Chapter 9
9
Cortney
Sweltering heat stirs me in the middle of the night. The weight of Spencer’s body pins me to the mattress. His torso is flush with mine, the shirt still encasing his chest rubbing against my sensitive nipples as he shifts in his sleep. His warm leg is cocked at the knee, trapped snug between both of my thighs.
After the marathon of activities, we fell asleep as entwined as two people can get.
That’s not good for my heart.
This is just a beach fling , I remind myself. It’s nothing different from a spring break trip. We can hook up, make some glorious memories, and go our separate ways when we get home.
Until then…
My hand inches across his stomach, feeling the bare skin between his shirt and the sheet wrapped around his trim waist. The need to feel more of him, to remind myself last night was real, propels my hand beneath his shirt, across the hair on his stomach.
A strong hand halts my advance.
“Going on a little adventure?”
“I want to touch you,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to his neck. He smells uniquely of Spencer, warm and masculine. The light stubble there tickles my lips.
“Not there.” His voice is gritty with sleep. “If you want to touch me, I have somewhere requiring your attention.”
The smirk in his voice sends a pulse to my clit. My hand makes the return journey south.
“Aren’t you tired yet?” I tease, curling my fingers around his impressive size. He’s warm and heavy in my palm and rapidly hardening at my touch.
“I was sleeping until a needy Kitten woke me up.”
“I didn’t wake you for this.”
“Is that why you’re thinking so hard I could hear you in my sleep?”
“Why did you leave me, Spence?” I blurt.
His body freezes beneath mine. Seconds pass between us before he relaxes back into the pillows. “I’m right here, Cortney.”
“You know I’m not talking about this moment.”
“Are you having regrets?”
I force him to roll on his back as I hover above him. The room is dark except for silver moonlight streaming in through the wall we left open leading out to the patio. Memories of begging him to make me come while other people could have been nearby listening send a flushing heat through my body.
I soak in the vulnerable look in his blue eyes.
“Last night should be enough indication that I don’t have regrets. Not this time. I just have questions that I deserve the answers to.”
“I had to.” He stares at the ceiling and cocks an arm behind his head. The bulge of his bicep draws my attention. Despite hiding the scarred skin of his torso with a tee shirt, the burn along his right arm is fully exposed. The raised skin appears painful, and I’m sure it looks much worse in the full morning light.
My heart constricts as the memory of hearing about his injury floods my mind. Our families were out together for drinks when the call came that Spencer was gravely hurt. His brother Sutton and I only had to exchange one look for an entire conversation to pass between us. I relived months of brokenhearted memories in the span of a few aching breaths.
I push the distracting memory aside. “Care to explain?”
“Not exactly.”
Disappointment surges like a lightning strike through my system.
I loosen my hold and roll out of bed. With my escape routes limited, I pad naked across the cold tile and out into the night.
“Cortney, c’mon,” Spencer calls after me. The sheets rustle behind me, but I don’t bother turning around.
“A little honesty for getting your dick wet isn’t asking for much, Spencer.”
“Fuck. Shit!” More rustling follows his cursing. He stumbles over the sheets in his haste to follow.
My retreat ends at a railing beside our infinity pool. A light breeze blows my hair across my cheeks as I rest my forearms on the ledge without a care for my nakedness.
“I’m not used to sharing those parts of me.” His rumbled admission vibrates against me, seeping into my back with the heat from his proximity.
“Was it me? Did I do something to push you away?”
“What? No. There’s not a single thing you could have done to get me to leave or make me stay. The decision was mine.” The sound of his swallow is audible in the otherwise quiet night.
Strong arms settle on either side of my body, gripping the railing beside my hands. His knuckles twist, turning white. The silver band on his ring finger catches the moon.
“I had a job lined up. I knew I needed to go.”
My eyelids flutter closed as I absorb this new information. He delivers the honesty I wanted with a gentle tone, but that doesn’t stop the pang of hurt glancing through my heart. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t know how. I was eighteen and—and selfish. More like my dad than I’d ever want to admit.”
I didn’t know him when his dad left, but the way Spencer tells it, he was thirteen when his father started an affair with his teaching assistant. The two of them ran away together one night. They left both their families in a wake of devastation and never looked back.
He slowly peppers kisses up the back of my neck as if savoring each one. “I knew I had to go, that I’d never make anything for myself in Fairview Valley, but I wanted you so damn bad.”
A tremble rockets through my body. “You got me,” I whisper.
