“The biggest thing I need is a drill, and if you have a circular saw, that would be a lifesaver.”
“I do. I also have a couple of sawhorses I can bring back.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Dom claps me on the back. “We made a promise to someone very special four years ago that we would all look after Spencer, and that is what we are going to do.” With that, he was walking away.
I want to ask questions, but I don’t, because I don’t think it’s his story to tell. Jaxon and Dom have this older brother, protective vibe with Spencer. The moments I’ve been able to spend with him, I can see why. And no, not because he is the most sexy, uncoordinated person I’ve ever met or the fact that he fits perfectly beneath me. I spent the rest of the afternoon thinking things I should not be thinking about Spencer. His eyes, his lips, his cock hard against mine.Fuck!
* * *
How to describe the look Spencer is currently giving me after he comes out the back of the bookstore? Well, it’s like half, who the fuck do you think you are, and half surprise.
I want to kiss that look right off his face.Wait, fuck, no that’s not…My thoughts trail off as he steps closer to me.
“Hi, umm, what’s going on? Jules says you've been out here all afternoon.”
“Just a couple of hours and I’m almost done.”
“I was going to call someone to come out today. I just ran out of time,” Spencer says, as he moves closer and rests his arm on the new handrail. He is now less than a foot away from where I stand. We are close enough for me to see his brown eyes. They are lined with thick black eyeliner and shaded with a deep blue color. My heart skips a beat, and my cock jerks at the sight of his head tilted up at me. The image of his pouty pink lips wrapped around my cock is almost too much to handle.
“It’s no problem, really!” Although the current situation in my pants is a problem. Jesus, I need to rein myself in. I like Spencer, but I need to be focusing on my new job and getting my feet under me.
“At least let me pay you,” Spencer says, and I have a feeling my next words might make him not so happy.
“If I did that, Jaxon would kick me out on the street. I talked to him, and Jaxon paid for the materials, and Dom provided most of the tools.”
My phone rings and I pull it out of my back pocket to see who it is. I have a feeling I know. It’s been a week and a half since I left LA, and my mother and Max are probably noticing I’m gone. Sure enough, Max’s name lights up the screen. I silence my phone and shove it back in my pocket, trying to hide my annoyance.
“Sorry about that,” I say.
“If you need to take that,” Spencer starts to say, shuffling his feet back and forth, when my phone rings again.
“No, it’s nobody important,” I say as I take the phone back out of my pocket and shut the fucking thing off. I don’t want to deal with them right now.
Turning my attention back to Spencer, I see a small smile curve up the corner of his mouth. Bending down, I grab the last board I need to measure and cut.
“So, was Jaxon upset I let the stairs get this bad?”
I chuckle. “No, he was more upset that he never noticed the boards needed to be replaced. He and Dom were beside themselves.”
I carefully measure out the length before saying, “plug your ears for a second.”
Spencer tilts his head in confusion before I chuckle and hold up the saw. He grins as he laughs and covers his ears. I quickly place my cut before going over to the bottom step, placing the board and picking up the drill.
“Would you like to do the honors?” I say while holding out the drill. His eyes go comically wide when he brings his hands up.
“What! No, No, No. I don’t think that would be an excellent idea. Do you not remember the calamity that was the other day? Giving me a power drill is not something any sane person would do, plus I would like to keep all my fingers,” he says, bringing them up to his face to wiggle them.
“Huh, good thing I’m not completely sane, then.” Reaching out, I grab his hand, pulling it from in front of his face. “You're going to be fine, trust me, okay?” Placing the drill in his hand, “I’ll help you.”
I grab a screw and show him where it needs to be placed. When I look at him, his whole body is frozen, so I carefully take the drill back out of his hand.
“I have an idea. Why don't I get the screw started and then you finish it?” Spencer nods his head rapidly.
Kneeling down, I hold the screw in place, then use the drill to get it partially into the wood before handing it back to Spencer. I move out of the way and stand behind him. He kneels down, lines the head of the drill with the screw and pulls the trigger. Beautifully, the screw slides the rest of the way into place.
Letting out a loud squeal, Spencer turns and looks up at me with the biggest grin.
