Chapter 2
CHAPTER 2
ZANE
“ T his is not how I saw Spencer moving in with us.” Rio shakes his head.
“You’re shitting me, right?” Asher snaps.
“Did I stutter, hombre ?”
Asher has been acting like we shoved a cactus up his ass. I don’t see what his problem is. Eventually, Spencer would’ve ended up right where she is now.
My bed.
How she got there wasn’t ideal, but when Asher called Rio and me after Gabriel shot his homeboys, I didn’t expect to see Spencer there. My first instinct was to get her as far away from the MS-13 as possible. I wasn’t going to let those three, especially not fucking Gabriel Castillo, lay eyes on my Angel. I needed to know she would be safe.
Naturally, the safest place she could be is in my bed.
Asher punches Rio in the arm, bringing me back to the problem at hand. Rio’s mom, Paloma, called and said that she expects us all to be at family dinner tomorrow night. We’ve been sitting around our modest kitchen table, brainstorming what to do.
“We can’t go. We’ll all just stay home and tell her we’re sick.” Asher leans back in his chair and crosses his arms.
Rio gives Asher an implacable expression. “You know that won’t work. My mom will come by and check.”
One time, when we were all in college, we were swamped with essays, exams, and—in all honesty—were a bit hungover. We told Rio’s mom we weren’t coming to the house for Sunday dinner because we were sick. Not even a few hours later, Paloma showed up at our college dorm, ordered us into bed, and wouldn’t leave until late that night. She took our temperatures, rubbed a homemade salve on our chests, and made us homemade chicken noodle soup. There is no saying “no” to Paloma Flores.
“Okay, so one of us will pretend to be sick and stay with Spencer while the other two go.” Asher throws his hands in the air.
I chime in before Asher can delude himself further. “We know what we have to do.”
Asher groans and drags a hand down his face while Rio sits, seemingly unbothered.
“She won’t go for it,” Asher states.
“Yeah, if you ask her.” Rio chuckles.
“She’s not happy with you either,” Asher snaps back.
“I’ll do it.” I stand from my chair as Rio protests.
“What? I wanted to call dibs. Not cool.” Rio hangs his head like I kicked his nonexistent puppy.
I ignore Asher’s protests, grab the rabbit food pizza, and trudge up the wooden stairs. Spencer’s look of horror after Asher found her flashes through my mind. She looked at me like she was afraid of me. She should be afraid, but not because of me.
Never because of me.
My free hand rests on the frame as I stare at the door as if I’ll magically get X-ray vision and I can see through the wood and straight to Spencer.
I’ve been in a few times, but she’s given me the silent treatment so far. I won’t pretend it doesn’t hurt, but I can be strong for her. I’ll take her anger for now.
Her heart is made of gold, and she won’t be able to stay mad at me for long.
Fortifying my heart, I enter the room, and Spencer’s eyes snap to mine. Once again, she doesn’t say anything, but that’s okay. I’m a patient man.
I set the pizza next to her, wait at the foot of my bed, and let the silence around us settle.
She does her best to ignore the cheesy goodness, but she’s practically salivating. She opens the box and takes a bite with her non-cuffed hand.
I used to think Sal’s Pizza could cure anything, but Spencer is determined to hold on to her resentment. She takes delicate, small bites and scooches as far away from me as possible.
Watching her eat and knowing it’s going to fill out her hips and ass even more makes me hard. I’ll have more to grab on to when I slam into her from behind and watch her ass bounce with each drive of my hips.
She finishes off a slice, and her eyes take me in. Her nostrils flare at my calm exterior. Little does she know, I’m ready to burst out of my skin. I’m desperate to touch her. Patience is my strong suit, but she seems to know how to test that damn strength without even trying.
Spencer is laid out on my bed like a fucking feast. Her hair hangs in its natural waves over one shoulder. A pair of skintight workout shorts hug her curves, and an oversized tee does little to hide the swell of her breasts.
She finally cracks when she spits her question out at me. “Is there a reason you’re still in here?”
