Our heavy breaths filled the space around us; the nightlife on Las Vegas Boulevard completely taking over any chance of us being heard.
When he pulled out of my warmth, I whimpered.
Yes, I fucking whimpered.
“Stay like this for just a moment,” he whispered in my ear as he stepped back; his eyes zeroed in on my center, watching as his cum dripped down my leg.
“Actually, I’m almost positive the view just got a little bit better.” He ran his hand over his face, stopping at his mouth when he bit down on his fist.
“My legs covered in your cum?” I winked over my shoulder.
“Yes, Avery. Your pussy is mine, and this just proves that.” He walked back to where I was kneeling on the patio furniture with his eyes still fixated on the mess we made.
“Mine,” he growled as he swiped two fingers through his cum and pushed it back inside of me.
Fuck, why did that have to be so hot?
“Yours,” I promised with a whisper.
I was his. Truly, one hundred percent his. And I couldn’t lose him again—I refused.
Even if what we had was on a brief pause while I took some time to think and figure everything out, I didn’t want to spend time away from Spencer ever again.
I had walked through enough of my life alone, and I didn’t need to continue down that path. Not with Spencer standing next to me. From here on out, when life handed us the hard stuff, we’d handle it together.
“God,it feels so good to be back in your bed. In your arms,” I sighed with my head resting on his chest, fitting perfectly between the crook under his chin.
“Our bed,” Spencer mumbled into my hair, correcting me.
My lips curved into a smile, taking in the post-sex glow before things ultimately became more serious between us. Before we talked about where we left off and everything that had been going on in the last few weeks.
I knew I needed to tell Spencer that I met up with Jax. Even though he was the most understanding man I knew, part of me still feared he’d be upset that I talked to his son before I talked it all out with him first.
“Spencer…” I whispered, the happiness in my voice from earlier beginning to fade.
“We need to talk,” he responded, his tone soft and reassuring.
“We do.” I bit my lip, unsure of how to get the words out.
My shoulders filled with tension as I recalled every detail from earlier. The details that Spencer had helped me forgetabout for the last hour or so while he’d completely dickmatized me. He pulled me into a trance so deep that nothing else mattered.
Until now. Now, each and every one of those feelings came rushing back.
Jax talking to his mom.
Jax giving me a piece of my mother that I never knew existed.
Jax apologizing.
That apology actually feeling sincere.
As if Spencer could sense that my words were buried in my throat, he spoke first.
“Want to talk about earlier? About…” He paused, clearing his throat, before adding, “Your meetup with Jackson?”
My head jolted from his chest, and as I looked into his eyes, my mouth popped open. Trying to collect my thoughts, the words came out as a jumbled mess. “Um. You … Uh. H-How did you know?” I shook my head, trying to gain clarity.
“Don’t shoot the messenger.” He held his hands in the air. “Peyton told me. Actually, she technically told Jayson,” he corrected.