“The memory of that night”—his voice cracks, like shards of glass crunching beneath a heavy boot—“got me through some hard times.”
“Yeah, well, it created some for me.”
Spencer spins me around, crushing my naked breasts against his chest. Gentle hands slide over my jaw to cup my cheeks. “I’m so damn sorry.” His eyes flit between mine. “I’d go back in a heartbeat if I could to stop myself from hurting you.”
Everything from his posture to his eyes to his tone screams sincerity.
“I forgive you.”
“You do?”
“I do.” I glide my hands slowly up his arms. His thick wrists are nearly too much for me to grip, but I manage to wrap my fingers around them.
“How come?”
“All I needed was an apology. It’s been too long to keep holding a grudge. Plus, the sex was good.”
“Back then or now?”
“Are you searching for an ego boost, Spencer?”
“Doesn’t hurt to hear you say it.”
Still holding his wrists, I walk him a few steps backward. His desire for praise has him trusting me a little too much for my devious intentions.
“Oh, I said it. I believe I said it about four times while I was coming.”
“Five.” Spencer’s lips quirk in a half grin.
“I think there’s just one more thing I need to truly put this in our past.”
“What’s that?”
“This!”
With an almighty shove, I thrust him by his wrists into the infinity pool. I laugh for half a second before my plan backfires.
He manages to grab my forearm, and he drags me naked into the pool with him.
Saltwater rushes to greet me. I pinch the end of my nose as my head slips beneath the water. My foot connects with the bottom, propelling me to the surface with a gasp.
Water drips into my eyes. I swipe hastily, but Spencer anchors me tightly against his chest before I can clear it.
“You good?”
I try to push him back beneath the surface, but he’s too strong. His laughter rings out in the night.
“I’m just fine, thank you,” I sputter.
The droplets blur my vision, but even through the haze, Spencer’s smile is visible. The right side is puckered slightly by his scars but no less attractive, and his blue eyes shimmer beneath the moon.
“Things were getting a little heated, anyway.” His lips seek out the curve of my neck.
I roll my head until all I can see are the twinkling stars overhead. “Spencer.”
His palms skate across my thighs beneath the water. He lifts them one at a time and secures them around his hips. I don’t even notice we’re moving until my back presses against the glass wall of the pool overlooking the greenery below our villa.
“Can’t get enough of you, Cortney.”
I rest my elbows against the ledge, thrusting my chest forward. His mouth moves eagerly down as he licks droplets from my skin.
“I’m not complaining.”
My eyes slam shut as he takes my nipple into his mouth. I use my elbows to bring myself higher. The water laps gently around my belly button, adding to the sensation of his tongue swirling the taut peak.
“Try to be quiet, Kitten.”
I open my mouth to ask why when he abruptly poises himself at my center. His thumb strokes over my clit as he eases himself inside. My question cuts off into a shuddered moan that Spencer complements with one of his own.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“So do you.”
“I can’t stop.” His hips begin a steady rhythm. Water splashes around us against the glass wall. The skin of his forehead is tacky where it rests against mine. “I don’t want to stop fucking you.”
His sentiment rings true for me too.
“Don’t you dare stop.” I dig my heels into his ass in order to match his rhythm.
“You’re a mess.” His palm swipes over the top of my head, pushing the wet hair back from my face. “A beautiful, fucking mess. I can’t get over how gorgeous you look taking my cock.”
Flattery will get him everywhere. I shudder as his dick strokes against that sensitive spot deep inside, and my pussy clenches around him.
“You like that, beautiful? Do you like me complimenting you? Are you going to come harder for me because I tell you that you’re a goddamn goddess? Fuck, Kitten. This pussy was made for me.”
His words have the desired effect as I pulse around him. I clench my thighs, gripping his waist and lifting myself harder to aid him in plowing deep inside.
His index and middle fingers scissor my nipple, making me squeak and squirm.
“Yeah, like that, sweetness. Grind that pussy on me. Rub that needy clit just how you want it,” he growls through his teeth, slipping his fingers beneath the surface to do just that.
The pinpoint attention drives me straight to the brink. The stars above begin twinkling behind my eyelids as they drop shut.
“Please kiss me,” I murmur, reaching around the back of his neck. Thick, wet strands of hair slip through my fingers. “Please,” I beg.
Before I can gather my bearings, he pulls out and flips me over onto my front. I manage to grab the ledge as Spencer slams back inside. With my wet hair gathered in his fist, he yanks my head back, exposing my throat.
