by Riley Rhea
It doesn’t take us long to get ready, grab breakfast for everyone, and get back to Brenna’s apartment. After we finish eating, Tucker and I break down the bed and load the furniture, before loading boxes into his truck. When it was time to leave, Lexi said she was going too to help us unload. That was definitely okay by me, because it gave us more time to get to know each other. I knew Tucker was grinning at me because I couldn’t hold my smile in, but I didn’t care.
The whole ride back, all I could think about was how she felt against me this morning. The way heat shoots through me when we kiss, and how I can’t seem to just blow her off like the ones before her. Her walking around in yoga pants and a tight tank top all day didn’t help matters either. All I could think about was how that ass felt pressed against my groin. How perfectly she fit against me.
I’m not ready to tell her about Tessa, not sure I’ll ever be ready to relive that night. What would she think if she knew my ex had sex with my own fucking brother? Would she think I wasn’t a good guy, that I deserved what they did to me? That night still haunts me. I have spent the last two years trying to answer those questions myself.
No longer wanting to dwell on the past or the present, I reach over and turn on the radio. I knew it would be on a country station because this is Tucker’s truck, after all. I was about to change the station when they announced next up was Gary Allan. I like him so I leave the channel alone. Every Storm begins to come through the speakers and for the first time I listen to all the lyrics.
I’ve heard this song before, but I didn’t want to believe there was anything left after the pain of heartbreak. Now I take the time to really take in the words of the song. Seems meeting Lexi has given me reason to hope that his lyrics are true. After the song ends, I leave the radio station there. I mean who knows more about heartbreak and relationship than country singers? Whether it’s good or bad, they have a song for it.
Close to two hours later, I’m backing up to Tucker’s deck and we are unloading everything. He doesn’t ask any questions while we set back up the bed in his spare room. I’m glad because I don’t have any answers. All I know is that I want to get done and spend a little more time with Lexi. I’ve been waiting all day to get my hands back on her.
My chance comes not long after, when Tucker goes out to light the grill and then heads back in the house, Brenna following behind him shortly after. Lexi hasn’t said anything to me since we got here. I watch as she stands and walks over to the railing, hopping up on it. She’s staring up at the sky when I walk over to her and step in between her legs.
“Hey,” she whispers when her eyes meet mine.
“Hey.” My hands run up the sides of her legs and around her waist.
Lexi’s hands running up my chest and around my neck before she leans in and kisses me. I have been waiting since this morning for this. When I run my tongue across the seam of her lips she opens without delay. It’s like we have kissed like this a million times before instead of just once. There is no awkwardness between us. And all too soon I hear Brenna’s voice behind us, asking Tucker if he had any popcorn and I jumped away from her like I was a teen just caught by my parents.
Guess I will need to make that up to her later.
We ate supper with Brenna and Tucker before I ask Lexi if she cares to give me a ride to my house. It’s getting late and she probably should head back to Louisville soon. Unless… she wants to stay at my house and drive back tomorrow. Now, that’s an idea.
* * *
Lexi
At first, I hadn’t planned on following them up here, but when it was time to go, I wasn’t ready for the day to be over. I’m not willing to let him go just yet. For some reason, I had this fear that if I did that, I may never see him again. That is a chance I knew I couldn’t take. I spent the whole drive up here thinking about what I wanted from him and what made him different.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t figure out the answer to either. All I know is there is something different about Spencer Jacobs. I’ve never wanted more with any guy I’ve met before. There’s something between us that is undeniable; I want more with him. Of course, I would have to want this with the one guy who is emotionally damaged by something in his past.
I replayed everything over in my mind from the moment we met. I know he feels something too, but will he act on it or let it pass by. If I only knew what haunted him then maybe I could help him. I don’t know what I can do or say to show him that I’m not the same as the girl who broke him. He needs to heal and move on from whatever it is and I plan on being the person to help him.
Sitting outside at Tucker and Brenna’s, I was so lost in my head trying to figure out a way to get him to talk without pushing him away, that I didn’t even realize he had moved from his spot on the deck until he stepped between my legs. I didn’t wait for him to make the next move, before I kissed him. I feel like this is a give and take and I am taking all he will give. I’ll also give him whatever he’s willing to take.
I could have sat there and kissed him all night, but of course karma is a bitch and she’s paying me back in the form of Brenna and Tucker. I almost laughed when Spencer jumped away like he was in trouble. We spent the next few hours eating, talking, and laughing together and I was content being there with these three people. I was also very happy when Tucker decided this was to be an every weekend thing.
Taking Spencer home, I realize Brenna wasn’t shitting me when she said they lived close. His house isn’t quite as big as Tucker’s, but just as far off the road. It looks perfect for him. I should have guessed he’d live in a log cabin; it fits him.
“This fits you,” I tell him as I park my car. I don’t turn off the ignition or make a move to get out because I want him to invite me in.
“So, how long have you lived here?”
“Right at two years.”
Spencer reaches over and turns off my ignition before getting out of the car. I guess that is his way of asking me to stay. I open my door and get out following behind him as he opens the door and motions me on inside.