I don’t give her an answer, and her mouth tightens into a stubborn line.
She’ll crack any moment now.
Three, two . . .
“If you’re just going to stare at me, you can leave. I have nothing to say to you—nothing to offer you,” Spencer snaps.
A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth. “We both know that’s not true, Angel. There’s plenty you could offer that I would gladly take because, when it comes to you, I can never get enough.”
If her rapid breathing didn’t give away how she feels, then the squirming does. She wants me. She just doesn’t want to want me.
But she does.
Her irritation sets in as she frowns and raises her voice. “Why are you here? If it’s just to torture me, then leave. You guys think you have the right to just do whatever the fuck you want? You handcuff me to the bed, you take my phone, and you all walk around all sexy, like it’s your job to look like sex on a stick! And I just have to lay here and do nothing? It’s infuriating!”
“Well, I think I have a right to be in my own room,” I say with a confident shrug and stalk towards her.
Spencer gasps, seemingly panicked, as her eyes go wide and lock with mine.
“What did you think? That we just had an extra room?” I lean over her and place one knee on the bed next to her hip. I raise my brows at her condescendingly to get a reaction, and man, does she react.
“I want to go to a different room!” If she was standing, she’d be stomping her foot.
Goading her shouldn’t be the goal, but this is the first time she’s talked to me in forty-eight hours. I’ll take whatever words of hers I can get.
I need them.
I chuckle, placing my hands on either side of her hips as she sits up straight with her one hand secured to my headboard. I lower until my mouth is almost touching hers. “You want to go to Asher’s room?”
“No.” She clenches her jaw, and a vein in her temple pulses.
Button pushed.
Her cheeks turn a bright red as I lower my body and align my dick with her pussy.
My voice drops to let her know how serious I am. “Like hell will I ever let you out of this room, let alone this bed, while you’re in danger. Especially not when you’re lying here like you’ve been waiting for me, all day, to come home and fuck you.”
“Oh, please. No need to turn into a caveman.” She attempts to sound indignant, but her words come out breathy.
“I will never take chances when it comes to your safety.”
She turns her head to avoid the intensity in my eyes, but I want her eyes on me, drinking me in. I need her just as obsessed with me as I am with her.
“Tell me something, Angel. Are you wet?”
“What?”
“Do you think I didn’t notice how you squeezed these sexy thighs when I walked in? How your pulse increased when I stood over you?” I rock my hips forward. When she feels how hard I am, she moans.
“I don’t want this.”
“Don’t want this, or don’t want to admit how much you want this?”
She opens her mouth, and I cut her off before she can speak. “Don’t lie, Spencer. I know when you’re lying.”
“No, you don’t!” she protests and then looks me right in the eye. “I. Don’t. Want. This.” But her gaze darts to the left for a split second.
“Lie,” I growl. Sitting up, I yank her shorts off. She fights me, but her struggle just makes it easier. She’s wearing a simple white thong and right in the middle, there’s a wet spot.
“Lie to me again, Angel. Try it. Tell me how you don’t want my fat cock thrusting into your pussy until you come, screaming my name.”
Her nostrils flare and her free hand grips the sheets, but she doesn’t deny it.
Finally.
Dipping my head, I drag my nose across her covered pussy and breathe her in. “Heaven. You smell like heaven. Just like I knew you would.”
Hooking my fingers in her thong, I drag it down her long legs. Tossing it to the side, I run my hands up her inner thighs. She parts for me without protest. I kiss and suck the skin on her inner thighs as I make my way upward.
Just her smell and the little noises she’s making almost have me coming in my jeans. It takes all my willpower to hold it back.
I knew I’d get to this point with Spencer one day, but I was not prepared. Her glistening pussy is more beautiful than I imagined.
With my face right at the juncture of her thighs, I look up at Spencer. “Last chance, Angel. Tell me ‘No.’”
Instead of answering, she bites her bottom lip and her hips lift off the mattress, barely an inch, offering her sweet slit to me.
