Finding Spencer (B&S 1.5) (B&S Series #1.5)

by Kimberly Knight

  “You like what you see?” I asked as I caught her staring at me as I worked on my triceps.

  “Uh huh…”

  “Good,” I said with a wink.

  I showed Spencer some moves that would help her, and as I touched her, all I could think about was the dance we shared. I wanted to make her cum again.

  Was this considered a date? Could Vegas be considered a date, too? Fucking three date rule.

  “What are you doing tomorrow night after the gym?” I asked, walking her to the locker room.

  She thought for a moment before replying, “I don’t really have any plans.”

  “Would you like to have dinner with me after we work out?”

  “Sure, I would love to,” she said, smiling at me—her fucking smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” She walked into the women’s locker room, and I went to the men’s to take a long, cold shower.

  *~*~*

  When I exited the locker room twenty minutes later, I saw Christy being asked to leave by Luke. She was protesting, but I quickly went back into the locker room and exited through an Employees Only door to my office. No way was I going to let her see me. Jason was still in his office.

  “Hey…”

  “Damn, took you long enough. I’ve been waiting to hear how it went.”

  “You know you’ve been watching,” I said, laughing at him.

  “Yeah… a little…”

  “Christy is here,” I said, cutting him off.

  “Fuck. Okay, I’ll go handle her for you, and then I want details,” he said, running out of his office and down the stairs.

  There wasn’t much to tell him…yet, but the fact that he had my back with Christy and wanted me to date Spencer felt good.

  *~*~*

  I hadn’t felt this way since Trista from high school. I remembered how I would show up early to school just to spend time with her. I would watch the clock until it was lunch time so we could make-out instead of eat, and breeze through homework so we could spend hours on the phone.

  I was thirty-years-old, and acting like the sixteen-year-old Brandon.

  I’d forgotten to ask Spencer for her phone number, but then I remembered that I could just look it up in her membership profile. I didn’t want to act like a stalker, so I had to talk myself out of calling her a few times throughout the day. The minutes and hours dragged on throughout the day, and I couldn’t wait until Spencer walked through the doors at a quarter after five.

  As I walked to the locker room to change for our workout, I was stopped by a member who wanted me to mix business with pleasure. If she only knew I already was with someone else, I’m not sure what she would do.

  “Hello, Brandon. When are we going to schedule my personal training sessions?”

  “Mrs. Robinson, you know I’ve hired people to train you and the other members of this gym. Unfortunately, my training days are over.”

  “Are you sure? I saw you last night with a female client in the weight room,” she said, running her fingernail down my arm.

  If I didn’t know any better, Teresa Robinson could have totally passed as Christy’s mother. They bore a strong resemblance to one another and had the same personality and hungry look in their eyes when they looked at me.

  “She’s not a client,” I said, smirking. I was trying to act professional, but just the thought of Spencer put a smile on my face.

  “She’s…not?” Teresa asked, sucking in a breath.

  “No. She’s my girlfriend,” I said, lying before I could stop myself.

  “Oh…” she stammered. “I…”

  “I have to go change. Have a good workout, Mrs. Robinson.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Hey, beautiful…wow, you’re breathtaking,” I said as she stepped out of the locker room.

  She was dressed for our date in a dark blue dress that went down to her knees. I loved Spencer in dresses. It was the third time I’d seen her wear a dress or skirt, and I approved. She had perfect legs, even if she was on the shorter side. The heels she wore showed off her toned calves, and I was a sucker for muscles since I was a personal trainer and owned gyms.

  “Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.”

  I looked down at my black pinstriped, long-sleeved, button-down shirt—I was pretty sure it was the same one I wore in Vegas the night we danced. I didn’t think much of it until she raked her eyes over me. Hell, I might have had on the same jeans, too.

  “Cold? Would you like me to turn on the seat warmers?” I asked, sliding into my black Range Rover after opening the door for her.

  “What? Your car has butt warmers?”

  “Yes, we do live in the Bay Area.” My smile matched hers.

  I definitely wasn’t in Texas anymore. San Francisco had a lot of fog. I missed the sunshine, but when it did shine, San Francisco was beautiful and not humid, which I was starting to enjoy.

  “I would love my butt warmed!” she said with a big grin on her face.

  “I’ll have to remember that.” I winked.

  *~*~*

  For first dates, I had to admit the one with Spencer was perfect. Our conversation never faltered, and unlike Christy, we had a lot in common. I was trying to play it cool and make it the perfect first date, but not go overboard.

  I couldn’t believe that we were talking—getting to know each other. It was as if I was still dreaming and fantasizing about her. I told her about Christy, and she confessed that she had also just gotten out of a relationship. She seemed hesitant to tell me why it ended, and I didn’t press her for the details. I figured she would share more information with me when she felt comfortable.

  Our dinner was coming to an end, and like the night before, I didn’t want it to be over, yet. But I had an early business call that Jason and I both needed to be on in the morning, or I would had tried to keep Spencer talking. I wanted to see her again, so I invited her to use my extra ticket to the San Francisco Giants game on Friday. It was a huge bonus that she loved sports; especially the Giants. She also loved the 49ers, and if things got serious between us, that could be a problem since both Jason and I were diehard Dallas Cowboys fans.

