Spencer
twenty
Iyawned and rolled over, facing the middle of the bed.
It was still dark out, the room blissfully dim.
I felt around, floating in that half-asleep, half-awake bliss, not wanting to open my eyes.
The sheets were warm, so I reached out, seeking Keeley.
But my fingers curled over a muscular hip and lean obliques.
Brayden. I hummed happily and scooted forward, pressing myself against his broad back.
My morning wood nestled snugly between his meaty cheeks.
I wanted to bite them. I had last night.
I grinned, remembering just how hot it had all been.
It was Keeley’s first time doing anything like that—getting to direct her movements was like being inside both of them at once.
We had to leave early this morning—Bray had a morning skate before tonight’s game—but his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. We had time.
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and gripped his hip harder, swiveling my own so my cock slid between his cheeks. I expected him to hum or moan, or even just breathe deeply, still asleep. But instead he pressed a hand against my hip, stilling my movements.
I heard it then.
Keeley speaking in hushed tones. But I could hear another voice too.
I looked over Brayden’s shoulder and saw that she was in the attached bathroom, holding her cell phone away from her ear. But it wasn’t loud enough to be on speaker. Whomever she was talking to was shouting.
“That’s enough, Simon,” she whisper-hissed.
“Darlin’, give me the phone,” Brayden said gently.
“No. Me,” I demanded.
She turned and looked between us, tears in her eyes, and shook her head. She pressed a button and murmured, “You don’t have to deal with this. He’s my problem. Go back to sleep.”
“You’re a fucking slut” came through the cell phone, and Keeley’s gaze hardened.
She unmuted the cell phone and asked, “Excuse me?” Her tone was caustic when she pushed him for a response. “I’m a slut. Are you serious?”
“You say no to me, your husband, the man you promised to be with until you die, yet you jump into bed with them? You’re exactly that. A slut.” He kept yelling, but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.
Keeley stayed silent for a moment, waiting for his voice to peter out, and she stood straighter, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her chin.
It transformed her from a naked siren to a force to be reckoned with.
She didn’t need the pinstripe power suit—her demeanor was enough to capture attention and keep it.
Her eyes were fire, determination simmering like a banked inferno.
She held the cell phone with a white-knuckled grip and her jaw was set, her lips pursed as she clenched her teeth. “Let’s get something straight, shall we, Simon?” She spat his name like it was shit on her shoe. He interrupted, saying something I couldn’t hear, and she immediately cut him off.
“No, you don’t get to do that. I’m speaking now.
You shut up and listen. Your details in our walk down memory lane need some correcting.
You lost the right to hold me to my vows—which I upheld every single day of our marriage.
You know, the one where you promised to be faithful until death parted us?
Remember that one? Yeah, I thought not—when you fucking cheated on me with Amanda,” she snarled.
“Who I choose to be with now is my business and my business alone. I said no to you once. Clearly it didn’t sink in if you think you have any right to call me and even say my name again.
So let me set you straight, Simon. We’re getting divorced.
If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon.
If I never hear your nasally, whining voice ever again, it’ll.
Be. Too. Soon. You have no right, no fucking right at all, to call me, to insult me, or to judge me.
You chose your future the moment you stuck your tongue in that woman’s mouth. You broke our vows, not me.”
She sucked in a breath after her tirade and held her hand up when he babbled something again. “I’m not done,” she snapped. She looked at me and winked. I choked on my own breath, and she smiled saccharinely and said, “Fuck off, Simon.”
I was in awe. Officially in. Fucking. Love. I’d known it before, but I was an absolute goner now. This woman was incredible. She was strong and fierce, and I was hooked.
She pressed the button on her cell phone, strutted back into the bedroom, and with a forced calm placed it gently back onto the nightstand. She exhaled heavily and shook her hands, jiggling her breasts, then rolled her neck. It was as if she was shaking off all the bad energy from her conversation.
