“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mutter to myself.
His tongue finds a rhythm, and my lungs want to burst out of my chest because I can’t breathe.
“Spencer,” I attempt to say his name, but it comes out a long slew of letters. My hand lands on his shoulder so I don’t fall.
Then he throws me off when he interlaces our hands against the wall, but he doesn’t stop with his tongue. He keeps stroking me and making sounds like he's enjoying every millisecond.
I close my eyes as I melt into the feeling of being ravished. And they stay closed until I’m unraveling against his mouth, convulsing from the effect.
He stays on me until I seem to have calmed down before he slowly rises to stand, with the water the only sound between us, our eyes intense as we both visibly breathe out of pace.
I move to touch him, return the favor, but he stops me by grabbing my arm.
“Trust me, the stone wall won’t be comfortable for the way I plan to fuck you. Good night, April.” He runs his knuckles along my cheek before he is quick to step away, grab a towel, and disappear.
What in the world just happened?
I’m totally lost.
Because the next day, after avoidance, he surprises me when he returns home from picking Hadley up at school.
When I look at the kitchen counter, my blood boils yet again…
12
SPENCER
April looks like she is going to kill me.
I look between the bouquet of autumn orange roses that I left on the counter and April who is standing by the fridge, dumbfounded, her mouth parted open and her throat visibly gulping.
“What in the world?” Her eyes could drill a hole into the flowers.
My cheeky smirk comes out in full swing. “I’m doing what we calllistening.” I walk around the kitchen island and look over my shoulder at Hadley who I picked up from school and who is now eating a snack of donut bites. They have hidden zucchini and apples in it, and April conveniently left them out on a plate with a juice box, ready for Hadley’s arrival.
April is thoughtful that way. It irks me, and not in a bad way either, but I can’t focus on that feeling when a scowl sweeps across her face.
“Listening?” April approaches the flowers as if they might destruct.
I turn to Hadley. “You see, a guy should alwaysaskif you would like to go somewhere, and sometimes they bring flowers to soften the deal. Then you should think about their offer, probably discuss it with your dad, and then give an answer.”
“Huh?” My daughter just looks at me, uninterested, before popping another ball into her mouth.
“Yeah, what she said.” April looks at me with hesitation.
Taking a few steps with confidence, I glue my sight on April, ensuring her bewildered eyes stay fixed on me. “Well, April, will you accompany me for this charity event?”
She straightens her neck and looks around the room. I have her trapped because Hadley is watching us, which is why her sight pauses on my daughter for a second before focusing on me.
“I think I’m missing a please.” She cocks her head to the side.
Difficult, this one. My grin turns tight. “Will youpleasedo me the honor of accompanying me to the charity event.”
Now she smiles with accomplishment, one hand finding her hip and the other touching the roses. “Sure. Nice touch with the roses, by the way.”
“Does this mean you get to dress up like a princess?” Hadley asks April.
April awkwardly hums a sound. “Depends on what your daddy has in mind, but I’m sure a potato sack wouldn’t suffice.”