He moans loudly in the quiet night, grunting deeply as he thrusts. “Don’t ask for something I can’t give you.”
The rugged, animalistic sound of him chasing his pleasure has me crying out. My breathing picks up with every heady male moan in my ear.
His skillful fingers return to my swollen clit, rubbing the nerve endings with the perfect pressure to send me hurtling toward an orgasm.
“I can give you anything else you ask for.” He lifts me so my feet leave the ground, levitating me in the water. “I can make you come any way you want.”
“Baby,” I cry out, my legs tightening as I draw close.
With the curve of his thumb, he captures my throat. The back of my head connects with his shoulder. He lifts me up and down his thick shaft, using me the way he needs to come.
I fucking love every second of it.
I can’t even remember what he’s talking about when he says, “I’ll kiss every other inch of your body.”
A scream rips from my throat as I’m hoisted up and over the ledge. I fold in half. My naked torso hangs down, flat against the glass, pinned by Spencer’s hard body on the other side.
Before I can get my bearings, his tongue licks over the crack of my ass.
“Spencer!” I scream, slapping slippery palms against the glass.
The adrenaline is too much. The fear of falling. The pleasure I was experiencing before the abrupt scenery change. The feel of him doing something so forbidden . The way my body reacts to that illicit act.
“You’re going to make me come,” I cry out.
“Good. I want you to come all over me.”
He pumps his fingers into my pussy, swirling his tongue around the other hole.
“Oh, god ,” I moan.
In seconds, I’m back on the edge, about to fall apart on his fingers and his tongue stroking my ass.
“Come on, Kitten. I’m trying to prove a point here.”
“Wh—What’s that?”
He grips my left cheek, spreading me even more open.
“That nowhere is off-limits.”
Except my mouth.
I think the words, but I can’t say them because I’m coming on his tongue.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Give me that orgasm. God, you’re gripping my fingers so fucking tight. I can’t wait to be back inside you. Come on me, Kitten. Give me everything you’ve got. Show me how much you missed me.” Each praise is punctuated with licks and kisses.
I can’t help it, I scream. My legs stiffen, flailing as I balance on the edge of the pool. Only Spencer’s grip on my waist keeps me from falling into the overflow pool and the bushes beyond.
“I-I’ve never, oh my god.”
His chuckle is deep as he slides me back into the water. He palms one of my tits as he kisses softly along my neck.
“Never what, Kitten?”
“I’ve never had my ass licked, for starters.”
He grins against my skin. “Can’t wait to do it again. I’ll eat your ass for breakfast.”
I sag against him.
His erection rests against my low back, reminding me he hasn’t come. I reach between us and curl my fingers around his shaft, turning to face him as I playfully stroke him.
“Where do you want to come?”
Those blue eyes seem to glow in the moonlight. They trace over my lips, down my breasts, and a smirk plays on his lips.
Fingers part my slit, and he works two in.
“I want to come inside you.”
“Have me. This week, I’m yours.”
Spencer wastes no time hoisting me back into his arms and thrusting deep inside. His rhythm picks up where he left off, proving his point, and within minutes, he’s moaning loudly into my neck.
“Never imagined you’d feel so good. You fit perfectly in my arms.”
My stomach clenches. “I know.”
“Missed you,” he mumbles, rocking me up and down his cock. “So stupid… to let… you… go.”
Crap. My eyes burn with his sweet words.
“I’m going to fill you. Take my cum, Kitten,” he gasps, his rhythm breaking as he stutters and shoves himself deep.
I shove my hand between us and rub myself fast and hard. The feel of his solid cock drilling deep brings me over with him.
“I’m coming, Cort. I’m fucking coming. Mmm!”
“I’m there. I’m there,” I pant just as he begins to throb. My walls close around him, gripping him. While earlier I shot off like a rocket, this orgasm gently rolls over me like the ocean waves lapping against the shore.
“I love feeling you come.” The stubble on his chin rubs against my collarbone with his kiss.
“All right, Romeo. Knock it off, or we’re never getting out of this pool.”
He looks around as if just realizing we’re still outside in the water. “Do you think we woke the neighbors?”
“I’m sure I screamed loud enough for someone to call security if they’re up.” A yawn steals the end of my sentence, making it nearly intelligible. “Think I’m ready for a nap.”
“Good idea.”
With my legs still cinched tight around his waist, Spencer walks us back to our bed.