“You know you could have said ‘Hey, Lexi. You wanna come in’.”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
I can’t help but grin at him, because yeah it did. He is too damn sexy for my own good and probably his too. “That work often for you?”
Spencer grins at me and it does funny things to my insides. I can’t wait to see a full smile. I bet when it happens, my panties will burst into flame. Victoria and her secret will be making loads of money off of me if he always has this affect.
“Well, let’s see… it worked the only time I’ve tried it, so I guess ask me that again next time,” he says chuckling.
“What if I’m not here the next time?” I asked in a flirty sarcastic tone.
Yeah, I know I am fishing here, but hey I want some kind of reassurance that I’m not the only one feeling this way.
“Come on,” he says while sitting down on the couch.
When I go to sit on the end opposite him, he reaches out and gently grasps my wrist pulling me down beside him, causing my heart to start fluttering in my chest. His hand goes to my hair, pulling the holder out and letting my hair fall about my shoulders. Then his fingers gently run through my hair.
“So what happens after you graduate?” he asks while looking straight in my eyes.
“I’m not sure yet. I could teach art or try the sell my work.” I shrug because I have no idea what I want to do yet.
“Have you ever showed your work?”
“I will be this summer. I’m going to an art show in Tennessee.”
“Sounds like fun,” He replies.
His body tenses just enough for me to notice, and then his hand tightens in my hair, slightly tugging it. I have to take a deep breath just to hold in the groan that wants to come out.
“You could go with me, if you want.”
“Maybe.”
Well that’s better than a no.
That was also
the end of our conversation. Spencer used his grip in my hair to turn my head to face him. Our mouths meet and it wasn’t a sweet “hi, nice to meet you” kiss. It was a “I want you naked now” kinda kiss. Before I know what hit me, I’m straddling his waist with my hands on each side of his head.
He doesn’t release my hair as he devours my mouth. His other hand is running down my back to my hip and back up. We kiss for what feels like hours and I’m crazy with desire. His hand slips under the waist band of my pants and grip one bare butt cheek. Spencer groans and then his mouth leaves mine and my head is pulled back exposing my neck to him.
Spencer runs his tongue down my throat to my collar bone. He pulls my lower body closer to his connecting our centers together, and now it’s me that’s groaning. I press closer to him and began to rock my hips against him. He squeezes my ass hard again, before taking his hand to push up my shirt and expose my breasts to him. He fondles one breast in his hand while taking the nipple of the other in his mouth. I’m about to come just from this.
“Spencer,” I pant out his name, my breath is heaving in and out of my lungs. I’m surprised I got that much out.
“Yeah?” He says against my breast as he runs his tongue around my nipple.
“More.”
That’s it, that’s all I can say. I feel so needy and know he’s the only one that can put out this fire he’s started. I let go of his head and start tugging at his shirt, I want to feel his skin against mine. He releases me long enough to get it over his head. We probably shouldn’t be doing this yet, but damn, I can’t seem to stop. I want more; I need more. I stand up to kick off my shoes and push my yoga pants down, leaving me in nothing but my thong. Spencer stands up in front of me looking down, his eyes searching mine. I guess whatever he found there was enough for him. He kisses me hard and deep and the next thing I know I’m hoisted over his shoulder and he’s moving, hopefully heading toward his bedroom.
I run my hands down his naked back into the waist band of his jeans, before I reach my destination. Suddenly, he’s moving me off his shoulder and onto the bed. On my knees facing him, I reach for the button on his jeans and push them down. He kicks them off as he begins pulling my thong down around my hips and pushes me back, pulling them down my legs. He then opens his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom before he comes down over me.
I reach for the hand the foil package is in and take it from him. I’m not giving him time to have second thoughts and I hope he doesn’t regret this tomorrow. Tearing the foil packet open I reach down to cover his very impressive and hard cock with it, while latching my mouth back to his. As soon as my hands release him, I begin running my fingernails over his back. Spencer thrusts hard into me, taking my breath away as he fills me completely. Arching my back off the bed, my chest presses against his and we move together fast and hard, each thrust releasing more desire throughout my body.
Holy hell, I may actually die from pleasure.
Chapter Six
Spencer
She’s gone.
I know she is before I ever open my eyes. Right now, I’m not ready to get out of this bed and face that reality. I just want to lie here a little longer and pretend she’s still beside me.
I knew that having sex with Lexi would be different than any other experience that I’d ever had. Once we crossed that line there was no stopping. Last night, my body had screamed in need for hers. Even if I had tried, I wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight it.
My alarm begins to blare beside me, letting me know it’s time to get my ass up and ready for work. Climbing out of bed and heading for the shower, my mind keeps replaying the events of last night. Lexi’s body movements had been in perfect sync with mine, matching me stroke for stroke. Her body felt like it was made just for mine. There is this connection with her unlike anything I’d ever known before. It was a lot like coming home, a safe haven of some sort.
Now she’s gone, without saying a word. I wonder if I said or did something to make her run.
Had I been wrong? Is she not feeling the connection like I am?
