5. Chapter Five
S pencer stands from the bench and walks slowly behind me. Like a predator stalking its prey. I have never been more excited at the thought of being absolutely destroyed.
He walks around me and the next thing I feel is my pants being ripped off of me. My panties follow. My bare ass is bent over the back of the garden bench, eagerly awaiting the railing I'm about to get.
A few seconds pass and I don't feel anything. What the hell is going on? Turning my head, I find Spencer pumping his fist over his cock, inches away from me.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, staring back at him.
“I'm waiting for you to beg for it,” He responds. “I'm waiting for you to tell me what you want. Exactly how you want it. Do you want me to fuck this pussy, Lila?”
Something about how he’s speaking to me is the most erotic thing I've ever heard.
“Fuck yes, I do. I want you to fuck my pussy. Please, Spencer. Fuck my pussy. Make it yours.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, Spencer thrusts into me. He pulls my hips to him, delving deliciously deep into me. He stands there for a moment before thrusting wildly into my pussy. Each thrust is harder than the last, sending goosebumps up my arms and down my back. Heat pools in my belly as he hits that perfect spot over and over again with each thrust.
“Cum for me, Lila.”
That's all it takes. An orgasm so intense pulsates through my entire body, that my knees threaten to give way. But he doesn't stop.
He fucks me through it, holding my hips to him until he pulls out and cums on the rose bush beside us.
“Good game,” he chuckles, smacking my ass.
“Good game,” I laugh, standing up and pulling my pants back on. Spencer pulls me into an embrace and kisses my cheek.
“Not quite how I envisioned our first time, but this was amazing,” he said after a moment.
“You've put thought into our first time?” I laugh.
He redresses himself quickly and extends his hand to me. I take it and we stand there for a moment before I start trudging back toward the parking lot.
“I have. I thought it would be on a bed.”
“We can fuck on a bed if you want to,” I say with a wink.
“Oh we will,” he says, trailing behind me as I open the gate.
We get to the back lot and I lock the gate again. I turn to Spencer and he's in a happy daze. Like he doesn't have a care in the world.
Honestly, I'm still a bit shocked he spoke to me like that. It was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. And the growl ? Christ on a cracker.
We reach his car after a minute and I turn to face him. “Well, next time, I'll take you back to my place.”
“Is that a date?” he asks with a grin.
The dimple on his cheek is my favorite thing when he grins like that.
“Yes, yes it is,” I nod. “I'll call you in the morning. I have to open up here but I'm off early.”
“What time are you off?” he asks, propping his leg against his car.
“Eleven. We could do a breakfast date and then go back to my place for round two? Only if you're up for it.”
“Lila, I will never not be up for it. I will call you at eleven. Good night, Little Masterpiece,” he says, kissing the back of my hand.
“My, my. What a gentleman,” I laugh.
“Seeing as to how we have an audience, I thought this the most appropriate course of action,” he says, nodding over to the storefront window.
Sure as shit, Mami, Papi, and both of my stupid brothers are all standing there staring like we're a circus act. Gracious. They could at least pretend they're not so nosey.
“I am so sorry about them.”
“It's okay, Lila. It's endearing, really.”
Spencer turns and waves at them through the window. They nearly trip over each other trying to act natural. I snort loudly.
“They're a mess. But I can't wait to see you tomorrow,” I kiss his cheek.
“Until then, little masterpiece.”
Spencer walks me to the front door and gently kisses my lips before opening the door for me. I walk in and wave at him as he turns back toward his car.
Josh and Marc are both standing at the deli, smirking at me. Funny how quickly I'm reminded why I don't bring anyone I date around.
“So you and the animal guy, huh?” Josh starts.
“Kinda like you and the bread girl,” I jab back at him.
He's been in a ‘secret’ relationship with our bread supplier for months now. How idiotic is he to think none of us notice them running off together every single time she's here?
“Touche.”
“Well, is he good to you?” Marc asks.
“The perfect gentleman. And he makes me happy,” I answer.
“Good,” Marc says, crossing his arms.
“Yeah, that is good, but what happened to his mug?” Josh asks.
“I will be dealing with that.”
Like that, my good mood is shrouded in rage once more.
“Dealing with it or dealing with it?” Josh asks.
“I think you know. It is high time I come out of retirement, no?” I cock my head to the side.
“Well, shit. Okay.”
Josh throws his hands up. It's been years since I've had to play the role of enforcer. I stepped out of that life and settled into this mundane one.
“You owe me fifty bucks,” Marc says, poking Josh's arm.
