Chapter 25
25
Spencer
A car door slam outside jerks my gaze up. The sight of my visitor stretches a smile across my face. Cortney looks fucking good in those lavender scrubs as she hustles across the blacktop. As she reaches for the door, I notice her frown.
Concern propels me forward, meeting her at the door between the lobby and the garage.
“What happened?”
“Did you hire someone to replace my lights at the clinic?”
I narrow my eyes. “I hope you let them in.”
“They aren’t there yet, but Bridget let your secret slip.”
“Good.”
“Don’t you think you should have asked me first?”
“You said they hurt your head. Why would I ask you about fixing something that’s causing you pain? Is that what you’re mad about?”
Her eyes flit between mine. “You know what? No. Never mind. That’s not what I’m here for.” She captures my cheeks in her palms and drags me to her mouth.
Fucking hell. I groan into the kiss. My palm flattens across her lower back as I pull her flush. Her tongue sweeps my mouth, stroking mine in a lust-fueled dance. Turning us around, I walk her backward until her back bumps up against the side of the Corolla I just finished working on.
My palm finds her ass, gripping the cheek as I hold her chin in the web of my other thumb. She hums in my mouth, the sound traveling straight to my cock. It’s been several days since I last had her, and by the way my dick thumps against my zipper, it’s been several days too long.
I barely finish my thought before she pulls away with a sigh.
Her forehead knocks against mine a touch too hard. “I accidentally told my brother about us.”
My heart gives a solid wallop against my ribs.
“Uh-oh. Which one?”
Her long black lashes flutter across her cheeks before her sad eyes meet mine. “Lee.”
A muscle jumps in my jaw. “What did he do?”
Her forehead rolls against mine. “It doesn’t matter. I won’t be speaking to him for the foreseeable future. At the minimum until I get an apology.”
“I’m sure he means well.” I stroke the strip of exposed skin at her hip with my thumb.
“He hates you.”
I laugh lightly. “I’m not surprised.”
“This isn’t funny.” A shudder runs through her body, and she trembles in my arms.
Fuck.
“It’ll be okay, Kitten.”
“I need them to like you. I don’t want to have to choose. It would kill me to choose.”
“You won’t have to choose,” I vow. I’d walk away before I ever put her in that position. As much as it’d kill me, I’d give her up all over again.
I did it once before against my will, and we both survived.
Her intense gaze searches mine as if she senses the words left unsaid.
“I don’t want to talk.” Her palm cups the back of my head, and she drags me back to her mouth. “Please give me something else to think about besides my overprotective brother,” she says against my lips.
“All you had to do was ask.”
I slam my mouth down on hers, eyes falling shut as I drown in her sweet taste.
Kissing Cortney is like indulging in your favorite drink. One sip is never enough. Neither is a glass. Next thing you know, you’re ten deep and drunk. I could go the rest of my life without consuming another drop of alcohol and still find myself intoxicated on Cortney alone.
The tips of my fingers slip into the back of her scrub pants and trace across the lacy edge of her thong. Her skin is smooth and warm against my hand. Swiveling hips bring us closer, her pelvis pressing flush against my hard cock.
The rocking motion reveals what she wants. I bring my hand around the front, moving my mouth down her neck as I find the string holding her scrub pants up. With one tug, the bow unravels. With another push, the pants pool at her ankles.
“Spencer.”
“Fucking love how my name sounds from that pretty mouth,” I growl, nipping at the edge of her jaw.
“Someone could see.”
“Nobody’s here but us, Kitten.”
She trembles as I curl my fingers beneath the lace and slide them over the soft strip of hair leading to her needy cunt.
Her mouth drops open in a silent moan as I slide my middle finger deep inside. I begin a slow imitation of fucking. In. Out. In. Out. Pumping into her as if it were my cock.
Pinned between my body and the car, she can only helplessly buck her hips, moaning my name again.
“That’s right. Let me hear you.” I stop pumping and start curling, crooking my finger against that spot I know will drive her fucking wild. Her breathy moans transport me back to that cabana beside the lazy river, where I leisurely stroked her until she broke in my arms.
If only she knew how many times I jacked off to that memory during the weeks we were apart.
“Spencer.” This time she whimpers, fucking whimpers my name. My cock pulses against the zipper on my jeans.
“I know, gorgeous. You’re doing so well for me.” I bring my lips back to her mouth, tasting her as I insert another finger beside the first.
She rises onto her tiptoes, mouth falling open as she pulses against my hand. Her fingers clutch at my biceps, gripping me with bruising pressure. “You’re going to make me come.”
My thumb strums across her swollen clit. Wedging my other arm around her waist, I hold her up as her legs shake. “That’s the goal. I need you dripping before I sink myself into you and fuck you until you scream.”
“Do it,” she taunts on a breathy pant. “I want that.”
The bruising force doesn’t register as I drop to my knees before her. Glancing up through my lashes, I watch desire swirl in her eyes. Her hand slips into my hair, stroking, nudging, urging me closer.
I once told her that I’m in charge when it comes to our pleasure. That I wouldn’t let her boss me around.
