Fading sunlight flickered down on Maizy’s silky tanned skin through the wooden beams overhead. Spencer reclined in the big tub that was filled to the top, with Maizy lazing in his arms. Every so often, she squirmed and wiggled, rubbing against his erection and making him ache to be inside her.
“Spencer?”
“Hmm,” he murmured as he stroked her shoulder and upper arm.
“Will you tell me how you came to be in foster care, and how you met Heath and Cody?”
That subject definitely took the edge off his arousal but it was high time he explained his history. She had a right to know.
“My mother walked into the emergency room of a hospital in downtown San Antonio, in labor with me. She abandoned me there. All I’ve ever been able to find out was that her records, which listed a false name, indicated that she looked like she’d been living on the streets and she had signs of drug use.”
Her hand had wrapped around his and gradually tightened as he explained.
“A few years ago I talked to a nurse who worked there at the time and she remembered that my mother named me and held me for a few minutes and the next thing they knew she was gone. My records showed that my mom was a suspected addict and when I entered the system there was no one who wanted to adopt a baby with possible drug issues passed on from the mother.”
“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” Maizy looked so sad, he didn’t have the heart to tell her that the same nurse had told him that his mother had shown up at the hospital morgue a few days later, dead from a drug overdose. Strangely, at the time he’d heard that news, it had been painful, but along with the hurt had come a sense of closure. If she hadn’t abandoned him, he might be dead, too. He rubbed his fingertips against his forehead, willing the memory away.
“So I’m Spencer Ketchum, born to Jane Doe in 1977, father unknown. I went into foster care and was taken in by a family who cared for me until I was seven when that foster mom suddenly passed away. They had several foster kids and that dad just didn’t cope well with her death and we were returned to the state.”
“Do you remember her?”
“Vividly. She was nice. They let us attend her funeral but I don’t think I fully understood my situation until I was placed with another family that wasn’t as nice. I was beat on by some of the older kids and the mom and dad were too busy to listen or to help…or maybe to even care. I learned to watch my back.”
“Were you with them long?”
“A few years. They got in some kind of trouble with the state and I was removed and placed in another one when I was eleven, which is where I met Heath. We were the same age. Life at home sucked but we had a great coach at school and I think he could tell we were picked on and he got us lifting weights.”
“So he helped you get stronger. That’s good. I’m glad someone was there for you,” she said, punctuating her thought with a single nod. “It hurts to hear that you were mistreated.”
“Coach was a good guy. Later that year, Cody came to live in that home. He was older than us and much bigger already. He used to take up for us until our growth spurts finally hit and we put on a little muscle. It became easier to defend ourselves then. Not all of the choices we made were good ones and the home we lived in had a zero tolerance policy and they gave all three of us the boot. By then we were thirteen and Cody was fourteen. They placed us together, with Jean Goodman, and everything changed.”
He smiled when he felt her relax and she looked up at him with her expressive eyes. “And she was nice to you?”
“Hell, no,” Spencer said with a chuckle. “She was a mean mom. But we knew without a doubt that she loved us. She didn’t treat us like burdens or a meal ticket that she had to put up with. She made sure we didn’t skip school and she helped us learn at home. She taught us how to handle money and to live on a budget. Heath and I were always a little hyper and she did her best to keep us engaged so we didn’t get in trouble. She kept all of us involved in sports and taught Heath to cook and she taught me about plants.”
“What about Cody?”
“She helped him to become a leader, to channel his energy into not only working hard but working smart. When he was ready, she helped him get a job with a reputable friend of hers who taught him construction work, and eventually all three of us worked for him. When the construction business took a downturn we switched things up and went into club security. With our talents and physical attributes, it made sense. We visit Jean on a regular basis. Far as I’m concerned, she’s my mom.”
“That explains…”
“Explains what, baby?”
“That explains why you’re so reserved, I suppose. I noticed that you hold back from outwardly showing your feelings.”
Spencer let out a long sigh, deciding she didn’t need every detail. “Yeah…I guess home number two, and three, taught me that showing my feelings could get me beat on worse than I already was. I also got tired of becoming attached to people and then having them ripped out of my life at the whim of the state or the foster parents. Not conducive to a happy life, you know?”
She nodded and kissed his chest. “I think you smile much more frequently now.”
He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head, enjoying her unique fragrance. “Because I have more to smile about.”
She reached a hand up to stroke his shoulder and giggled when she encountered a handful of her abundant black curls instead. “Every time I come over here I wind up going home with wild hair sticking up everywhere.”
“You know the cure for that, don’t you?” he asked with a smile, feeling very content despite the burgeoning need growing at his groin.
“No. What?”
“Don’t leave anymore.”
She carefully turned in his arms and sat up, the warm water cascading all around her and overflowing onto the deck. “Spencer, I couldn’t move in with you.”
“Because of school?”
She tilted her head and then shook it. “No. If that was my only concern I’d just get a post office box and not tell anyone where I was moving to. I’m not ‘shacking up’ with any man—or men—because that’s not what I want. I also know it would bother my mom and she and I are close.” She shook her head again. “I hope you understand. I’m not giving an ultimatum or anything like that. I just want more than that.”
