Forever Spencer (B&S Series #3.5)

by Kimberly Knight

  “Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned.

  She moaned in response, not removing her mouth from mine. Our tongues danced together, Spencer tasting like champagne and heaven, her hips moving up and down along my aching cock.

  I reached between us, rubbing her clit with my finger. “Fuck!” she gasped.

  I wanted to be inside her, driving my hips up and hitting her in the place that made her scream, but she was running this show. I let her use me as my dick worked her folds, and my thumb continued to work her clit.

  She pressed her body harder against mine, using it like we were virgins trying to do right by not going far enough to sin. I didn’t care. Her nectar coated my cock, allowing her to please me with just the movement of her body humping me.

  Any day, I could fuck her, but this was different. There was something erotic about not being able to see her—by not being inside her, but knowing that she was on the brink of shattering with just the friction of our bodies pressed together.

  Reaching with my other hand, I caressed her breast, arching up enough to slip her puckered nipple into my mouth. Immediately her hips pressed harder against me, my thumb rubbing her clit fast wanting her to come.

  “Hold on,” she whispered.

  I stopped, wondering why she had stopped when I knew she was on the brink of coming. I didn’t want to stop, but before I could grab a hold of her, I felt her lift, shuffled a little then straddle me again—this time over my head.

  “Okay,” she said.

  Her soft hand wrap around my dick, steadying it before she bent down and licked it. My tongue instantly knew what to do. It extended from my mouth, licking up and over Spencer’s pussy.

  I was in heaven. Pure heaven. Spencer’s tongue licking, her mouth sucking, her hand gliding—everything working together.

  “I love it when you suck me off,” I groaned.

  Slipping two fingers in her, I mimicked her movements as she bobbed up and down my cock. Hooking them just right, Spencer’s body tensed, her head lifting from my dick as she moaned, shaking, with cum dripping from her pussy.

  I licked the juice, but then stopped. Her body moved from my mouth as she turned and slid her pussy down my shaft. I guided her up and down, and quickly her body tensed again.

  “I’m not sure what I love more actually—your mouth milking me or your tight pussy milking me,” I said.

  She slowed for a beat, letting her body pulse, and then she continued to slide up and down, matching my thrusts. Another orgasm consumed her, but this time I was there. I was ready. I lost myself, spurting my hot cum deep in her pussy as I held her hips against mine.

  Once our breathing evened out, I asked. “How’d you get into the suite anyway?”

  “Jason left me a key,” she said, her head resting on my chest.

  Ah, so that’s what he was hiding earlier. “Well then, I’ll have to thank him.”

  We laid like that, wrapped in each other for what felt like hours, but Spencer needed to return to her room. The next time I would see her, she would be in her wedding dress—a dress I hadn’t seen, but knew I would love. There was just something about Spencer in a dress, and I knew that her wedding dress would be my favorite to date.

  “Babe,” I said, stroking her back.

  “Yeah?”

  “Marry me?”

  I felt her smile against my chest. “Only if it’s tomorrow.”

  “Deal.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  I greeted each guest as they arrived, handing them off to my groomsmen for them to show them to their seats. I was getting anxious waiting for Spencer and the girls to arrive. Each minute felt like hours, and I just wanted to be able to officially call Spencer my wife.

  The Bently Reserve was filled almost to capacity as I saw Ryan enter, looking around, and then smile as she found me.

  “Well don’t you just look handsome,” she said, hugging me.

  “She’s here?” I asked.

  “She is.”

  I smiled. Only a few more minutes, and I would watch Spencer walk down the aisle, our forever starting as we said “I do”.

  “Oh, she wanted me to give you this,” Ryan said, handing me a box that was wrapped in silver paper with a teal ribbon. “I think she wants you to open it now.”

  I took the box and began to unwrap it when the minister walked over to me.

  “Brandon, it’s time,” he said, gesturing for me to take my place at the altar.

