Chapter 21
21
Cortney
I convulse at the shock of his tongue against my heated center. The fingers tangled in his hair jerk so hard he lets out a grunt against my clit. The vibrations only enhance the pleasure he’s creating there. My neck arches against the plush white pillow beneath my head, and my eyes slam closed while silver sparks dance behind the lids.
“I’m already so close,” I pant. The muscles just beneath my navel tighten with his experienced licks. Somehow, he knows the perfect amount of pressure to apply to my clit. The way he slips a finger inside to gently stroke the spot that will make me see stars.
We spent two weeks together, and he surely used the time to study my body well.
Two weeks without has me ready and on the edge.
My thighs clamp around his head with the next flick of his tongue, and as he sucks my clit, I just barely manage to gasp, “I’m coming!”
Like a true gentleman, Spencer doubles his efforts and doesn’t crawl up my body until I’m a boneless, shaking mess.
“I love the taste of you, Kitten.”
“Is it my turn to taste you?”
He presses a damp kiss on the ridge of my collarbone. “Later. Right now, I need to be inside you.”
I help him shove his open jeans the rest of the way down his legs. He settles his body like a comforting weight between my thighs. When he lifts his head, his heated gaze sends a shiver cascading down my spine.
“Keep looking at me, Cortney,” he orders.
He reaches between us to fist his cock. His elbow extends with a few steady pumps. The tip of him brushes against my opening, and my eyelids start to flutter at the light touch.
“Eyes open. I want to watch your face when I enter you.”
My stomach hollows as the first inch pushes inside. Spencer moves with a calculated slowness. Holding us both on the edge of pleasure, he works his way in. After the next small thrust, his arm begins to shake where he holds himself above me. I want to throw my head back and close my eyes, but I hold his gaze and the intense vulnerability he’s showing me.
When he finally seats himself, my core clenches. The aftershocks of my first orgasm ripple to life around his size, and we both gasp.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “You feel so good around me, baby. I have to move.”
“Please,” I beg, finally losing the battle and slamming my eyes shut. I buck my hips to meet his.
He begins fucking me, moving with a sureness that comes from knowing my body. Hours spent together made us familiar with one another. He knows exactly how hard I like it. How hard he likes it. It’s not long until his muscles tense above me.
“I need to come, Cortney.”
Hearing my name wrapped in that raspy tone pushes me closer to the edge.
Without needing my direction, he slips his hand between our sweaty bodies and strokes my clit. Within a few more unwavering thrusts, I’m right there with him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, wrapping my limbs tight around him and burying my face in his neck. The smell of pine and grease mingles with Spencer’s unique scent.
“That’s it. Come with me, Cortney. It’s been too long. I need to feel you tighten around me.”
With a final swipe across my clit, I’m splintering beneath him. Spencer roars his release. The sound of the guttural groan throws me into a second peak, and I cry out his name.
A few moments pass with only the sound of our labored breaths to break the silence.
“Fuck, baby. A double? Really?”
I crack open an eyelid and glare without heat. “Is that a problem?”
“Hell no.” Spencer grins wickedly. “It just means I have a record to beat.”
A frisson of energy bursts to life at his teasing. The implication is clear. He plans to be here for a while.
“So we’re doing this then?”
Spencer slips free, rolls us to our sides, and yanks the blanket over our naked bodies. “Doing what, fucking? Because I can absolutely fuck you again. Just give me a few minutes to recover.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
I wave my hand vaguely. “This. Us. We’re going to be together.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Is that what you want?”
His brows pinch together. “Haven’t I made it clear? I want you, Cortney. However it is that I can have you.”
My heart rate kicks up a notch, forcing me to seek confirmation. “No more running?”
Spencer shakes his head and presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “No more running.”
“What about my family? My son?” In the post-orgasm glow, reality begins to seep back in. Just thinking about Oliver gives me a shiver, and not the good kind. He’s nearly big enough to try to kick Spencer’s ass if this doesn’t work out. My boy is protective of me, something ingrained in him by his uncles.
“We can tell them tomorrow.”
My eyes slide to the side. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
His warm hand cups my chin and tilts my face to bring my gaze back to his. “We have time.”
“This town isn’t very big. There aren’t a lot of places to hide.” At his gentle smile, I settle into the pillows, feeling my body relax. Spencer’s scent fills my nose as I burrow deeper into the bed.
“We can tell them whenever you want.”
“Next year sounds nice.”
“I was thinking more like next week.”