Don’t need to tell me twice.
Without hesitation, I tilt my head down and lick her, entrance to clit, then swirl my tongue around her nub. The honey taste that is wholly Spencer explodes in my mouth.
And just like that, I’m addicted.
Spencer moans and lightly lifts her hips, pushing my face back into her pussy.
Give me a Change-of-Address form because I live here now. I’ll happily make her come like this at least three times a day, every day.
Probably more.
“Hands on the headboard, Angel, and hold on.”
She whimpers at my command and complies. Her hands go above her head, and she grips the headboard. Her knuckles turn white from the intensity.
My next lick earns me a gasp from her beautiful throat. I can’t wait to wrap my hand around it as I thrust into her.
I get lost in her sounds as I attack her core with my tongue. Once she’s soaking the sheet underneath, I circle her clit and tease her opening with my finger, but I don’t push inside. I continue stroking her entrance, and more whimpers pour from her.
Then I finally get what I’ve been wanting.
“Please, Zane. Oh God, please.”
“Please, what, Spencer?”
She lets out a frustrated sound. “I need you inside me!”
Smirking, I reply, “If that’s what you really want.” Her arousal gathers on my fingers, and I use it to push two into her pussy.
“Oh shit! Yes!” Spencer exclaims. I’m sure the neighbors can hear her by now.
My tongue flicks her clit repeatedly as I thrust my fingers in and out of her, driving her wild. Her hips find a rhythm, adding to her pleasure.
Her panting increases, but it’s not enough. I need her completely undone for me.
I cover her bundle of nerves with my mouth and suck. Her inner muscles contract around my fingers, and my hand floods with her cum. Pleasure overtakes her face as she shouts, “Zane!”
Hearing my name on her lips, knowing I’m the one who turned her into this wanton creature . . .
I’m the one undone.
My fingers continue working her pussy as I watch her climax fade. Pulling my fingers from her, I sit up on my knees and undo my pants. I push them down my thighs, along with my boxers, and my cock springs free.
Spencer tracks my movements with hunger in her eyes. Her tongue darts out, and she licks her lips as she stares at my thick length.
“Watch me, baby.” My drenched hand circles my erect cock and coats the smooth skin in her cum. I use her release as a lubricant and pump my shaft a few times. Her desire peaks again as she observes my movements. She attempts to squeeze her thighs together, but my frame is in the way.
“Tell me you don’t want me inside you, Angel. Tell me you don’t want me to shove my fat cock in your cunt and make you come again.”
Color rises in her cheeks as she, once again, gives me what I need. “Please.”
Digging in my pocket, I pull out the key and unlock the secured cuff. “Sit up and hands behind your back.”
She follows my orders swiftly, and I cuff her hands together behind her back. I grab her by the hips, lift, and then slowly lower her, impaling her on my stiff length, inch by inch. She cries out as I groan. Her muscles flutter, causing my dick to twitch inside her. Even though I just worked her with my hand, she’s tight as hell, and her cunt is stretched seductively around me.
She’s so warm. So wet.
“Condom?”
“I can’t leave your perfect pussy now that I know how you feel squeezing my dick,” I growl against her lips. “I’m clean. I promise.” I’ve never taken a woman bare before.
“It’s okay,” she pants against me, “I have an implant in my arm. We’re good.”
Fuck. This is perfect. She’s perfect.
Lifting her off my lap, I drop her back down and thrust up at the same time. We groan together. “Tell me we get to be like this every time. Nothing between us.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
“Such a good girl.” When I give her praise, her pussy chokes my cock, stealing my breath. “Now, bounce on Daddy’s lap until you soak my dick with your cum.”
We continue our motions. Spencer bucking and swiveling her hips while I piston up into her. The sounds of our arousal echo in the room as my dick slides in and out of her swollen core.
I cover her mouth with mine, our lips and tongues dancing together. I want to swallow all of her beautiful sounds. My hands find her perfect breasts and lightly pinch her hardened tips.