  Ryan turned and left out the same door she entered, and I walked to the altar and quickly made work of my present from Spencer.

  Handing Jason the wrapping, I opened the box and saw a Rolex staring back at me. I smiled. It was time. It was time to be Mr. and Mrs.

  I pulled the watch out of the box and noticed the engraving on the back. It had my and Spencer’s name with today’s date. I wasn’t much of a watch person, but knowing that it came from Spencer, I would wear it every day, starting with today.

  Jason left with the box and wrapping to meet up with the girls to officially start the wedding before Spencer walked down the aisle. I smiled as each one of our friends walked in and stood on their appropriate side.

  Train’s Marry Me started to play, and my heart clenched. This was it. I’d waited my whole life to meet the one—a person to share my life with—and I couldn’t picture a better person than Spencer. I loved her like my life depended on it. She was perfect; she was made for me—only me.

  Forever with Spencer could never be long enough. I’d waited too long for Spencer to enter my life. I waited too long to initially talk to her. Waited too long to ask her out. Waited too long to ask her to marry me.

  I was done waiting.

  I didn’t think that I could smile bigger than I normally did, but the moment I saw Spencer step through the doors with her dad Kevin, I smiled to the point where I could barely see. My eyes have seen some pretty amazing things, but not this amazing.

  She was beautiful.

  She was mine.

  She was mine forever.

  My forever.

  I couldn’t breathe, my heart pumping like it was going to break free from my chest and into Spencer’s hands. I never thought I would love someone as much as I loved Spencer. Everyone in the room disappeared, and all I saw was her beautiful smile coming towards me.

  I waited patiently, my dick loving the sight of her, too, and my eyes never left hers as she walked towards me, each step bringing her closer. I wanted to meet her half way, push her dad to the side, tell the minister “I fucking do” and be done. Done and wrapped up in Spencer, buried deep and telling the world that this girl was Mrs. Brandon Fucking Montgomery.

  But instead I waited, and waited, Train still singing, and then she was right in front of me, and I resisted the urge to kiss her before it was time. She took my breath away.

  “You’re breathtaking, Babe,” I whispered in her ear after Kevin gave me her hand.

  She smiled, her eyes glassy with tears, and then the minister started. “Dearly beloved…”

  *~*~*

  I couldn’t believe that Spencer was my wife. When I looked at her, I saw my future. No one could tear us apart even though they tried. I’d sacrifice my own life for her if it came to it. She was everything that I’d ever wanted—ever needed—everything to me. Every day that passed, I only fell more in love with her.

  Spencer’s my everything.

  I held her in my arms, swaying to the sound of Michael Buble singing about crazy love, and I watched as our loved ones took pictures capturing this moment forever.

  “I don’t know how I’m going to love you more than I do today,” I whispered in her ear.

  “Don’t make me cry.”

  “Alright, well, remember what you do to me when you wear a dress?” I asked, whispering still in her ear.

  She leaned back, looking into my eyes. “Even this long one?”

  “This one’s my favorite.”

  She smiled, I smiled, and I had a half a mind to end
our wedding and start the wedding night early.

  “We can’t,” she said, reading my mind.

  “We can,” I smirked.

  Before I could whisk her off, the song ended, and the DJ announced that it was time to eat. I thought about the plan Ryan told all of us at the rehearsal dinner: Ceremony; check. Pictures; check. Enter as husband and wife; check. First dance; check. Eat; next. Speeches, father/daughter dance, mother/son dance, cake, dancing, and the last dance would follow that, and then, then I could whisk my bride away like I wanted.

  I looked at my new watch; only three more hours until Spencer and I would be in our world, naked in our suite, then going to Fiji for our honeymoon the following morning, not having to worry about anything but us.

  After we ate, I watched Spencer dance with her dad, then I danced with my mom.

  Two more hours.