My eyes grow wide at the short timeline. Before I can panic, Spencer rolls into me, taking me flat on my back. His fingers continue to sift through my long, messy strands. The rhythmic tugging soothes me.
“I’m kidding. But it wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t tell you that I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
“In a rush for something?”
“Too much time was already stolen from us.” His expression darkens. I find his statement oddly cryptic.
“We didn’t know,” I murmur, lifting my head to kiss him. “We were dumb kids.”
“ I was a dumb kid. You were perfect. I never could figure out why you saw me differently than everyone else.”
“I saw the real you. You might have been a troublemaker, but you never hurt anyone.”
“Sure I did. I hurt you.”
“It’s okay.”
He groans into my mouth, opening immediately to taste me with his tongue. “I can’t believe I stayed away from this for so long.” He kisses me again, stroking his tongue softly against mine. “I meant what I said. Now that I’ve kissed you, I’m not going to stop.”
I flop back against the pillow. “I don’t understand that rule.”
Spencer settles his elbow in the mattress and drops his head into his hand. “The last woman I kissed was you.”
“Obviously.” I roll my eyes.
He shakes his head. “The last woman I kissed was you the night I left.”
“Spencer, what…?”
“It was too perfect,” he goes on. “And intimate. I knew the second I snuck out of that motel room that I wouldn’t let myself kiss anyone else unless I knew it would be more perfect than that.”
He goes on. “No one compared.”
His hand cups my cheek. “Wasn’t even close.”
The corners of my eyes prick with tears. “Then why not kiss me at the resort?”
“Because you wanted a fling, and I didn’t think I’d survive walking away from you a second time if I had.”
“You must have some willpower.”
“If you think for one second it was easy, you better think again, gorgeous.”
“I’m glad you’re kissing me now.”
“Oh really?” The pad of his thumb runs across my bottom lip.
“Nobody else has made me feel the way you do when you kiss me.”
“Can’t tell you how fucking happy that makes me, Kitten.”
A comforting silence settles over us as Spencer plays with my hair. My body begins to relax in a way it hasn’t for the past two weeks.
“What happens with us now?”
He settles into the bed and pulls me across his chest. The steady thump of his heart beneath my ear is like a soothing lullaby.
“I want to take you out on dates, though if we aren’t telling anyone, we’ll have to get creative.”
“I can cook for you.” I run my fingers through the dark curls on his chest. “Ollie stays out with his friend Lincoln enough that we’d have the house to ourselves.”
“I like the sound of that. What do you cook?”
“Oh, just about anything, really. I had to learn so Ollie could have a diet of something other than cereal and frozen pizzas. I love one-pot pastas, but the boys get excited whenever I fire up the grill.”
“I’m not a picky eater. You decide what you want to make, and I’ll bring dessert. Are you free tomorrow?”
“You aren’t sick of me yet?”
“Never.” He kisses my knuckles one by one. “If I see you tomorrow, that just means I get to fuck you again.”
My vagina gives an eager little clench.
“You’re going to have to put a pause on that because Ollie has a baseball game tomorrow. I’m free on Wednesday night, though.”
“Wednesday it is. You better pencil me in.”
“I can assure you my schedule isn’t that full.”
Spencer takes me to my back. “Do you want it to be? Because I have a few ideas on how we can occupy your time.”
“I think I might need a demonstration.”
He slants his head and kisses me.
“I forgot I need to thank you,” I say when we come up for air.
“What for?”
My gaze shifts to the side. “I ran into Sebastian the other day.”
Spencer stiffens, but his voice remains steady. “Tell me what happened.”
“He said he’s been trying to get ahold of me, but I forgot someone blocked his number.” My pointed look places blame in the appropriate place.
“Can’t imagine that idiot would have anything important to say.”
“He didn’t.” The pillow crinkles beneath me as I shake my head. “He wanted another chance.”
Spencer’s jaw clenches. “You’re shitting me. After what he did?”
I run a soothing finger down his cheek. “I told him there’s no chance.”
He catches the digit in his fist, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. “You shouldn’t have had to. That guy is fucked in the head if he thinks he should be allowed to even breathe the same air as you.”
“I essentially told him the same thing.”
Spencer flips us again and rearranges me on his chest. “Think it’s time someone else tells him to get lost.”
“He’ll go away eventually.”
“Not soon enough,” he mutters. “Next time he bothers you, you call me.”
“I can handle him.”
“I know you can.” Spencer lifts his chin to press a tender kiss to my forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know. The problem I have with that is you shouldn’t have to. You’ve done enough on your own.”