I lied.
She could order me to strip and crawl across the floor to her, and I’d be naked and on my knees before she could count to three.
Cortney is my goddess. And I worship at only her altar.
Hooking my fingers into the side of the gusset, I yank her black panties to the side. There’s something so fucking hot about eating her with them on.
She glistens before me. A dark strip of hair on her otherwise waxed pubic bone points directly to her protruding clit. The swollen bundle begs for my tongue. I lift one of her legs onto my shoulder, spreading her open to my gaze.
“Look at you, Kitten. Wet and spread open, waiting for me to lick you.” I latch onto her clit and suck.
She tugs me closer and grinds herself against my mouth. The lustful look she sends my way has blood rushing straight to my cock. Undoing the button and fly relieves the pressure, but I fight against fisting myself. My pleasure can wait while I service my girl. The reward will be that much more potent.
I lick her from her slick entrance to her clit. Her back arches against the car behind her, hand slapping against the sleek rear quarter panel. Her gasps and whimpers play a symphony, echoing around the vacant room. I drive my fingers into her, feeling her tighten as her orgasm nears.
The sounds of my fingers drilling her join her breathy moans. Her calf tightens over my shoulder, and her hips undulate. She’s close.
Twisting my fingers, I rub against that front wall. At the same time, I swirl my tongue around her clit.
“I’m going to come.”
I don’t relent. The telltale tightening of her pussy around my fingers is all the warning I need to keep at it.
Not until she cries out do I kiss her pussy and lift my head.
“That’s it, beautiful. Come for me, Kitten. You’re soaking my fucking hand.”
Her tits heave beneath her scrub top with labored breaths. Her grip in my hair relaxes, transforming to gentle strokes instead.
My fingers slow, pumping gently until her hips stop moving. I pull them out. From my knees, I gaze up at her as I lick her arousal from my palm.
I rise to my feet, and Cortney kisses me without hesitation. Her tongue sweeps my mouth. My cock twitches against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs as if I needed a reminder of how fucking hard she makes me when she comes.
Despite her orgasm, Cortney’s still revved. There’s a click, and the car door beside us swings open. We tumble inside. Cortney lands flat on her back. I catch myself on my elbows beside her hips.
“Need you, Spence. Need you right now.”
I find the sides of her thong, hook my fingers around the lace, and peel them off her long, toned legs. The scrap of fabric falls somewhere on the floor of the car. I couldn’t give a fuck where it lands. Not when she’s looking at me with spread legs and hooded eyes.
“This is going to be quick.” I sink between her hips.
I shudder as she fishes out my cock and wraps her small hand around it. Quirking an eyebrow, she asks, “Promise?”
Her chin to the ceiling, my mouth falls open as she guides me inside. I descend slowly. Controlled. Craving the feel of every inch of her wrapping me tight. That silky heat fits like a glove I never want to remove. She’s so wet I slide in without any resistance. In a matter of seconds, I’m home.
My eyes close tight.
I’m finally fucking home.
The thought breaks something loose. A part of me I held tightly for twenty years. A false belief about where I truly belong.
Here. I belong here with her.
Reopening my eyes, I find her gaze sweeping my face, her gorgeous brown eyes filled with love.
We moan together as I start to move. Setting a purposeful rhythm, I thrust into her hard.
“More, Spence. I need more.”
Her words egg me on. My provocative queen. She knows how to tease me to get exactly what she wants. I fuck her like this is my last fuck on this earth. I drive her into the back seat of this car so hard her sneaker-covered feet dig into my bare ass.
She cries out loudly, her voice bouncing through the car as it rocks beneath our movements.
“Hello?” a faint voice calls. “I’m here for my car.”
“Fuck.”
Before I can move, his voice rings out again from behind me.
“Is that my car?”
I’m surprised he could see the vehicle beyond my pale, bare ass sticking out of his back seat.
Either hearing the voice or picking up on my halting rhythm, Cortney leans up to peer around me. “Someone’s here.”
The man nearly screeches, “Is that my ex ?”
“Oh my god, what’s Sebastian doing here?” Cortney studies the center console as if taking stock of her surroundings. “This is his car?”
“Hey bud, give us a minute,” I say over my shoulder.
I shift my hips, sinking slowly back inside her. Her thighs cinch tight around my hips. I fit my arms beneath her and yank her out with me as I stand.
His eyes grow wide. Whatever he was about to say vanishes at the sight of our bare asses. He quickly retreats, presenting his back. Muttering beneath his breath, he departs promptly into the lobby.
I set her ass on the trunk and thrust my cock back into my girl.
“What are you doing?” Cortney hisses, burying her face in my neck as I sink deep.
Licking my thumb, I slip it between our bodies as our foreheads touch. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m getting my girl off.”
“Spencer,” she moans around my name as I circle her clit. “We were fucking in my ex’s car.”
“Still are,” I grunt, using my teeth along her throat.
“Shouldn’t we stop?” The way her hips meet mine says she thinks that’s a terrible idea.
I concur.