I’m not used to having these doubts. This is why, for the past two years, I’ve avoided mixing sex and emotions. Tessa’s treachery saw to that.
One weekend with Lexi has the fortress I’ve built around my heart cracking. Now, after our time together last night, one whole side has collapsed. It’s obvious that Lexi could lay siege to my heart in no time if I let her.
When I’m dressed and ready for work, I walk into my kitchen to grab a drink and see a piece of paper lying on the counter by my keys and cell phone.
Spencer,
I know you’re not ready for more. I couldn’t wake up beside you this morning and see the look of regret on your face. My number is in your phone should you decide to use it.
No regrets,
Lexi
“Damn it!” I yell as I grab her letter and crumble it in my hand. She thinks I regret it. I definitely don’t regret last night with her. However, she’s right about the other. I’m not ready for more. I scroll through my phone to find her number, thinking I should send her a text and let her know how I feel. Instead, like a coward, I slide my phone into my pocket and leave for work. I’ll text her later when I know what to say.
When I get to the shop and see that Tucker isn’t there yet, I’m not really surprised. He does have Brenna at his house after all. I text him to see if he’s coming in so I know where to start today. While I’m unlocking the doors and turning on the lights, my phone begins to vibrate. Looking at the screen, I see it’s Tucker calling.
His excitement is obvious as he tells me why it is he isn’t coming in today; it seems he and Brenna are paying a little visit to the clerk’s office to get their marriage license.
I wouldn’t be surprised if they were married by lunchtime today.
I tell him I’m good here by myself and not to worry. Before hanging up with Tucker, I hear Brenna in the background asking about Lexi. I don’t know what to tell him, except that she went home sometime this morning. I guess he can tell by my voice that I’m not willing to go into more details. He tells me to call him if I need anything, to which I agree before hanging up.
Lexi stays in my mind, no matter how much I try to stay busy. I want to know if she made it home safely, but I’m not ready to talk to her about last night. I decide to text her anyway, hoping she doesn’t ask too many questions.
Spencer: Did you make it home alright?
I go ahead and begin pulling out the tools that I’ll need to finish up this old Chevy that Tucker and I’ve been restoring. Tucker had already replaced all the belts and wiring under the hood, so now it’s time for me to have a look underneath the bottom of the truck to see if there’s anything needing to be replaced that has been rusted through. I’d just slid under the truck, when my phone vibrates.
Lexi: Yes
That’s it? Just one word? I feel relief and like a dick, all at once. I know I should say something back to her, but what? Unsure of what to say, I decide not to reply back. Putting my phone back into my pocket, I get to work. Every hour that passes by, I think more and more about texting her, but I never do. By the time I leave work, I’m completely exhausted. After swinging through a drive thru for a quick bite to eat, I head home, shower, and fall into bed.
* * *
Lexi
Normally, I’m not an early bird, but this morning, I’m up with the sun. I watched Spencer sleep for a few minutes, before carefully crawling out of his bed. He looks so peaceful in his sleep; like he has no demons. The problem is that I know he does and that’s why I’m leaving right now. I can’t be here when he wakes and take the chance of seeing the look of regret on his face.
While I was getting dressed in his living room, I decided to leave him a note. I don’t want to leave without saying a word. Placing the note where I know he will find it, I slip out his door, closing it softly behind me.
Spencer should know he isn’t the only one that is scared. This is a
ll new territory for me, too. I’ve never had my heart broken, because I’ve never given it to anyone, so I have no clue what he’s going through or has been through. After our time together last night though, I know that I could very well have my heart shattered by Spencer. Everything feels so right with him. The only difference between us is that I’m willing to take that chance on him. I’m just not sure he’s willing to risk his heart on me.
When I get home, I check my phone but there are no messages or missed calls. I hope he texts and tells me that he doesn’t regret last night. I’m not going to hold my breath though. I drop my purse and phone on my bed and then strip out of my clothes, so I can take a shower.
Feeling somewhat clear headed after my shower I dress in some comfy clothes and head for the bed. I’m going to sit down with my sketch pad and begin working on ideas for the art show. I’m not going to sit here and wait for his call. Just as I reach my bed, I notice the light flashing on my phone. Unlocking the screen, I see a text from a number I’ve never seen before. It’s the same prefix as Tucker’s, so I’m pretty sure it’s Spencer. He wanted to know if I made it home ok. I reply simply “yes”. At least he cared enough to ask. That’s a good sign, right?
* * *
I sketched for hours yesterday only stopping to eat, use the bathroom, and stretch. Not one more word came from Spencer, in all that time. I thought about texting him before I went to bed, but then I totally chickened out. To be honest, I’m not sure I can handle the rejection. Since there’s nothing here to eat, I decided to go out and grab something before I begin yesterday’s routine all over again.
After lunch, I broke down and sent Brenna a text asking her to call me when she got a chance. I know she’s busy unpacking and spending time with Tucker, but I need to talk to someone. It doesn’t take long before my phone is ringing.
“Hey, how’s the unpacking going?” I ask, answering the phone.