  We ate cake, and then the party really started. People enjoyed the open bar, I took shots with friends, and everyone was having a good time. There was no drama until out of nowhere, Blake stormed over to Stacey, dragging her from her date, Eddie, who she left standing on the dance floor.

  “What the fuck?” Jason asked.

  “I’m going to kill him,” I said.

  I watched as Stacey tried to break free from Blake, yelling at him to let her go. Everyone was staring, and Eddie started to go after them.

  “Fuck!” I said, stepping in front of Eddie. “I got this.”

  “She’s my date,” Eddie said.

  “He’s my brother, and this is my wedding. I got it.”

  Eddie nodded, and then I went in the direction that Blake pulled Stacey to.

  “You think you can come to my brother’s wedding and dance with some asshole to our song?” Blake yelled. I could hear him through the bathroom door as I approached.

  “I can’t control what the DJ plays. Let me go!”

  “Blake, open the door,” I said, knocking.

  “Go back to your wedding,” he shouted. “This is between me and her.”

  “Let me go!” Stacey screamed.

  “Open the door,” I repeated.

  “No. Go back to your wedding.”

  “You promised you weren’t going to cause a scene with Stacey coming to my wedding,” I said.

  “Just let me go. You made the decision to end things,” Stacey said.

  I saw Spencer approaching out of the corner of my eye. “Blake, open the door!” I said, banging on the door again.

  “Babe, just leave them alone,” Spencer said, grabbing my arm to pull me away.

  I threw up my hands, pissed as fuck at my brother, but I didn’t want to ruin Spencer’s day. Today was all about her. Not about Blake. Not about Stacey. Not about anyone but Spencer.

  *~*~*

  Apparently Blake and Stacey worked things out. When Spencer and I were dancing to the final song, they came out to say goodbye, both adjusting their clothes.

  “Are you going to tell me now where we are going tomorrow?” Spencer asked, sitting in the limo to the hotel.

  “Not yet. You’ll find out at the airport tomorrow,” I said, popping the cork on a bottle of champagne.

  “You know this is killing me, right?”

  “I promise that it will be worth the surprise,” I said, handing her a flute of the almond champagne.

  “It better be,” she murmured, taking a sip.

  I smiled. She had no idea how awesome this honeymoon was going to be.

  We arrived at the Fairmont, and I led Spencer to our room that was already prepared for our arrival. Just like the night I proposed, there was a bottle of champagne and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries waiting for us.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I said, noticing that I’d been staring at her while she ate a strawberry in her white dress.

  “You’ve said that like a million times tonight.”

  “I just had no idea how beautiful you would look in your dress. I really thought my heart stopped.”

  “You’re such a liar.”

  “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

  “No, I mean about the heart stopping.”

  “Well I figured that was more romantic than telling you that I was hard as a rock when you were walking down the aisle.”

  “I was wet when I saw you. I love when you wear suits and stuff. Remember New Year’s Eve and Ryan’s wedding?”

  “Do I?” I laughed. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again.”

  “That’s the point. It’s our wedding night.” Spencer smirked.

  “I know. I’ve been waiting for hours.” Counting them down to be exact.

  I stepped closer to where she sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help her stand up. Once she stood, I turned her around so her back was towards my chest and slowly began to unzip the back of her dress, kissing the exposed skin as the dress slid down her body.

  My tongue retraced where I’d placed kisses, working its way up to her ear. She moaned as I lightly nibbled the lobe, her head falling forward, and my dick strained against my slacks as I tasted her salty, smooth skin.

  My wife’s skin.

  Her dress pooled around her ankles, leaving her in a white strapless bra, teal sandals, and underwear that instantly made me smile as I saw the back of them.

  “I like your underwear,” I said, smiling.

  “I figured you would.” I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she was smiling, too.

  “It’s very fitting.”

  “I know. I have more, too.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, I always plan on being Mrs. Montgomery, so I had to get more made for when these wear out.”