  “Want to make a break for it, or do you want me to go get the car?” I asked, looking out the door of the restaurant. The rain had rolled in and was really coming down, and neither of us had an umbrella.

  “Let’s make a break for it; a little water won’t hurt.”

  Hmmm, Spencer wet…

  I smiled at the thought, grabbed her hand, and took off down the street for my car. By the time we were both inside, we were drenched. My jeans were uncomfortable, and my shirt was plastered to my chest. I looked over and saw Spencer shivering a little from the wet, cold rain.

  “Whoa, it is really coming down! I have a few gym towels in here somewhere,” I said, turning to my backseat. I handed a towel to Spencer to dry off and started the car to warm us up. I remembered that she liked her butt warm, so I turned on her seat warmer, too.

  We dried ourselves off some, and I reached in the back to grab another dry towel so Spencer could dry off more. She had on less clothes than I did, and there wasn’t much I could do with the towel I was using. “Here, this one is dry,” I said, and before I realized it, I started to pat the moisture on her left leg with the dry towel in my hands.

  A few beats later, she grabbed my hand and it stilled on her leg as our eyes locked. Before I could apologize, she leaned over the center console and kissed me. Her lips were soft, tender, and…perfect. Before I could slip my tongue to taste her, she started to pull away. I dropped the towel in my hand, grabbed the back of her neck with both of my hands and kissed her—hard.

  The mouth I dreamt about in all different positions was hot and tasted like wine and everything else I craved all rolled into one. I wasn’t sure how I was going to last two more dates. Friday couldn’t get here fast enough, and that would only be date two. My whole body tingled from her touch, and now the fact that she kissed me! I wanted to fuck her so bad. I wanted
to lose myself in her and not let her out of my sight for hours, days, forever.

  Just when I thought she would pull away again, she surprised me by never breaking our kiss and sliding over the center console to straddle me. My dick instantly reacted, wanting to be rubbed on as it stiffened in my damp jeans.

  The legs that I wanted wrapped around my head were smooth as I ran my hands up and down them while she held my face, still kissing me. I wasn’t going to let her stop. I loved the feel of her on top of me and so did my cock. She moaned in my mouth as my hands worked their way up under her dress. Flashes of our dance played in my head, and I was nervous I was going to bust a nut right there with her grinding on top of me.

  It had been years since I dry humped a chick, and I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good. I knew her hot pussy would feel better, but I still wanted our first time to be in a bed so I could memorize her whole body and take my fucking time. Even if I had to, I would jerk off in the bathroom before fucking her, because I wanted it to last longer than three minutes.

  I could usually last long…well pretty long. Maybe it was because of the fact that I didn’t feel a connection with most of the women I had been dating—especially Christy. My list isn’t that long, but in my thirty years, there was only one girl that I lost myself in, and the more Spencer got into my head, the more she made me lose all train of thought, and the more I knew I would lose myself in her, too.

  I couldn’t hide the erection growing in my jeans. I know Spencer felt it. She rubbed herself on me, grinding on me as she broke our kiss and began to lick my jaw and then my neck. She turned me on so fiercely that I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried, and I slid my hands under her dress and dipped my fingers into the back of her panties.

  She was wet—I mean dripping wet—and not just from the rain that was still beating down on my car. Her arousal was seeping through the cotton of her panties, and I wanted to taste her so fucking bad. She lifted her head from my neck, moaning in pleasure as I ran two fingers through her pussy lips.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” I whispered into her ear.

  “Well, we did just run through the rain,” she said breathlessly.

  “That's not what I meant,” I said with a smile, then took her lips with my mouth again, still running my fingers through her other lips.

  I felt my phone buzz once in my pocket, then felt it again. I was getting a call, but I didn’t care if someone was dying. I couldn’t pull my lips from Spencer’s. I couldn’t remove my hand. In that moment, someone would have needed to cut off my hand because it was not going to leave the warm juices that were starting to fill my car with a delicious, sexy fragrance.

  I wanted to see Spencer come apart again for me. For three days, that was all I thought about, and whoever was calling would just have to wait.

  My phone continued to vibrate on my leg. Finally, Spencer pulled back and panted, “Do you need to get that?”

  “No, it can’t be that important. I’ll call them back,” I snapped, returning my mouth to hers.

  Her hands roamed my body as I sunk two fingers in her. She rode my fingers as I envisioned her riding my cock. It was aching in my jeans, wanting to break free and angry that my fingers were getting all the attention. I needed to stay a gentleman. I needed to wait—I wanted to wait. Fuck, I was so hot and turned on that if she would have undid my jeans, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself…

  But, I didn’t have a condom. My one rule was to always use a condom.

  I had to do something. I had to slow us down. We still had a good thirty minute drive ahead of us, and I knew I was going to be hard the whole way. I barely made it to my room in Vegas after our dance, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to last thirty fucking minutes, especially with her sitting beside me in a dress with her perfect legs on display.

