“Don’t put this on me. You’re the one who probably missed me because I’m amazing,” I counter.
He rolls me back so that I’m under him again. “Don’t get cocky now.”
“No, that would be your hard dick that’s pressing into me.”
His head falls forward near the corner of my neck as he laughs.
And for a moment we stop in our frantic moves to stay in an entranced gaze before he places a long deep kiss against my lips, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
Swallowing, I’m scared to blink and to find this could be a dream.
“You’re right. I’m not complaining that you’re here,” I whisper. “Shh. Don’t you dare come out with an arrogant remark and ruin the moment,” I warn.
A devilish smirk forms on his mouth. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Now let me inside before I lose my mind.” His hand disappears between us, and my body follows his lead.
And to my surprise, we move slowly, savoring the moments as clothes disappear and our hands explore. The moment he’s inside of me, I now know another fact about Spencer Crews; he’s trouble for my emotional state.
* * *
Lyingin bed with my head against Spencer’s chest, the sheet is tangled around us. His fingers graze my arm in long strokes.
“Can I ask you something?” I break our silence as we’ve laid quietly for a few minutes.
“Sure.”
“I know you use my mom’s firm for your legal stuff. Hope you get a neighbor discount since Hudson is her brother, but like, how much have you worked with my mom? She’s not allowed to say, yet she seems to be a fan and not in the baseball sense.”
He scoffs a laugh and squeezes me tighter. “Enough. She helped with some family law matters. You two have a few similarities, but you are quite different too.”
“I would say I get that from my father, but I don’t know who that is.”
Spencer dips his gaze down. “It’s not about biology when it comes to being a parent.” His tone is firm, adamant almost.
“I know, but my curiosity runs deep.”
“Ever thought of running one of those genealogy test kit things?”
I think for a second. “No. I guess I don’t want to rock the boat, you know? I was given a great life, and in the end, it was a choice of whomever it was and a choice for my mom to have me this way. He gave her a gift, so that’s enough for me to respect his decision, whomever he may be.”
Spencer seems to ponder my words. “I wonder if more people have that theory,” he states simply. “Do you think you are at peace with it all because you always knew? Like, what would you have done if you found out when you were older?”
“I think knowing from the start is a big part, but everyone is different. I had a friend who was adopted and only found out when she was eighteen, and it got to her. She wished she never knew, because her parents were her parents, and their lack of shared genes wasn’t an important fact that she needed to know. I guess they are all okay now, though.”
“Right.” He goes quiet for a second. “Can I ask you something now?”
“Of course.”
“You want kids one day?”
His question surprises me. “Wow, we are already at this stage of discussion?” I tease him, and he flashes me an unimpressed look. “It’s not something I have an overpowering feeling about, but I think one day, yeah. If you are asking if Hadley is an issue, then, well, you know I like her more than you.”
Spencer smiles to himself and begins to brush my hair with his fingers.
“She doesn’t know that I’m seeing you. I just told her I had a meeting in the city.”
“I get it. We don’t really know what we’re doing. My mom never introduced any dates until they hit the three-month mark, there were only a few.”
“I think we know what we’re doing.”
