I laugh. “I can watch him while you get the tab.”
“Thanks,” Jaxon says. “Hopefully, he will stay upright.”
Jaxon heads to the bar, and I move around to throw my arms around his waist to keep him still.
“Spencer? Where did my best Spence go? I was supposed to help him hide from the mean Blake Monroe, Jules made me promise.”
“What? Who is Blake Monroe?”
“He is the big evil ex. We don’t like him. He is not a nice person. He is mean to Spencer, but he won’t tell us, shhhh…. so Jules and I made a pact, like in the boy scouts, to always watch his back and now… I’ve lost his back.”
Thankfully, Jaxon comes back just as the waterworks start.
“I’ve lost his back!” Alex wails.
“Huh, what did I miss?”
“Don’t worry, Alex, I’ll go check on Spencer… Look, Jaxon is back. He is going to give you a ride home,” I say, patting Jaxon with a, “good luck…”
“Alright kid, Let’s get your jacket.”
“I’m not a kid, I’m a grown man, I just come in small packaging. And I quite like myself.”
“I’m sorry hun, I didn’t mean anything by it... Come on, I’ll see if I can grab you pie on the way out.”
“Yay! Pie!” Alex says as Jaxon leads him away.
Looking around, I still don’t see Spencer. He has been gone awhile.
I look over at Jules, who is saying goodbye to Alex. She makes eye contact with me, then scans the room. When her gaze finds its way back to mine, I mouth, “I’ll go look,” then point down the hall.
I don’t know who this Blake dude is, but I don’t like him. After Jules’s talk with Spencer, he came back almost like he was trying to hide himself. “Fuck.”
I make my way through the crowd in search of Spencer. When I turn down the back hallway, I don’t like what I see, and what I hear makes my blood boil. Some buttoned up asshole has Spencer pinned up against the wall, his hands on each side, caging him in.
“I mean, look at you. You always wanted to wear that hideous shit all over your face. You look like a whore… Is that what you are? Because we both know you’re just a fucking tease.” What the ever loving fuck?
“Get your fucking hands off me, Blake, just let me go. You’re drunk. Go back to your asshole friends where you belong,” Spencer bites back as he tries to push away. As soon as Blake grabs Spencer’s arm, I’m on him in an instant.
I grab his arm, twist it behind his back, and slam him against the opposite wall with a satisfying thud.
“Hey man, what the fuck?” Blake says, grabbing his nose. Before he can get himself completely upright, Spencer moves in and knees him right in the crotch. He drops to the ground with a groan.
I can’t hide the smile. Spencer taking Blake down is a sexy sight to see. My dick has been a hair trigger away all night, and that almost does me in.
I turn to Spencer and pull him close to me.
“Babe, you okay?” I ask, brushing my hand across his brow, looking for any sign he’s hurt.
Moaning through the pain, Blake spits out, “Oh dude, don’t even try. His virgin ass will never give it up. He’s just a tease.”
Spencer’s eyes go wide with horror. I look at him in confusion.
I'm surprised, yeah, a little, but Spencer looks mortified, then a breathy “Oh my god” slips past his lips. He drops his head and takes off down the hall, back to the bar area.
I walk over to Blake and kick him in the ribs.
“Stay the fuck away from Spencer. You really don’t want me to bloody another shirt.”