  I pumped my fingers inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit vigorously. She had to be close. I needed her to be close. And then she started to kiss my neck as I felt her tense just like she had on my thigh in Vegas. Her body tightened, her pussy clenching my fingers as they started to slow inside her, and then she bit me.

  I’d never had someone bite me before, and I’ll be damned if that didn’t almost make me lose it once again.

  I removed my fingers, letting us both cool down, but the heater in my car was on high, and it was getting to be so that I couldn’t breathe. She stayed in my lap as I reached around her to turn off the heater and crack the window. Rain still poured down outside, but I didn’t care if it got on my leather seats. If they were going to be ruined, they were already ruined from the moment we got in my car, drenched from the rain.

  “It’s getting a little hot in here,” I said.

  “A little?” she asked with a chuckle and smiled against my neck.

  I still didn’t want our night to end, but it was time. I lifted her head from my shoulder and lightly pressed a kiss to her lips. They were already burned into my memory. The look, the feel, the taste. I would never forget them, and I knew it was another thing I would dream about.

  “Time to get you home.”

  She climbed over into her seat, not saying a word.

  Did she not want the night to end, either?

  I put the car in drive and began driving down the street, replaying what had just happened. “So you're a biter?” I asked, giving her my most innocent smile.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  When I dropped Spencer off at home, I fished my phone out of my jeans, and as suspected, the phone call wasn’t important. It was Christy. She left a voicemail, and being the idiot I was, I listened to it instead of just deleting it. By now you would think she would have gotten the clue. Right?

  “Brandon, it’s me. I met a guy today, and he said he knows you and that you’ve been hanging with some brunette bitch. Do you think I’m going to let you go that easily? She won’t win.”

  Won’t win? I guess Christy didn’t get the memo that I determined the “winner”. And who was the guy she was talking about who knew me? The only people who knew me in this town were people from the gym.

  *~*~*

  “I want all the details!” Becca said, coming into my office a little before noon.

  “I don’t kiss and tell,” I said, smiling and leaning back in my chair.

  “Oh shut up. I want to hear all about it. I haven’t been on a first date in…”

  “Hey!” Jason said, scolding his wife as he followed her in.

  “Sorry, but it’s true. I wouldn’t leave you, but first dates can be really amazing or really bad,” she said, looking at me like I needed to spill every detail.

  “It was amazing,” I said, realizing my smile hadn’t faltered since Becca brought up my date with Spencer.

  “Did you fuck her?” Jason asked.

  “Jason!” Becca scolded again.

  “What? The first time with someone can be really amazing or really bad,” he said, smirking at Becca and mocking her.

  Becca turned back to me. “Well…did you?”

  “No,” I said, shaking my head.

  “Good. Three date rule, B!” Becca said.

  “I know. Speaking of that…do you think we can count Vegas as a date?”

  “Men, I swear. All you think about is getting laid.”

  “Yep,” Jason and I both said in unison.

  “No. Vegas doesn’t count as a date.”

  “What about Monday’s workout? Does that count?”

  “Yes!” Jason answered.

  “Are you going to tell me about your date?” Becca asked again.

  “There isn’t much to tell. We went to Scoma’s, and I drove her home.” And some other things I wasn’t going to tell them.

  “Fine, do you like her?”

  “I like her a lot,” I said, smiling—still. I hadn’t smiled this much in a long time. “You’ll get to meet her again on Friday.”

  “Really?” Becca’s eyes lit up.

  “Yeah, she’s going to the game with us.”

  “Yay!�
�� Becca clapped a little and then stood to leave. “We’re going to lunch. Want to come?”

  “Sure.”

  If Monday counted, and every day I planned to workout with Spencer…Friday would be date number five. I would even give her a ride home at night to make it seem like a date. Becca would approve of date five.

  *~*~*

  If tonight wasn’t my poker night, I would have asked Spencer on another date. I wanted to spend more than an hour with her at the gym. There was no way I could cancel, because Jason would never let me live it down.

  After I drove Spencer home after our workout, I kissed her goodbye and drove to meet up with the guys so I could take their money. I always won. I wasn’t sure why they still played with me. It was probably because it was their one night a week to get away from their wives or girlfriends. I felt that way when I was with Christy, but I didn’t want to be away from Spencer. I wanted to have date number three.

  “Ready to lose boys?” I asked, shuffling the deck.

  “Whatever. Just deal,” Ben said.

  “One of these days, someone is going to beat you,” Jason said.

  “Maybe.” I shrugged. It was very unlikely. Everyone wanted me to go pro. I thought about it, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to play all the time. I enjoyed just playing with my friends and drinking beer.

  After a few hours and a trash can full of beer bottles, my phone buzzed in my pocket. For a slight second, I thought it was probably Christy, but when I saw Spencer’s name on the screen, a huge smile spread across my face.

  “Let me guess, Spencer?” Jason asked.

  I looked up from my screen and towards him. “Yeah,” I said, still smiling like an idiot.

  Spencer: Hi, I miss u!

  “Why are you smiling like that?” Ben asked.

  “Brando is in love,” Jason mocked.

  “With a dude named Spencer?” Jay asked, coming to sit down with a fresh beer.