“You okay? You were a little quiet during the bedtime routine.”
I lunge forward and cup her face in my hands before crashing my mouth onto hers. “Can we not talk?” I plead.
She studies my eyes for a moment and seems to grasp that I need an escape and she nods gently.
Kissing her again, I lead her back to the door and pin her arms up.
“No bed?” she muses in a whisper.
My answer is to lift her up and walk us a few steps and plant her on the dresser, causing something to fall to the floor, but neither one of us cares.
“Okay, no bed,” she answers her own question before kissing me again.
I grip both sides of her flimsy t-shirt, and in one pull, I tear the fabric open, and my mouth travels her skin with no ordered pattern. I just want to take what she is offering. She doesn’t question it either as her hands help lower my shorts, and it doesn’t take long before I’m pounding into her, as she is ready and willing.
Her legs tremble and her pussy squeezes. My mouth seems to be taking my inner wrath out on her. The dresser shakes, and her breathy moan breaks my delirious thought.
I place my hand against her mouth. “Shh, baby, we have to be quiet. You understand?” I whisper, and she nods, with her hair now a disheveled mess. Removing my hand, I can’t stop staring at her swollen lips. “Squeeze more,” I demand.
Her eyes try to pry an answer out of me as to where my mind is, but I offer no answer because her body follows my cues, and her arms hold me tighter.
“Spencer,” she whispers.
“Am I hurting you?” My voice is hoarse.
“No. Deeper.”
I groan into her ear, because that’s my girl, joining in on this ride.
We stay a tangled mess on top of my dresser until we both come undone sooner than I would have hoped.
She rubs circles on my back, as I stay put inside of her. I appreciate that she doesn’t ask what just happened, because the truth is that she has managed to sneak into my life to the point that I don’t ever want her to go, but my body and brain have connected that this means I need to share the secrets that I’ve been holding onto and may just push her away…
22
APRIL
Brushing Hadley’s hair, she is wiggly today.
“Two more seconds then we’re done, I promise.” I touch her shoulders to force her to look straight. She has on her favorite dress, because today is a special occasion.
“What’s going on?” Spencer asks as he enters the living room.
I quickly glance over my shoulder, trying not to lose focus on my task. “We’re getting ready.”
“For what?”
Closing the clip in Hadley’s hair, I scoot her away. “All done. Just don’t get messy.” Turning my full attention to Spencer, I plaster on a big smile. “I have a surprise.”
He scratches the back of his neck, unsure. “What would that be?” He peers over my shoulder and notices a woman with dark hair outside. “Who is that?”
Stepping closer to him, I take his hands in mine. “Don’t kill me, but I know someone who takes pictures, and I think your walls could use some family photos. You don’t really have many.”
“Oh.” His look is perplexed. “I guess, you did mention once that I keep the house compartmentalized.”
Tugging him with me, we walk to the living room wall where there are photos. It’s just Spencer and baseball teams. The only somewhat personal one is of him in which he looks like he is in high school with a friend. They seem to be laughing in the parking lot next to a baseball field, I can tell by the fence in the background.
“Sport photos make sense, but a few photos of you and Hadley will make this wall perfect, don’t you think?” I ask, noticing his eyes are stuck on the photo from high school.