“Of course. I was just pointing out the obvious, baby. It doesn’t surprise me at all that you wouldn’t just move in with us.” She seemed relieved, which was his goal. “So, you want the whole enchilada, huh?” he asked, as he pulled the plug so the tub could drain, and rose from the water.
She licked her lips and smiled as she looked up at him and murmured, “With extra sauce.” Coming up onto her knees, she took him between her lips, bathing his throbbing cock in her warm mouth, teasing with her tongue as she caressed his balls. It didn’t take long before heat flickered down his spine and gathered in his balls. She held on to his hips and took as much of him as she could. Her ruby lips looked beautiful wrapped around his cock and he held back from flexing his hips harder, needing to lay her down and slide balls deep inside her.
With a finger on her chin, he stopped her and pulled free from her mouth before helping her to stand. Stepping from the tub, he lifted the top on the platform they’d built near the tub. He pulled out the thick cushion and laid it on top, completing the built-in outdoor bed. He held her hand and watched the smile cross her lips as she surveyed their now shadowy retreat.
“I wondered what was stored in there,” she murmured as he spread a bath sheet over the cushion. He took her hand as he lay down on the cushion and drew her astride his hips. His cock throbbed to slide into her slick heat as she settled her pussy against his length, but he paused and looked up at her. The fading sun had gone behind clouds again, casting her in partial shadow, so he couldn’t see her eyes very well. He caressed her throat, wanting her to know he needed more from her than just this encounter. Needed her with him like he needed air. He was going to hate sleeping alone
again tonight.
“Baby, before we go any further, you should know there hasn’t been anyone else…for any of us.”
“You wouldn’t go bareback if there had been, Spencer. I’d know.”
That simple sentence simultaneously broke his heart and pleased him. Of course he’d protect her if there had been another woman in his bed but he didn’t want her thinking thoughts like that, not while they were making love. He could tell the image was in her mind when a frown flitted across her face.
Needing to reassure her, he whispered, “There’s no one else for me, baby. I’m only yours.”
“My Honey Bear,” she replied with a catch in her throat. Her words made him smile. He’d never liked being called by a nickname or endearment but he’d let her call him anything she wanted to if it made her happy.
She caressed his forearm, and when he cupped her abundant, firm breasts, she squeezed his hands around them. Her long hair tickled the tops of his thighs when her head fell back as he teased at her nipples. She swiveled her hips and slid her cunt up and down his length, teasing his needy cock.
A deep groan escaped him when she leaned forward and tilted her hips as her vulnerable opening came in contact with his head. She took him inside her in a hot, fluid motion that stole his breath and sent hot and cold chills racing through his body. She moved slowly, taking him inch by inch and finally lying flat with her cheek against his chest as she clung to him.
“You feel so good inside me, Spencer. So big. I…I needed you.”
“I’m right here, baby. Not going anywhere. Not ever.” That’s a promise I plan to keep, too.
The sun came out from behind the clouds, bathing her in rosy golden light, and she looked like a gypsy angel casting a spell over him. The wind whispered in the trees around them and she smiled as she rose over him and lifted her hands to slide her fingers into her black hair. She began her own seductive rhythm as he watched, spellbound.
I’m never letting her go again, unless she makes me.
Using his thumb, he strummed her clit as she rode him, surprising a gasp from her at first. She braced her hands on his pecs as her strokes came shorter and shorter and he could feel her body drawing tight around his cock. Her breathing became more erratic as she cried out, “Don’t stop!” He continued his thrusts and gave her what she needed until her body went taut and she ground against him. Her cunt quivered with powerful contractions and bathed him in her sweet juices as she rode wave after wave of her climax until she fell limp against him.
He rolled them so she was on her back and she looked up at him with dazed eyes. She kissed him, lifted her knees, and wrapped her legs around his hips, giving herself to him. “Fuck me, Spencer. I want it all.”
He wanted to be gentle with her, to look into her eyes as he thrust his cock inside her. But she gripped him tightly, drawing on him like a silken fist with each stroke until he lost his ability to reason.
She moved against him, as she clung to him with her arms around his neck, breathlessly murmuring, “It’s coming. It’s coming again.” She arched beneath him, raking his back with her nails as she came again, her hot breath racing across his skin as she moaned ecstatically and reached for the next orgasm, catching up to him as his release hit him. Her sweet body consumed his as he plunged deep and panted hard as his cum streamed from him in hot spurts until he went utterly limp, barely able to brace his weight off of her so she could breathe.
The next thing he was aware of was her kissing his chest and brushing her nose through his chest hair and giggling. She shuddered and giggled again.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked. His voice sounded like a hoarse rumble in his ears.
“Tickling myself,” she said playfully as she pressed a sweet kiss against his breastbone and then rubbed her nose back and forth through his chest hair and shuddered again. “I love the way you smell.”
“Like pool water? Or sweat?”
