When I slip one finger beyond her entrance, Paige cries out and begs for my cock.
Believe me, he's eager to comply. But instead, I slip a second finger into her and moan myself.
She's so fucking tight, it's a good thing she's so wet or we'd be hunting for lube.
Just the thought of sliding my dick into this hot little hole almost makes me lose it like a fucking teenager.
Still, I want to taste her when she's coming undone. I need to watch her coming for me when I can enjoy the show and I know that means putting my own need aside for just a little longer.
Paige managed to get my shirt all the way off when I wasn't paying attention. At least the damn thing's not in my way as I clamp my lips back to her clit.
Those goddamn acrylics of hers feel amazing when she's clawing at my shoulders while I find the combination of sucking and licking and finger-fucking that turns my woman into the panting, clawing, wild thing I knew she would be.
Paige
No matter how much I beg, Spence refuses to fuck me till he's done making me see stars.
It's an orgasm that rocks the world under me and has my body so relaxed by the time I finally stop screaming his name, I'm not sure how it's possible to still need to feel Spence inside me. But damn, if that's not the case.
I feel his lips pressing softly against my hip bones, then his teeth nip gently at my stomach, all the while his fingers continue to glide lightly along the seam of my pussy and carefully over my clit, making me jump a little less each time.
"You come amazing," he whispers, "I knew you'd be like that."
"Like what?" I ask, running my hand through his new short hair cut, thinking how handsome he looks now with his cheek resting on my stomach as he looks up at me.
He gives me that devilish grin, lifts his head and kisses my stomach before coming eye to eye with me.
"Like a woman that knows how to enjoy herself and isn't afraid to do it."
The way he says it is filled with admiration and it makes me feel sexy as hell.
"You know what else I enjoy?" I make a point of holding eye contract with him, as my hand slips down between us and finds his thick shaft.
His eyelashes flicker over his hazel eyes and his lips part in a quiet intake of breath as I work my fist over the full length of him.
He feels like silk wrapped around steel. My fingers barely meet around his girth and as impatient as I am to feel him filling me up, I'm glad I'm warmed up because otherwise, this might hurt.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he asks.
His hips dip against mine and the broad head of his dick pushes against my pelvis in a move that is part tease and part promise.
"For you, Spencer, yes" I whisper, guiding him toward my center, "I'm ready for you."
"Fuck, Baby," he chokes out, mashing his lips to mine in a thirsty kiss as he pushes into me. "I love you."
It's too late to tell him I love him too.
He's inside me, sliding all the way to the end of me, testing the limits of my body and I'm lost in the feeling of fullness.
The sound of his harsh breath near my ear, the heat of his body pressed to mine, the way my interior makes room for him but only barely.
Our bodies are so tightly connected, it feels like we're one person. Until he draw back and begins to move, driving back into me forcefully enough to push the air from my lungs.
I have such a tight grip on his waist, I'm vaguely afraid I might break a nail, but Spencer doesn't seem to give a fuck about my nails digging into his flesh. If anything, it seems to drive him closer to the edge.
My legs wrap around his muscular thighs and my body absorbs each of his powerful thrusts and chases each retreat in an attempt to pull him back inside me.
I need more of him. More of him inside me, more of him stretching me to fit around him, more of him filling me up until I'm filled with his seed.
My mind is only focused on the way we fit together. On how we move together and how good he feels.
Spence whispers hoarsely against my throat but I can't hear what he says.
The room is narrowing in and then my eyes are closing involuntarily.
This time is different, the pressure more intense, the need more urgent.
I feel it in Spencer too. The change in his tempo, the ragged breath on my neck, the sweat between us that causes our entire bodies to slip against each other as we both increase the speed of our movements.
This time, my orgasm is a wave that rises in a smooth motion, carrying me to the crest. I feel the walls of my pussy clenching and pulsing around him, begging him to come with me before I'm lost in the crash and being dragged under in a moment of darkness and then the blinding explosion of sensation as my entire body releases at once.
Spencer is with me the whole way.
His hands grip my hips and pull my body against his as if there was any chance of getting deeper inside me.
Then his movements stop and his body goes rigid against mine.
I feel him burst inside me as he comes with a deep groan.
We hold each other tightly for a long time. Both of us catching our breath, our bodies still desperate to be connected.
Finally we relax.
Spence collapses onto my chest and I wrap my arms around him and hold him close enough that I can feel both our heartbeats.
"Call Bailey tomorrow and tell her what house you want," he mumbles sleepily, "we're gonna need an extra room for the baby."
Stroking a curl off his forehead, I laugh lightly.
"What baby?" I ask.
"The one I just put in you."
"Babe," I hate to burst his bubble, "I'm still on the pill."
He makes a noise that blows air across my chest, bringing my nipples to tight buds again.
"Trust me, you're pregnant," he says with a little laugh that blows another soft breath over my skin and causes goosebumps to rise, "I've never come that hard in my life."
