Chapter 8
CHAPTER 8
RIO
A fter we left my childhood home, I was able to breathe a bit easier. Gabriel wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Spencer, not after I’ve made it clear that she’s ours—not just mine and Zane’s. She’s Asher’s too, even if he won’t admit it yet.
Once we got back to our brownstone, Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with me and went straight to Zane’s room. The lock clicked into place after she shut the door.
We decided to forego the handcuffs since she seemed to finally be on board with being ours after our bathroom activity.
She looked like she was processing everything that was said, and I should give her space to do so. But that was over twelve hours ago. Zane and Asher both left for work, and locks were meant to be picked . . . right?
If Zane would just give me a key to his room, I wouldn’t have to do this song and dance.
Setting aside my lock pick set, I open the door and make my way into the room on quiet feet. I find Spencer peering into the closet and scanning through her new wardrobe, getting ready for the day. My eyes go straight to her ass that’s in a new pair of panties, seeing as I took the thong she was wearing yesterday. Lace traces the curves of her cheeks, and I feel myself grow hard.
As my gaze wanders upward, I’m met with silky smooth skin.
No shirt. No bra.
Is this heaven?
When Spencer finally feels my eyes on her, she turns and lets out a yelp, jumping backward into the closet and covering her beautiful tits with her arm.
“How the hell did you get in here?”
Widening my eyes, I point to the door.
“I swear I locked it . . .” Her voice trails off.
My only answer is to shrug my shoulders and drink in all of her skin on display for my viewing pleasure. The way her waist flares out to her perfect hips, the way her breasts are pressed against her arm.
What I wouldn’t give to have them in my face again like they were yesterday.
I should feel ashamed for doing what we did in the bathroom of my childhood home, but remorse is not a feeling I’m familiar with. When you do and say what you mean, you have no regrets.
Spencer’s cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink as she notices the bulge in my jeans. Her lips flatten. “You could look away.”
Raising a brow, I cross my arms and lean back. With a smirk, I reply, “So could you,” and gesture to my dick.
“I’m the one that’s barely dressed!”
I came in here to check on her and get her to talk to me, but those plans flew out the window when I got a look at that delectable ass.
“I could get undressed if you want.” Prowling towards her, I continue. “I could drop to my knees right here and drag those panties down your sexy legs with my teeth, then worship you the way I’ve dreamed of for weeks.”
Her breaths become short and more frequent, causing her tits to stick out more around her arm in a way that would make any man weak in the knees.
I want to see my cum smeared across her luscious mounds.
Marking her, claiming her.
With my height, I tower over her frame. I lean down so my mouth is at her ear, but we don’t touch anywhere else. Taking her lobe between my teeth, I give it a little tug, and she lets out a moan.
“Is that what you want, Mama? Do you want me on my knees, tonguing that wet cunt?”
With her free hand, she pushes on my chest, and I respect her decision by taking a step backward. But only a small step.
Like, an inch.
“You should not be in here while I’m like this.”
“Like what? Naked?”
“Yes! I’m naked, and you’re fully clothed. The power imbalance here is strong. Not that I think you should get naked with me right now—or ever. I don’t expect that. There are zero expectations in that department.”
I bite my lip to keep the smile at bay. “You should have very high expectations when it comes to us getting naked together, Mama.”
Lust and need fill her eyes, but there’s a hint of hesitation. Not the kind that only needs a little encouragement to disappear. This hesitation hints at a dilemma.
“What is it, Spencer?”
She nibbles at her lip. “Maybe we can talk about this when I’m clothed?”
“No need to get dressed on my account. I’m not offended by your body in the slightest.” I drag my gaze up and down her curvy body to emphasize my point.
“That’s—uhhh—nice.” She cringes. “Could you turn around?”
“Nope.”
“No?” Spencer blinks rapidly.
I shake my head in answer.
Her nostrils flare as she lets out a frustrated breath. “Fine.” She reaches behind her and grabs the first few things her hand lands on—a band tee and leggings—then she stomps off to the bathroom to change, and I keep my eyes glued to that jiggling ass as she walks away.
When Spencer returns from the bathroom, I’m lying on the bed with my hands resting behind my head and my ankles crossed. She walks in timidly, and I quickly realize it’s because she still doesn’t have a bra on.
Thank God.
I’m all about freeing the tits.
She stands at the end of Zane’s bed, fidgeting with her hands.
“No need to be shy, Spencer. Come here. Make yourself comfortable.”
The shy look in her eye turns to skepticism as she makes her way to the opposite side and sits cross-legged, facing me. Before she can react, I snag her around the waist and lay her on top of me. My arms circle her waist, preventing her from pulling away.
“Rio!”
“Much better.” I give her a self-satisfied smile.
She narrows her eyes, and her face has a pinched expression.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, Mama.”
Her eyes wander to the side. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No more secrets, Spencer. Talk to me.”
Spencer concentrates on the collar of my shirt as she ponders her next words, running her hands up and down my chest.
If she does that much longer, I’m going to fuck her right here on this bed.
That’s not a bad idea.
Clearing her throat she says, “Solana and I talked a little bit.”
My body tenses. I’m not sure what Spencer and my baby sister discussed, but by Spencer’s demeanor, I can assume it’s not how I wore Spiderman boxers through my teens.
I’ve never cared too much about what people think. It’s not in my nature, but for some reason, I care. I care what Spencer will think when she knows the truth.