“If you think for one second I’m letting him interrupt your pleasure, you’ve lost your mind, Kitten. Now I need you to come for me so he can get the fuck out of my garage.”
“This is,” she pants, “diabolical.”
“Don’t lie, dirty girl.” I kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth. “You and I both know you find it fucking hot.”
Her pussy clenches around me.
“Maybe a little.”
I drop my forehead to hers and murmur, “That’s my girl.”
I rub her clit the way she likes, fucking her hard the way she likes, and a few minutes later, she’s coming like I knew she would.
“That’s it, gorgeous. You’re squeezing me so good. I’m going to fill you. I don’t want you to waste a drop of me, okay?” Her pussy flutters around me as she clenches my cock. “God, yes. Just like that, Kitten.” The praise is a guttural growl as I spill myself inside her.
Still connected, we kiss as I soften. My dick slips out. I palm her legs behind her knees, and push her legs wide, staring at the sticky mess I left leaking out of her.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her lips. “Didn’t waste a drop.”
I lift her off the car and point her to the bathroom entrance from inside the garage.
“Go ahead and get cleaned up. I’ll get rid of him.”
Cortney hesitates, clutching her pants at her naked waist. “You aren’t going to hit him, are you?”
I chuckle softly and press a soft kiss to her forehead. I run my palms up and down over her arms. “Gorgeous, I think what we just did hurts more than any punch, don’t you?”
She bites her lip and grins.
“Go get cleaned up.” I lift my chin and tuck myself back into my pants. Once she’s safely behind the bathroom door, I exit the garage.
“I should sue you,” the ex spits from his spot beside the door. His arms are crossed over a perfectly pressed polo, and his khaki pants look spotless.
“You must be a lawyer.”
“What makes you say that?”
I scribble down my initials in our log and grab his keys from the drawer at my waist.
“You have no problem screwing people over on your terms, but when karma comes knocking, you’re the first to scream lawsuit.”
His pinched face turns into a shocked one when I toss his keys his way. He bounces them once before closing them in his grip. “Who have I screwed over?”
I glower at the prick. “You tried to screw Cortney with that honeymoon con you pulled. You wanted to ruin the trip she had a lot of money invested in, and for what? Your own bruised ego and a tax write-off? You could have put her in real danger.”
“Seems like I did.”
“Luckily not, because I stepped in once I heard you and your shitty friends talking about all the fun things they could try to do with her on that trip.”
“They’re harmless.”
Rage surges through my system, flexing my fingers into a solid fist. “You don’t ever put a woman in a position where she has to defend herself from strange men.”
The notes say he already paid for his oil change, so I set down my pencil and cross my arms over my chest. He needs to get gone and it needs to be before Cortney gets back.
“So what? This was some grand scheme to get back at me?”
“She didn’t realize that was your car until you walked in, but even if she did, I was the one who wasn’t stopping.” At the mention of the car, I round the desk and head back into the garage.
“Why do you care so much about a piece of ass?” He follows after me at a steady clip.
“Consider it my refund,” I mutter, not about to indulge him with the true feelings I hold for his ex. I rip open the back driver’s door.
“What the fuck?” he snaps.
I find Cortney’s thong on the floor. Straightening, I flash it at him before tucking it into my pocket. “Sorry, man. You’ll have to fuel your fantasies with your own imagination.”
“You’re sick.”
“And you’re a dead man if you ever speak to her again. Forget her name. Forget her face. She doesn’t exist for you anymore, and if that’s going to be a problem, you’re going to have to deal with me.”
He waves his hand erratically at the bay door. “Let me out of here then.”
I slap the switch. “Gladly.”
He swipes his angry eyes through me again before climbing into his car and starting the engine.
But before he drives away, he rolls down all four windows.
“Spencer Stone, wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you.”
“Hey, beautiful.”
It’s not a strong enough word to describe how radiant she looks right now. No matter how hard she tried to brush back her hair, loose strands escape her ponytail. Her eyes are bright, her skin carrying a glow that only comes after being freshly fucked.
“Don’t you hey beautiful me. Did you orchestrate this?”
I shove my hands into my pockets. “Did I specifically ask your ex to come pick up his car at the same time I invited you here?” I nod. “Yes.”
“Spencer—”
“However, I thought I’d just give you a kiss in front of him to let him know you’re happily taken and over his dumb ass. You, my love, are the one who decided you wanted to fuck in his car.”
A rosy flush hits her cheeks. “I didn’t realize that was his car. There are hundreds of black sedans. I got a little carried away.”
I hook her around the waist. “Me too.” I kiss her. “Can’t say I’m not pleased with how things turned out.”
She playfully smacks my chest. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Why? The only thing he got was an eyeful of my bare ass.”
I grunt as she slides her hands into my back pockets. “He might have also found a little gift in the back seat.”
I cock my head.
“I’m missing my underwear.”
I grin wickedly down at her and pat my pocket. “That’s my prize.”
“You stole my underwear?”
I dip my head and kiss her again. My lips brush hers as I whisper there.
“Finders keepers.”