When I pinch harder, her toes curl, and she screams into my mouth. Her pussy contracts, triggering my own release. Ecstasy floods my body as my seed spills inside her and Spencer milks every drop from me.
Once we’ve both come down from the high, our kiss turns lazy as my hands travel up into her hair. I massage her scalp as she continues to relax in my arms, and I unlock the cuffs. I lay her on her back, then massage her wrists, kissing the inside of each.
“You’re everything to me,” I confess, and tears line her eyes.
Pulling out, I glance down and watch my cum trickle from her core. And just like that, I’m ready to go again, but she needs time to recover. She’s going to be sore.
Spencer squeals and tries to snap her legs closed. “Don’t look!”
“Why not?”
“It’s weird!”
Holy hell. This woman is adorable.
“I think it’s fucking hot.”
Her brows pinch together, and she blinks rapidly.
“Trust me, Angel.”
She eyes me skeptically but finally relents. “I do.”
The air in my lungs vanishes. Her trust is everything.
Climbing off the bed, I clean up in my bathroom and wet a soft washcloth in the sink. When I return, Spencer is drifting off to sleep. The cold from the towel makes her jolt. With my hand in the center of her chest, I ease her back down.
She squeaks when I run the fabric down her slit again, and she covers her face with her hands. “This is so weird.”
“What is?” I know what she’s talking about, but I want to hear her say it.
“Oh my God. You’re literally cleaning my vagina.”
I shrug. “It’s my mess.”
“This is still weird.”
“Angel, I had my tongue, fingers, and dick in your pussy. I bound your hands behind your back. I should take care of you, and you should expect it.”
I don’t want to think about the one that came before and the lack of aftercare. If I go there, I’ll need to kill him right now with my bare fucking hands.
Once Spencer is clean, I grab a bottle of massage oil from my nightstand. “Roll over.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
She shakes her head but does as I ask.
I pour a generous amount into my hands and knead the muscles in her back. My hands glide over her smooth skin. I find the knots along her shoulders and neck and rub each one until her entire body loses its tension.
Spencer groans. “Fuck, Zane. That feels so good.”
“Keep talking like that, and I’ll do you again right now. I need to let you rest, but I only have so much control when it comes to you.”
Spencer gasps but remains quiet for the rest of her massage. Once her muscles are loose, I lie next to her, on my side, and adjust her body so her back is plastered to my front.
“Why the handcuffs?”
Her question catches me off guard. I shouldn’t be surprised; I highly doubt she’s ever done anything like that. I should have talked to her about it before just going with it.
But as much as I want to give her everything, there are some memories that are too painful to revisit. And if I’m going to share with her, I need her to share with me. “Why does Anthony scare you?”
Her shoulders tense, but not a word leaves her lips.
Before I close my eyes, I give Spencer the news I was supposed to. “Paloma wants us to come for dinner.”
She twists so her face is in mine. “Who the hell is Paloma?”
The jealousy radiating from her fills my heart.
Yeah, she wants me.
I hold back a laugh and answer, “Rio’s mother.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh .”
“We’re going tomorrow and you’re coming with.”
A mischievous glint enters her eye.
Before she can put together any ridiculous plans, I inform her, “I should mention that Paloma knows what we do and who we are. She trusts us. If you try to tell her you’ve been chained to my bed, she’s not going to call the cops.”
“Fucking perfect,” she murmurs as she turns back over.
I’m going to hell, that’s for sure—my ticket was signed years ago—so telling a small fib isn’t going to make it any worse. Paloma kind of knows what we do. She was there for Rio during all the shit that went down with Izzy. She won’t call the cops, but she might rip us all new ass holes.
“Sleep, Angel.” I run my fingers through her hair and gently work out each tangle.
After little snores begin coming out of Spencer, I let myself dream.
I dream of a world where we all live together under one roof. Spencer is safe, there are no human traffickers to kill, and we get to lie like this in bed most days.
Something moves in my heart, and determination takes hold of me.
This will be our life. I’ll make sure of it.