“Hey, we won't say anything.” He took my hand and led me to my chair and instructed me to follow his breathing again until I’d calmed back down. I was still only dressed in my bra, but that didn’t seem to worry Brayden.
“We have an afternoon game today. Come to our apartment for dinner tonight afterward, and we’ll talk. Bring Hannah.”
“I can't.” I shook my head, my eyes welling with tears again.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He brushed my cheeks with his thumbs and added, “We'll come to yours. We'll be there after Hannah's bedtime.”
I blew out a breath. Okay, I could do that. We could be adults about this—eat and talk. Maybe we could be friends. I just needed to figure out how to do that without remembering Brayden being inside me and push away all thoughts of dancing to Spencer’s music. Easily done. If I said it enough, I might even believe it myself.
I was totally doomed. Still, I whispered, “Okay.”
twelve
Spencer
The door slammed closed, and I heard Bray drop his bag in the corner of our living room before he called out, “Spencer.”
“In here, Texas.” I was sitting on the daybed in our spare bedroom, strumming my guitar and writing music. Midnight was curled up, pressed in close to me, fast asleep. She hadn’t left my side since we got her, sleeping at my feet every night.
Bray let her stay in our bed. He fed her whenever he was home and cleaned her litter tray often. Yet, she still hated him and hissed or scratched him daily.
He stood at the doorway and smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. He looked good enough to eat, standing there all warm and snuggly in his compression leggings, shorts, and oversized hoodie.
He was riding a high, absolutely beaming. He'd obviously had a good practice. Bray marched over, moved my guitar, leaned his hands against the back of the daybed, and kissed me, stealing my breath.
When he finally pulled back, I moaned. He leaned in again, gifting me with another kiss, then snaked his hand into my loose lounge pants. I hadn’t bothered with underwear today. I wasn’t going anywhere—not when there were people outside and I could stay in with Midnight and Bray.
He gripped my awakening cock and started jacking me. I spread my legs and jostled Midnight. Unimpressed, she meowed and darted out the room.
“Lucky son of a.... If I had my dick out, she’d swat it with her claws out,” he remarked, and I barked out a laugh.
“G'day, gorgeous,” I rasped. “You're in a good mood.”
“Mmm, I am. We're taking supper to Keeley's tonight after the game.” He fell to his knees, yanked my pants down, and nuzzled my balls. The smooth skin of his cheeks sent a shiver through me, and the slide of his tongue as he licked me lit me up like a firework.
I moaned again, and he licked up my length before sucking on my cockhead. He was like a Hoover, the suction so strong that he nearly dragged my orgasm from my balls with just one pull. Every nerve ending in my body fired, multiplying the effect of his talented tongue. Precum dripped from my cock like a leaking faucet.
I choked out a cry when he pulled off with a pop. When he looked back up at me, his eyes were glazed and lips already swollen. “I had a chance today, and I took it.”
I moaned once more and, taking the base of my cock in hand, painted my precum over his lips. “Tell me everything,” I ordered, needing to live vicariously through him.
“She’s so fucking gorgeous and came apart so beautifully on my dick. Every inch of her is fucking amazing. Soft curves and smooth brown skin. She’s so skittish, though. She freaked out afterward.”
“What happened?” I asked, my cock temporarily forgotten.
“Among other things, she was worried I’d cheated on you with her.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but Bray continued before I had a chance. “Don’t worry, I explained what we’d agreed.”
“And?”
“And I suggested we go there tonight to talk to her. I don’t know if anything will happen—”
“Nothing’s ever guaranteed.” I agreed.
“But we can live in hope.”
Because yeah, I could hope. If nothing else, I just wanted to see her again.
