that she was driving a car now. I just hoped that it was safer than the bus. Becca knew not to leave Spencer alone while Jason and I were in Seattle. We talked about it before Spencer and I left for Houston, but this just pissed me off. He always waited until I was out of town.
“Yeah,” she said, groaning.
“I’m not trying to control you, Babe, but I would really rather you didn’t go there alone anymore. This is the second time that you have seen him hanging around the gym,” I said, lightly squeezing her leg under the table, trying to comfort her.
“I know—I don’t want to. He’s creeping me out,” she said, taking a sip of her Cosmo.
“It’s so weird,” Ryan said. “We met him months ago in Vegas—not here.”
“I hope he’s there on Wednesday. I will give him a piece of my mind,” I said.
“I’ll join you,” Jason said.
“Spencer, you want me to get you a restraining order?” Max asked.
“He hasn’t done anything, though. He’s just always showing up,” she said.
“We can always request one from the court. You never know what a Judge might order and on what basis,” Max said.
“I don’t even know his last name.”
“Well, next time you see him, call the cops. Then we will get the restraining order.”