“That was fuckin’ amazin’, darlin’. I’m so turned on right now.”
Keeley laughed and curled in on herself, wrapping her arms around her waist. Bray was out of the bed in a flash.
He gathered her in his arms and eased her down between us.
I pulled her into my embrace, and she came willingly, her soft curves molding against my hard planes.
Bray propped himself up on one elbow and scooted in close, pressing their bodies together from shoulder to toe.
I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear and feathered my fingers over the pulse point jumping in her throat. Her heart was racing, and she was trembling.
“I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself, Keels,” I murmured as I ran my fingers through her thick hair, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That was so brave.”
She wiped her eyes and ground out, “I hate him. I can’t believe I married that asshole.”
“He was way outta line,” Bray agreed, gently rubbing her arm.
“Should you block his number?” I asked.
She nodded, and Bray passed her cell phone over. His alarm went off, and he silenced it as I watched Keeley block Simon’s number. She set her cell phone down, sighed, and clung tighter to me.
“I’m sorry for ruining this morning. Last night was so amazing and now this.”
“Hey, you didn’t ruin anything, babe,” I countered. “You’ve done absolutely nothing wrong.”
“I wish it was all over. The divorce feels like forever away even though it’s only, like, a month. It’s a black cloud hanging over my head that I can’t get rid of. I just want Hannah and me to be free of him.”
“The Bay gets lots of sharks. We could feed him to the fishes,” Bray suggested with a bad Italian accent.
“Or we could take him skydiving—without the chute,” I proposed. Every suggestion we made next was more ludicrous, and we had Keeley giggling before long.
Breathlessly, she warned, “Don’t tempt me.”
Bray slipped out of bed and dressed while Keels and I lay wrapped in each other for another minute. Bray tapped his wrist and gestured to the door with his chin. I nodded and said, “Keels, we have to get Bray back in time for his skate.”
“Yeah, let’s go.” She eased out of bed and asked, “Do I have time for a two-minute shower?”
Brayden agreed, and while she dashed into the bathroom to shower, I threw on some clothes and packed my things into my overnight bag. She was out a moment later and dressed for work a few minutes after that.
We checked out and stepped into the elevator to the parking lot.
Keeley sighed as she scrolled on her cell phone and said, “I miss our bubble already. Social media is the cesspit of humanity sometimes.” She stopped walking for a moment and looked up at us with a growing smile.
“I take every word back. Look at this.” She showed us countless comments of support.
Hashtags of Bray’s and my names were trending, as were #curvygirl, #throuple, and #hottrio.
There were literally thousands of mentions of us being in love and happy.
It was as if the whole rainbow community had come out in support of us, drowning out the trolls.
“Wow, it’s a little overwhelming,” she breathed, her eyes wide as her cell phone started pinging.
“What’s that?” Bray asked.
“I’m getting tagged in posts. The fandom have figured out who I am.”
“I’m sorry for kissing you last night,” I apologized. “I shouldn’t have invited you up on stage. I exposed you, and that wasn’t fair.”
“No, don’t do that, Spencer,” she soothed, then interlaced her fingers with mine and squeezed.
“It was just as much me. I could have said no. I could have pretended I was just a fan.” She shrugged, and although I knew she was genuine, I hated that in my attempt to be romantic, I’d failed to factor in a jealous ex-husband and millions of fans who collectively could solve any mystery they set their minds to. I should have.
“I couldn’t have refused your kiss, but that’s a me issue, not a you problem.
” She grinned and bumped her hip into mine.
“And don’t worry about this.” She held up her cell phone and continued, “My personal profile is entirely private, and I don’t have anything about Hannah online.
I’m well equipped to deal with craziness. ”
I smiled but I wasn’t worried about the online comments. My mind was working overtime trying to figure out how we would get Keeley’s ex out of her life—without the need for sharks, an airplane, our local friendly serial killer, a deserted island, or Antarctica.
We’d make it right for her.
For her, we’d do anything.