  I never wanted to control Spencer, but if she wanted to walk around every day with my name plastered across her ass, I wasn’t going to stop her. No one would see them but us. If for some reason—a reason I didn’t want to think about—she let some motherfucker see my branding, then I’d hope he’d think twice before trying to take what was mine.

  “Well—we don’t want to mess them up now,” I said, hooking my fingers under the monogrammed panties on each side of her hips and sliding them down her legs.

  As I knelt in front of her, I ran my hand up her leg, moving closer to her center.

  “Step out of your dress, Baby.”

  I watched as she stepped out of the dress, draping it over the desk chair, and slipped off her sandals. She stood in front of me in only her bra. The sight of her made my mouth water. I wanted to devour her, taste her, and make her come.

  I wanted to burn the sight of her in my memory, but I couldn’t hold out any longer. Spencer was like my drug; I craved her—I was addicted to her.

  Unclasping my cufflinks, I began to undress myself.

  “Let me,” Spencer said, stepping forward, reaching for my tie.

  After shedding me of my clothes, Spencer unhooked her bra, letting it fall on the floor. I felt like I was going to pass out. She was beautiful and all mine. Even though I’d seen her naked what seemed like a million times, she still took my breath away.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, tasting of chocolate, strawberries and champagne.

  Our mouths stayed locked as I pushed her lightly to the bed and lowered my body over hers. She spread her legs, wrapping them around my waist, tugging my hips closer, my dick so close that I could feel her heat radiating from between her legs.

  My mouth worked its way down her neck, stopping at her hard nipple and sucked. She moaned and my dick twitched at the sound.

  “I’m ready,” she panted.

  Usually, I would make her come with my mouth or fingers or both, prepping her for my dick. But luckily just like me, she was ready—probably before we even walked through the door.

  “You’re so wet, Mrs. Montgomery,” I said, easing my cock into her.

  Fuck, I loved saying “Mrs. Montgomery”!

  We were meeting each other’s thrusts, over and over, her pussy squeezing me as my hard cock pumped into her. She reach
ed up, cupping my face, and brought her mouth up to mine. We kissed as we connected, her hands running through my hair, and everything was perfect.

  Spencer’s hands in my hair was like an electric shock that went straight to my cock. She did it every time. It was like her way of telling me that she felt everything I was giving her. She was with me, enjoying the pleasure our bodies created.

  I didn’t want to stop, but this was just the beginning. Spencer and I had forever. “I’m gonna come,” I said, breaking our kiss.

  “Me too,” she panted.

  I leaned down and captured her lips again, securing the kiss before a growl came from my chest. Spencer shuddered under me, her pussy pulsing as she moaned.

  “I love you,” I said, kissing the side of her neck, trying to ease my breathing.

  “I love you, too.”

  This is what I was made for. I was made for Spencer, and she was made for me; we were made for each other.

  Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Montgomery.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Seeing Spencer’s face when I give her my surprises make keeping them from her that much better. I really hate keeping anything from her, but not letting her know where we were going on our honeymoon was the best secret. It even beat buying BKJB.

  After we arrived in Fiji, we took another plane to a small island, and then a boat to a dock that looked like it sat in the middle of the ocean—and it did.

  After taking an elevator down forty feet below the surface, we were escorted to our room. All my thoughts were on Spencer—what she would think, what she would do, if she would freak out about being underwater.

  I’m not gonna lie; I was scared of the glass cracking on us and getting eaten by a shark… well, and drowning.

  “Holy shit,” Spencer said.

  My thoughts exactly.

  We walked into a room with the entryway covered in wood paneling, which also ran along the walls that curved around onto the ceiling. A king-size bed sat beyond the wood paneling under a glass roof that wrapped around the windows that covered most of the wall space.

  “Seventy percent of the room is made up of acrylic and will allow you to see fish, coral reefs and even sharks,” Kerri, the hotel staffer said, pointing at the water.