He makes me laugh but I love the way his hand splays out over my abdomen when he assures me again that we're going to need to find our dream house sooner rather than later.
"Make sure there's a fence for the dog...and a tree for the tire swing," he mumbles.
And then he rolls to the side, and pulls me into his arms, kissing me again before he's snoring lightly beside me.
I have just enough time to think about how right it feels to be pressed against him, wearing nothing but a wedding ring, before I fade off to sleep with him.
Spencer is definitely the man I should have waited for.
Paige
"So you like the one on Oriole?" Bailey asks.
"Yeah, the four bedroom," I answer.
Bailey stacks the folders and slides them into the attache on the seat beside her.
"No problem, I'll submit your offer first thing in the morning," she tells me.
"I can't believe you're buying a house," Abby says, reaching for the fresh pitcher that Jen just brought to the table.
Jen's getting a tad better at the waitressing thing, but not by much. At least she's warming up to us.
"I can't believe you got married before me and Reagan!" Molly laughs.
"Well you still get to have the first baby," I remind her as I pass the pitcher of mimosas to Sierra.
This week's mimosa is a spiced pomegranate that's an enticing deep red color with cinnamon sticks and thin orange slices floating in the pitcher.
"You're not topping off?" Sierra notices my not-even-half-empty glass as the pitcher makes it's way to her.
"I don't think I should," I say as nonchalantly as possible as Jen sets down our food in all the wrong order-- again.
"Wait," Bailey says, "you don't think you should refill your glass because why?"
She sounds concerned.
"It's nothing, really, I'm just being cautious," I tell the eight eyes that are all on me.
"I'm...late," I fess up.
"You're late for everything," Sierra points out.
"
You were late for your own wedding," Molly concurs.
"You'll be late for your own funeral," Bailey adds, sarcastically.
"Ha ha, guys." I roll my eyes. "But I'm never late for...that."
Sierra quietly trades my brie and lobster crepes for the avocado toast and fruit that got mixed up, while Molly hands Abby's pumpkin pancakes to her.
Bailey shakes her head in disgust. "I can't believe I'm going to have to go to two baby showers in the same year," she mumbles as she pours house-made cinnamon-date syrup over her own pancakes.
"I can't believe you ordered off the menu," I throw at her.
"I promised I'd try them," she says, "I didn't get a chance to test these earlier this week."
"Still hanging out in the kitchen with Gilbert, eh?" Sierra says, giving Bailey a wink and a grin between bites of kiwi.
Bailey rolls her shoulders and gives us all her best "fuck you" glare.
"I told you, Gil and I are just friends," she insists.
"By the way, how's your little don't-do-it pact going?" Bailey aims her question at Sierra and Abby.
Abby sighs heavily.
"Well I'm definitely not doing it," she moans.
"Yeah, me either," Sierra commiserates. "I'm hoping there's a third Price brother that no one's mentioned yet that will be coming to the friends-giving on Saturday? Hint. Hint?"
Molly and I exchange a look and then break the bad news to Sierra.
"No more brothers," Molly tells her, "but if you're willing to bat for the other team, there's a sister."
"Yeah," I chime in, "but Zoe isn't coming out here with her folks, so we don't get to meet our little sister till Christmas."
"But she's super cute," Moll adds, showing Sierra a picture from Zoe's social media.
Sierra rolls her eyes, "I'm open minded and all, but I need dick...soon."
"Well you did catch the bouquet," I remind her.
"Ooh, good point," Abby says, "that means you're next."
"Please," Sierra huffs, pushing a blueberry around her plate before finally just stabbing it with her fork, "Landsburg has like four single guys left and believe me, none of them are the guy I'm waiting for. I'm screwed."
"I thought the whole point was to not be screwed," Bailey snarks.
Abby and Sierra groan together but then snicker along with the rest of us.
"Well at least share the deets of your latest conquest so we can live vicariously through you," Abby tells Bailey.
"Oh, ffff," Bailey quickly takes another bite of pancakes and washes it down with a swig of mimosa, "you know how it is with me."
"Uh huh," Sierra says, eyeing our non-participating friend suspiciously, "we know you."
A look passes around the table that doesn't include Bailey.
She's usually the first one to overshare the details of her sex life but she's been keeping her adventures to herself since we started the pact.
Bailey's made it pretty clear that she thinks our do-over idea is silly and that she has no regrets and no plans to join us.
She's been hanging out with the guys in the kitchen here at the Boat Dock Cafe an awful lot lately and we all know she and the cook, Gil, used to hook up back in high school.
We have our suspicions, but Bailey doesn't want to fess up yet so we're all letting it slide.
"So my place around three on Saturday," Abby says.
"I'll bring pie," Sierra volunteers.
The change of subject brightens us all up as we discuss our plans for our annual friends-giving bash.
"Are you bringing Gil?" Molly asks Bailey.
