by Kristen Echo
He clanked their glasses. “Cheers.” His eyes drifted from her eyes to her chest and back. “To late night soaks. The first of many,” he said and sipped his wine.
“To friendship,” she said and swallowed a large mouthful. The crisp flavor of apples and pears scattered across her tongue. The cool liquid did little to cool the fire burning inside.
Spencer smiled and settled into one of the two lounge chairs. He reached over and turned on the jets. The calm waters became turbulent. He sighed and closed his eyes. “Tell me what made you forgo the bathing suit.”
Gwen sat across from him. The jets pummeled her lower back, making her breasts jiggle. “One look at a bed and I would have crawled in and not gotten out till morning. I thought a quick soak would help me relax.”
“Is it working?” He opened one eye.
“It was until you got home. I am now the opposite of relaxed,” she admitted.
He sat upright, took one sip of wine and set his glass down. “Do I make you nervous or is it the fact that we’re both naked that has your heart racing?”
With their eyes locked, Gwen finished her drink. A drop escaped her lips and dripped down her chin. She wiped it away as his eyes coasted to her mouth. Putting her glass to the side, she exhaled. “How do you know my heart is beating faster?”
Water sloshed around as he moved with lightning speed towards her. He gripped her knees under the water and opened her legs. Her mouth popped open as he settled between her thighs and pulled her flush against his body. Her breasts crushed against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He must have been on his knees as the water settled around their chests.
“Mine races every time I’m near you. I’ve never met anyone who takes my breath away the way you do.” His hands slid under her butt, lifting her and pulling her closer. “All these years and I’m still enamored.”
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her voice lacked the conviction she intended.
He pressed his forehead against hers, spearing her with his intense gaze. “Gwen,” he hissed as his erection rubbed against her bottom. “Do you remember the night we met? Because every second is embedded in my skull. That night, our kiss and everything else.”
Her fingers tugged at the wet ends of his hair. It was nice to hear he remembered. “How could I forget stopping to help someone on the side of the road and seeing you? I’d never been so happy for a blown tire.”
“Thankfully we didn’t carry cell phones back then or we never would have met. I may have taken longer than necessary to change my tire because I wanted to spend time with the green-eyed beauty,” he said.
She smiled. “It was freezing that night.” It had been a bitter cold January.
“You saved me from freezing to death, but your lips turned purple within a few minutes. I had wanted to kiss you from the second you stepped out of your dad’s car. It was love at first sight for me.” He kissed her softly; almost reverently. Sucking on her lower lip for a long moment before letting go.
“More like lust,” she corrected. “After helping you, my car wouldn’t start. You gave me a ride to the arena. Instead of lacing up and playing hockey with your team, we made out under the bleachers. That’s not love.”
He gripped her ass cheeks harder, digging his nails into her fleshy bits. “You were shivering and looking so fucking sexy in that knit top I couldn’t help kissing you. It’s not cold now and your lips are perfectly pink.”
His lips pressed against hers again and this time she opened for him. Their tongues twirled. He controlled the kiss. Like their first time, this was demanding and rough. He owned her mouth. Gwen tugged on his hair and kissed him hard. Neither held back.
She’d wanted him then, and she wanted him now. Time hadn’t erased the desire or the attraction. It charged through her system like a volcano about to blow.
“I want you,” he breathed as he nipped along her jaw. “I’ve always wanted you.”
His mouth claimed hers again. She shifted, and his shaft landed between her folds. He pumped his hips back and forth, grazing her clit with his backstroke. It felt amazing. Too good to stop. Acting on instinct, she wrapped her legs around his trim waist and tilted her pelvis as he pulled back, aligning the head with her entrance.
“Gwen,” he groaned, pushing the tip inside. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“Don’t talk,” she instructed as she swiveled her hips, drawing in more of his length. She mashed her mouth against his and bit his lip as he surged forward, impaling her with his massive cock.
“Yesss,” she hissed as he filled her.
He spun them around in the water, taking a seat and giving her control. Using his shoulders as leverage, she planted her feet on the seat beside his legs and lifted her body only an inch and then dropped back down. He filled her to the brink of madness. She repeated the movement and tossed her head back. “And don’t stop.”
A deep guttural wail followed when she slammed down again. She couldn’t tell if she made the noise or if it was Spencer. It didn’t matter. Soon both were panting and moaning as every part of them connected. He kissed his way down her neck and over her chest, then sucked her nipple into his mouth. His tongue twirled around her puckered tip.
She had no idea how they went from talking about the night they met to fucking like teenagers, but she couldn’t stop. Not until she exploded, which wasn’t too far off. Her whimpers grew louder. The long and slow ride morphed into a fast-paced thumping.
The water rippled, and waves crashed against them as they moved. He pulled her closer and slammed against her G-spot. “Come for me, darlin’. Let me feel you tighten and contract on my cock.”
On command, she erupted. “Oh God! Oh Spencer!” she screamed.
“Yes! That’s it,” he said as his hand moved between them and he rubbed her clit.
“What the… oh. Oh! Damn!”
One massive orgasm turned into another. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to her center and continued to pound into her. Her body trembled as he stilled.