“Like a man. It’s sexy. With my eyes closed, I can tell the three of you apart.” She flicked her gaze up. “Does it bother you for me to talk about the three of you while we’re alone?”
Spencer shook his head. “No, baby. There’s no jealousy, otherwise this couldn’t work. We like having you to ourselves, don’t get me wrong, but we wouldn’t want you to feel like you had to watch every word and worry about us getting jealous.”
“Aren’t we assuming that everything’s back to normal a little early?” she asked, her eyes darkening a little.
Spencer kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you love Cody?” She nodded. “If he apologized for being a little high-handed and acting without discussing it first, would you forgive him?”
“A little high-handed?” she asked with an arched brow.
Spencer thought about it and nodded. “Yeah, for him that was only a little high-handed. He can get bossy but he only does it because he loves you and wants to protect you.”
She tried to pout but wound up giggling and shuddering again when he ran his goatee lightly over her lips. “He’s not the boss of me.”
“Would you forgive him?”
She lifted her chin and kissed him and said, “You know I would.”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
The wind kicked up again and the sun disappeared behind the clouds, drawing his attention again. “Looks like we’re about to get some rain.” As if to verify that, cold raindrops splattered on his back and his ass. “Let’s get you inside. Making love under the stars will have to wait for another night.”
Maizy moaned as he left the soft, snug clasp of her body and he wished he could lay out there with her for a while longer. He reminded himself this was the first of many times he planned to make love to her out on the deck. She grinned up at him as he arranged the bath sheet over her head and shoulders and they hurried to the house.
As they rushed in the back door, Cody and Heath came in through the front door.
* * * *
Maizy wrapped the towel around her torso and looked across the house at Heath and Cody. This was too important to mess up, so she was almost afraid to speak, but she needed to be clear about where she stood with all three men by the end of the evening. The big smile on Heath’s face as he moved toward her gave her a hint that he was on board.
Cody’s face was harder to read. Thunder boomed outside.
She could plainly see the relief mixed with concern in Heath’s expression as he came to her and wrapped his arms around her. Held like that, her body vibrated as he reached out and hammered Spencer on the shoulder. She wondered how they could do that to each other without doing permanent damage but Spencer just acknowledged the gesture with a slight smile and a nod before he looked over at Cody.
Heath squeezed her again and kissed the top of her head before he said, “Welcome home.”
Maintaining eye contact with Cody, she said, “I’m glad you think so but I’m not so sure of that just yet.”
Cody walked into the kitchen and it was then that Maizy noticed the foil-covered plate in his hand. He placed it on the kitchen island and finally said, “Jean sent pralines, Spencer. She’s been watching the weather forecast all day and was worried about us being on the road late at night. Storms are moving through the area for the next several days.” He leaned the heels of his hands against the kitchen counter and gazed her way. “It’s good to see you, Maizy.”
Heath grunted in disgust. “That’s all you can say?”
She didn’t like the “us versus him” vibe that was developing and stepped closer to Cody. When she was halfway across the room, she turned back to Spencer and Heath and said, “Can I talk to Cody alone, guys?”
“Sure, baby,” Heath said, still standing there with his arms crossed over his formidable chest.
She picked up her tote bag from the couch and turned to Cody. “I’m getting dressed first.” He nodded and she walked from the quiet room on legs that shook. She could feel and hear the roll of thunder as she quickly dried off and put fresh clothing on.
She stilled when she heard raised voices from the other side of the house and then a door slammed. Lightning struck somewhere close by, scaring a shriek out of her, and then the small bathroom was cast into pitch darkness.
Suddenly disoriented, she felt around in the small bathroom for her bag, and banged her elbow against the doorknob as she turned. Her heart began to pound as she yanked at the knob and finally succeeded in getting the door open. Breathing deep to calm herself before they realized what a ninny she was, she felt her way out of the bathroom. She leaned up against the wall in what she knew was the hallway and took a few breaths as she started inching in the direction of the living room, at least she hoped she hadn’t gotten turned around. The wind whistled outside.
Just relax, silly. Listen for them.
She heard a clatter and turned toward it. “Cody?”
“Stay put, angel. I’m trying to find the flashlight.”
A second later, a dim light reflected off one of the framed pictures in the hallway and then he was there.
“We lost power.”
The back door suddenly flew open and then closed a second later with a big bang.
“Damn!” Spencer muttered, sounding breathless.
Cody slid his hand into hers and smiled down at her before leading her to the living room as he whispered, “That lightning strike was close. Your hand is like ice. Are you okay?”
“Just a little disoriented in the dark. I’m fine now.”
She blinked when the lights suddenly came back on and she saw Spencer moving through the house with the cushion they’d used earlier. He took it in the garage and then returned and said, “It should be dry by morning. The wind has really picked up out there.” He grabbed a dishcloth and dried his neck and his face. He looked at her and she smiled back at the warmth she saw in his eyes which disappeared when he shifted his gaze to Cody. He snagged the foil-covered plate from the counter and said, “I’ll leave you two alone for a while.”
He walked down the hall to the den and she heard the door close softly behind him.
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