“You two bet on me?”
“Damn straight I did. I knew your temper would never allow you to leave for good,” Marc laughs.
“I, however, gave you the benefit of the doubt and am now fifty bucks poorer for it,” Josh whines.
“Oh grow up. I'm gunna head home and catch some sleep before I open again tomorrow. And, Marc? If you get that info I asked for, leave it in the back for me?” I ask.
“Of course.”
Marc nods his head and I turn back toward the door. Josh whispers something about Spencer, but I elect to let it go. Walking to my car, I let my hair down and put the hair tie on my wrist. God, it feels good to let loose after a long shift and a good fucking.
I drive to my apartment without even touching the radio. When I pull up, I noticed my door is open. I know it wasn't open when I left. In fact, it was locked. Cracking my knuckles I get out of my car and walk to my front door. I push it open to find that somebody had kicked my door in. Have I been robbed?
Silently I walk inside and head straight for my knife block in the kitchen. I pulled the meat cleaver out of its holster with my right hand, and the butcher knife with my left. I stand there for a moment, but I don't hear anything. Weird. I guess it was just a robbery. I should probably go grab my phone and call the police. Insurance being what insurance is, they're going to want a police report. Well, this sucks.
I walk back to the front door taking inventory of everything that has been smashed or knocked over. The expensive things like the TV and the PlayStation 5 have not been touched. In fact, I don't think anything at all was taken. Is this a scare tactic? From whom?
My brothers will have a field day with this one. I go to grab the door to pull it open when an arm wraps around me from behind. It's a man's arm, and he's wearing a suit. I take the butcher knife and stab his forearm. I twisted around and yank it down until he let go of me. Turning around, I find two men in suits. One of them is standing to the side staring at me, while the other one nurses his arm.
“Miss Blum, it would be in your best interest not to fight back.”
“You dumb mother fuckers. You have no idea whose house you broke into tonight.”
I spin both knives around ready to attack.
“Miss Blum, we just want to talk,” the one standing farthest away from me says.
“Talk? Talk about what? You broke into my house, tossed my place and now you just want to talk, this idiot's already put his hands on me. Why would I believe that you just want to talk?”
“We just want to have a civilized conversation about your boyfriend, Mister Calderone.”
Spencer? Do these assholes want to talk about Spencer? Wait. These are probably the two guys who beat him up. Now it's my turn to play.
“What about him?” I ask as I move into a defensive stance.
“We need you to convince him to sell his little shelter.”
“And what makes you think he'll listen to me?”
“You're his girlfriend, aren't you? He wouldn't want anything to happen to you, now would he?”
“I don't think it's me you should be worried about.”
The man nursing his arm turns to me, his eyes full of rage. Yeah, I guess I could see how he would be pretty pissed off that I cut up his arm, but I'm pretty pissed off they broke into my apartment. I did say I wanted my final girl moment, but this is not what I meant.
The one nursing is armed dashes towards me with his giant hands balled into fists. He pulls back to swing at me, but I'm too fast. I dodged his attack and he stumbles into the wall. He catches himself with his hand splayed open. With the meat cleaver, I liberate his fingers from his hand. Blood spurts all around us, and I feel the adrenaline starting. It has been far too long.
The big oaf stands there stunned for a moment. With the edge of the butcher knife, I outline his jaw. One little nick is all it would take. I don't want to have to clean up a body tonight. As it is right now, I could square this up to self-defense. The cops would believe that. Two grown men against little ole me.
The other man dashes towards me. I pin the first guy's hand to the wall with the butcher knife and turn my attention to the second. He's barreling across the living room at full speed. I don't have time to maneuver around.
I brace myself for impact and lower myself. By the time he gets to me, I ball up my fist and punch with everything I have. My fist makes contact with his groin. And like that, a man twice my size crumbles like paper before me.
Grabbing the Medusa statue Lici gifted me last Halloween from my shelf, I bust it over the man's head who is still pinned to the wall. He sinks to the floor, blood trickling from his temple. I turn my attention to the man I punched in the balls. Kicking his side, I get his attention.
I move my foot to his chest and apply pressure. He chokes up a bit and I apply pressure.
“Here is how this is going to go. You will leave Spencer alone. Your employer will leave Spencer alone. If they do not, I'm coming for them next, and I will not be stopping at a few missing fingers. Do you understand?” I ask as I press my foot into his throat.
He nods vigorously. Good enough for me. I lift my foot and swiftly kick him in the side of the head. Both men are unconscious before I go back to get my phone.
I should call an ambulance for these idiots.