“So good. I can’t hold back any longer,” he announced seconds before heat flooded her gates.
He came with a roar. Spencer buried his face in her bosom as he emptied himself inside her. Gwen hugged him closer as he shook. She kissed the top of his head and smoothed the mess she’d made of his hair. Making love with him had always been this explosive, and it hadn’t changed. He rocked her to the core.
When their breathing returned to normal, he leaned back in the seat. “You’re amazing.” He cupped her cheeks and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “Why did you wait so long to come back to me?”
The way he looked at her with such passion made her heart ache. His hands planted on her hips, holding her hostage. She’d seen that look before. Love? It couldn’t be. It had all been lies. Spencer used people. She was nothing more than a pawn in some twisted game he played. Gwen swallowed the lump of regret that formed. This was a mistake. Only, she didn’t want to voice that concern with him still inside her.
“I think we needed that,” she said, moving her feet off the seat and onto the floor. “So, we can move on.” Pressing her hand against his chest, she stood and backed away.
“We’re magic together. But explain what you mean by move on.” His forehead creased with lines.
The time to be bashful was over, but as her breasts floated on top of the water a blush rose to her cheeks. He’d seen her and tasted her, but the heat of the moment had passed. With wrinkled fingers, she covered her breasts.
“I’m getting out.” She climbed the stairs and walked to the pile of folded towels in a stand near the table.
Before she could unfold one, Spencer wrapped his arms around her from behind. He scooped her hair to one side and nuzzled her exposed neck. “You shoot me down every time I bring up the past. At some point we’ll talk about it, but for now I’m thrilled to focus on the present and make up for lost time.”
He pinned her against the table. His chest
pressed against her back, tilting her forward. He licked the outer shell of her ear and sucked on her earlobe. She dropped the towel when his fingers pressed against her mound and teased her slit.
“Is this your way of getting reacquainted?” she murmured as two fingers entered her.
Within seconds his digits were dripping wet. “Hell yes, darlin’. I’m not sure what I did right in this world to get this second chance with you, but I plan to make the most of it.”
He continued to finger her and bent her over until her chest was flat against the wooden tabletop. His lips moved down her spine. She shivered and widened her legs as he dropped to his knees. He bit her ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark, and she whimpered. His tongue licked over the spot and dipped between her legs. He plastered his face against her sex.
Through a crack in the wooden boards, she watched his knees shuffle by her feet as he devoured her from behind. His tongue went deeper than his fingers. She moaned and shook as the waves of bliss washed to the surface. He lapped at her until she shattered.
“I’m coming,” she panted.
Before she caught her breath, he stood behind her again and pushed inside. Stretching her walls and driving to the hilt. He plastered his chest to her back. “Do you remember our first time?” he breathed next to her ear.
“Yes,” she replied. Bringing up the good times brought tears to her eyes. Gwen had fallen hard for the college hockey player. In less than a month, she’d given him her virginity. He’d made it special with candles, soft music and so many pillows she thought she’d lose him in the heap.
“I was the first man to claim you,” he whispered and nibbled on her ear. He pulled out and slammed back in. His strokes were relentless and hard. “I wanted to be your only.”
She’d wanted that too. Only it hadn’t worked out. He’d made sure of that. “Stop talking and make me come.”
Those words unleashed a beast. He wrapped her wet hair around his fist and turned her face. His lips smashed against hers as he dove in and out of her womb. Each stroke went deeper than before. He pounded her G-spot until an electrifying orgasm sparked, pulsing through her and frying her senses. His climax followed. He howled as he came, releasing every drop inside her.
He collapsed onto her. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
She doubted he meant the past, but it eased the sting a little. “I’m fine.”
“Just fine,” he teased. Then pulled out and placed a kiss at the top of her spine.
Gwen smiled as he handed her a towel. “Okay; I’m way better than fine,” she said, standing on weak legs. “I’m sexually exhausted and might not be able to move for a few days. Does that soothe your ego more?”
Spencer’s lip lifted on the side and his eyes twinkled like the stars. He’d never looked better. “Come to bed with me. I don’t want to let you out of my sight.”
That was a bad idea. She knew it and this time she had to stop herself. Gwen wrapped the towel around her torso and grabbed her clothing from the chair. “I can’t,” she said, backing away from him slowly.
Sharing a bed meant this wasn’t a fleeting, heat of the moment encounter. It wasn’t old feelings bursting into the present with no future. If she cuddled with him and fell asleep in his arms, it would make this all real. As her bare feet contacted the edge of the grass, she wasn’t sure she could handle real.
Spencer eyed her like she’d grown two heads. “You can,” he declared, reaching for his own towel.
Those blue eyes reached deep into her soul. But she wouldn’t let him in. Not again. Gwen turned, and the towel loosened when she charged forward. The plush terry cloth slipped down her body and fell to the ground as she scurried towards the house. A dignified run as a naked person wasn’t possible. Her reasons for running made little sense, except that she had to get away.
CHAPTER NINE
H er feet hadn’t reached the top of the deck before his calloused fingers had gripped her hips. He’d caught her. And the bastard wouldn’t take no for an answer. Like a barbarian he’d tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to his bed. With his arms snuggled around her, she’d closed her eyes and stopped fighting.