With an exaggerated eyeroll, Bailey answers, "No, Gil is not coming with me, but yes, Dan and Gil will be there."
"I think they're bringing some people with them too," Abby adds.
"Speaking of strays," I pipe up, "Spence's boss is new in town and doesn't have any place to go so I told Spence to invite him."
"Cool," Abby says, pouring the last of the pitcher into her glass, "the more the merrier."
Epilogue
Spencer
"So does anything stay open for Thanksgiving around here?" Trevor asks as we're leaving the site we've been checking out.
"I'm not sure," I answer, "this is my first holiday season in town too, but I'm pretty sure Landsburg buttons up pretty tight on Thanksgiving. Why, man? You aren't headed home to hang with family?"
I wait till the boss is buckled into the passenger seat of the new all electric company car he managed to score for me before I start it up.
Just a click and a whir. I smile, loving the lack of engine noise, knowing the in town miles I'll be racking up as part of the new city engineering job with the planning and development department won't be costing the planet any more than they have to.
"Not much left in the way of family," Trevor answers, "Mom passed away a few years back and Dad's never been much for the holidays. I've got a brother, but he married an Irish girl who didn't want to be far from her family so I don't get to see them much."
"Dude, that sucks," I say, "I don't mind being away from the fam as long as I still get to meet up with them a few times a year, you know? Ending up settling down so close to Reagan is awesome. I gotta tell ya, I am really looking forward to our kids growing up close."
"Oh yeah, how's that going? Are you going to be taking family leave before we even break ground on this development or what?"
I let out a disappointed sigh and shake my head as I pull back into the office parking lot.
"Doesn't look like it, man, but I am working on it, believe me."
Trevor and I share a laugh, the kind that guys do when they're walking that fine line between serious life shit and not taking it too seriously.
"You're a lucky man, Spence," he tells me, taking on a serious tone, "you got it all, man."
Together we walk back to the office to drop off the paperwork and back up the photos we took out on the site.
"When you called to see if this job was still available, telling me you were coming back to get married and put down roots, I thought you were getting a little ahead of yourself but I gotta admit, man, you and Paige--" he whistles appreciatively, "--you guys might be proof that opposites attract, but it's obvious you two were made for each other.
"Gotta admit, makes me kinda jealous."
"Yeah well, when you know you know." I've been preaching that gospel for months now.
"That's what I hear," Trevor says, uploading the pictures to the office desktop, "I'll have to your word for it."
"Man," I slip the file folder with the plans into the in-box, "trust me, one day you're gonna take a look at a woman and that's gonna be the last time you ever look at a woman like that, know what I mean?"
Trevor nods, shutting down the computer and straightening a few things around his office before we lock the place up till we're back next Monday.
"I like to think you're right on that," he tells me, "I am definitely ready for that last first look."
We do the bro hug thing, wishing each other a happy holiday and promising to stay safe and see each other next week.
Trevor's a cool dude. We hit it off from the beginning and now he feels more like an extra brother than a boss. Of course, he's about Reagan's age, so only a couple years older than me, but some people just feel like family.
It's a thought that hits me as I'm texting Paige to let her know I'm on my way home.
Fuck! I almost forgot.
Looking up, I notice Trev is still sitting in his car, so I jump out quick and run over to knock on his door.
"You leave something in the office?" Trevor asks, startled to see me at his window.
"Nah, I wanted to give you an invite to the girls' friends-giving thing this Saturday."
Trevor gives me a dubious look and starts to protest.
"Ah ah," I cut him off, "The wife told me to invite you, so you're officially expected. You might want to bring beer."
"Anything else?" Trevor chuckles, knowing he's not getting out of this n
ow. Not that I really think he wants to.
I can see the relief on his face when he realizes he's got people in town that want to include him.
"I dunno man," I laugh, running my hand through my hair that's already needing another cut, "In the last three weeks I've gotten a grown up job, gotten married, and bought a house, I can't be expected to keep track of who's bringing what for dinner too.
"Dan and Gil are coming, Dan's bringing the fam and Gil's bringing the turkey and a couple of friends so I know you won't be the only newbie there. But if you want to bring something, I can ask Paige and text you on it later with the address."
"Cool bro," Trevor fist bumps me through his open driver's window, "anyone in the group got food allergies or special diet I should worry about?"
"Not that I know of," I tell him as I back up so he can take off.
"Oh hey!" It dawns on me as his window begins to close.
"Yeah?" Trevor stops and lowers the window.
"See's a vegetarian. She's cool though, you don't have to plan around her."
Trevor nods and gives me a thumbs up.
I promise to text him the party details later and then I hope in the car and enjoy the heater.
Paige tells me we don't get many white Christmases in Landsburg, but three days before Thanksgiving has me looking forward to closing escrow on our new house so I can get my wife naked in front of that big fireplace.
THANK YOU FOR READING!!
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