“Not good enough, Spencer. I won’t do this if you’re only going to twist it into something negative.”
“You’re assuming it’s going to fail.”
“The fact you’re still using the word ‘fail’ isn’t making me want to do this,” I chide. It’s an experiment, and I’m willing to try it, so long as the result doesn’t matter, either way, to him. If it doesn’t work for him, then so be it. If it does, then we’ll continue to work on it and make sure that every experience—whether it’s just the once, or if he wants to again someday—is a pleasurable one for him. I don’t doubt that it will ever be as easy as, “I liked it, so let’s keep doing it every day.” Spencer doesn’t think about sex the way others do, and it won’t be like a switch flicked.
Spencer bites down on my thumb and then flicks his tongue over the abused skin. “I can’t promise that. I want to try anyway. Please.Please.”
I should say no. As if I’ve ever been able to say no to him. He leans into my palm as I cup his cheek and press a kiss to his forehead. “Alright. If you’resurethis is what you want, we can try.” Christ. My fingers are itching to roam all over him, to show him how good I can make him feel. If he doesn’t get something from it, it won’t be because I didn’t try my best.
The vehemence of Spencer’s kiss takes me by surprise. It’s like he’s trying to crawl inside me, his hands moving everywhere until my shirt is undone, and my belt is unbuckled. He’s suddenly turned into an octopus with eight arms, and I can’t keep up.
“We don’t have time right now,” I say, disappointment heavy in my gut. We’ll have visitors soon, and this isn’t something I’ll rush through. We’ll need all the time in the world for this.
“Sure we do,” Spencer gasps, shoving my pants and underwear to my thighs in an impressive move. He grasps my cock, at half-mast already, and squeezes.
Fuck. I drag him into a kiss and push him against the counter. He smiles against my mouth and enthusiastically responds to the touch.
No. Wait. I can’t let him force this or start something we can’t finish right now.
He whimpers, and I groan at the sexy-as-fuck sound. Ignoring his front, I glide my hand around to his ass, massaging it in my palm, adding pressure against his muscles while I move back and forth over the round softness.
He strokes me awkwardly and kisses harder. Even if he’s not getting off on this, I can’t deny that he’s clearly enjoying it. That has to be enough. Itis.
Hiking him up onto the counter, I spread his legs and slide between them, moving right back into another kiss. He twines his arms around my shoulders and gathers me closer, our chests pressed together.
“I want this,” he says, kissing across my jaw and then down to bury his face against my neck and lick my beating pulse. “Does it matter if it’s not a sexual desire? I need it, too, Ken, even if it’s not the way that you need it. I get to have all of you because you’re mine. And that means I look after you, in every way.”
I can’t think when he’s marking me like this. His words sink in deep, warmth spreading to my very soul. Does he not know that’s exactly how I feel? I want to dote on him, give him everything that he wants, indulge his every whim, care and pamper him for the rest of our lives. There’s nothing in the world that gives me the kind of pleasure he does in a single look. He’s everything, and all I need is him.
He lifts his head, lips red and swollen. “Let me look after you.”
How the hell am I supposed to say no to that? I can’t, it’s impossible.
Our eyes stay connected as I slowly lift his shirt. I have it up around his shoulders, ready to take it all the way off, when our guests burst in through the front door. Who knew when I gave them the key to the place that they’d use it to cockblock me? Ididn’t know Icouldbe cockblocked, considering that I chose to tie myself to Spencer.
Six stops short, forcing everyone behind him—Jericho, Hunter, Moira, and Greer—to crash into his back. “Interrupting something?” He grins. “If you want to keep going, be my guest.”
Pulling Spencer’s shirt down, I drag him forward off the counter and lower him to the floor. “You’re early.”
“By about twenty minutes,” Jericho says, a shit-eating grin on his own face as he leans against the doorframe. “Did you think you were gonna finish in that time? Sounds like you need to learn how to please a man.”
I need new friends, is what I need.
“Cover your eyes, Vee,” Six says, doing it for her. I missed her behind everyone else. Hunter’s daughter hasn’t gotten any height from her father.
She huffs in annoyance and tries to tug Six’s hands away. “Why? I’m old enough to see.”
Hunter chuckles. “Remember how we talked about movie ratings?”
“Ratings are puritanical, and I’m old enough to decide for myself what’s appropriate to watch.”
That’s so many words for a girl pushing seven that I can’t even think of a response.
Moira snorts in amusement. “I didn’t teach her that. It’s not nearly dirty enough to be my handiwork.”
No one argues with her. Olivia knows too many words that she shouldn’t, courtesy of all of us. As long as she uses her evil powers for good, we don’t mind.
“Neither did I,” Six says, removing his hands from her eyes to stare down at her. “Where the fuck did you even learn that word?”