Without opening her peepers, she knew Spencer was close. She’d been his captive all night. His delectable scent and his heat surrounded her. She breathed him in and relaxed against his hard body. His hand rested against her stomach and their legs were tangled.
Cuddling should have sent alarm bells ringing, but she smiled. Resisting him was too much work. If this was a mistake, then so be it.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
He groaned and nuzzled his nose at the base of her head. “No.”
She giggled. “It’s early, but I wasn’t sure if you thought this through last night.”
“Still trying to get away?” His breath tickled the back of her neck.
At some point between falling asleep and waking up, she’d realized she didn’t want to push him away. Spencer was like the sun. A powerful force with the ability to burn her, but her world was brighter with him in it. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Enlighten me,” he said as his hand moved south, grazing the top of her mound.
The pressure sent a pulse of heat flooding her gates. Her body ached in all the right places. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d come so hard. “Kids… I mean, does Connie enter your room in the morning? Wes is out, but I wouldn’t want your daughter to catch us like this.”
His fingers slipped between her folds. She moaned as he circled her clit. He kissed her neck and his tongue left a wet trail to her ear.
“The door is locked. She won’t get out of bed until her second alarm goes off.” He leaned over her, pressing his erection against her hip as he peered at the clock. “We have another two hours.”
Gwen rolled on top of Spencer and straddled him. Her smile grew wider as his fingers continued to pleasure her. With his long, thick cock poised between her legs, she sat back and enjoyed the view. His body was in prime shape. Her fingers trained over his chest and stomach before she gripped his cock. His muscles flexed when she stroked his shaft.
“In that case, you should kiss me good morning.”
“Good morning, darlin’,” he said with a grin. If she’d worn panties, his smile would have melted them from her skin it was that hot. “I will make you feel so good, you’ll never dream of running from me again.” He grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss more powerful than a nuclear blast.
The love she’d had for this man had never left. It scared her and thrilled her to be back with him. Wherever they went from here was unknown, but she’d roll with it because she had no intention of running again.
“We’ll see about that,” she teased.
Taking her time, she explored his body and enjoyed watching him come undone. No rushing. Getting intimately reacquainted with her ex was something she never expected to happen. But this was the most fun she’d had in ages. They spent the next hour under the covers, not sleeping. Morning sex with multiple orgasms was the best way to start the day.
When their exploration time ended, they parted ways discreetly. Spencer joined Connie for breakfast and Gwen showered alone. As the steam filled the room, she tried to process the huge turn of events. Her first love was back in her life. The magnitude of their actions hit her like a wrecking ball. She leaned against the cold travertine tiles for support.
“I spent the night and the morning getting down and dirty with my ex,” she whispered into the mist. “What the hell am I doing?”
The downpour of water offered no answers. Her eyes scrunched tight as she pressed her hand over her heart. The beating thundered inside her chest. Her feelings for him were strong as though all those years apart had never happened. He was the same charming man with big dreams and ruthless determination. He’d set his sights on her and just like the last time, she was caught up in him.
She was falling for Spencer Northcote all over again. She sat on the river stone flo
or and let the water cascade over her. “Think. Stop being impulsive and stop talking to yourself.”
Making love to him hadn’t felt like a mistake, but she questioned the risk of giving him her heart. It could all backfire like it had before. She hadn’t been ready for his brand of intensity then. They’d met right after her mother passed away and she’d clung to anything that got her out of the house and filled the void in her chest. Spencer had become her escape, and she’d fallen hard and fast. She had to be smarter this time.
Maybe he only wanted sex and nothing more. She couldn’t be sure. They hadn’t discussed much beyond what felt good. And it all felt great. Gwen bit her lip and hugged her knees. For the first time since they’d split, she wondered if she should have stayed.
After a long shower, she dressed in a casual summer dress with capped sleeves. As she headed downstairs, she heard voices coming from the kitchen. She headed towards the sound of laughter. Spencer and Connie sat at the kitchen table with empty plates in front of them. They both smiled as she walked in.
Her eyes caught Spencer’s. Her cheeks heated. She waved as her gaze darted to the young blonde. “Hi. Good morning.”
“You look different,” Connie said, tapping her finger against her chin. “Maybe too much sun yesterday. Your face is red.”
Gwen’s blush deepened as she headed for the coffee machine. Her hair was still damp, and she’d left it down. Shaking her head slightly, she hoped it shielded her burning cheeks. “Too much sun is probably it.”
Spencer stood and kissed the top of his daughter’s head. “Are you ready? Walter’s waiting outside to take you to class.”
“My bag is packed,” she beamed. “Will you pick me up later?”
“Absolutely,” he replied. “Let me walk you out.”
“Have a great day,” Gwen added as the pair left the room.
Placing her phone on the counter, she inhaled the aroma of freshly pressed coffee. She poured a full cup and grabbed a croissant from the basket on the butcher-block island. Once seated at the table, she bit into the flaky piece of heaven and moaned. It was fresh and melted in her mouth. She ate another before Spencer returned.
