Summer with a Star (Second Chances Book 1)

by Farmer, Merry

  “Just having a little heart-to-heart with your summer cutie,” Yvonne replied.

  Spence’s smile slipped as he glanced from Yvonne to Tasha. “Do I need to remind you that you run my business life, not my personal life?” he warned Yvonne.

  “No, sweetheart.” Yvonne stepped to Spence’s side and patted his cheek. “I know my place.”

  A chill passed down Tasha’s spine. She sure did know her place, but did Spence?

  A car turned in at the bottom of the driveway, its wheels crunching on gravel as it made its way up and around the curve of the rose bushes.

  “There’s my ride,” Yvonne said. “Spence, be a doll and help carry my bags down to the car.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Spence answered with a suspicious frown. He gave Tasha a look that was meant to reassure, but did nothing of the sort, then lifted two of Yvonne’s suitcases and carried them down the stairs to meet the limo in the driveway.

  “Remember what I said, Tasha,” Yvonne told her in a gentle voice, her eyes brimming with compassion that made Tasha want to stick a fork in them. “Have fun if you want to, but keep your feet on the ground.”

  “I’ll do what I want,” she answered.

  Yvonne smiled as though Tasha had agreed with her in no uncertain terms. She spun and headed down the porch stairs to her car, leaving Tasha to take her carryon back down to the car for her.

  “You know where to find me if you need me,” Yvonne told Spence as the driver of the limo took the carryon from Tasha.

  “And I’m sure you’ll find me if I don’t,” Spence said. He at least had the good grace to kiss Yvonne’s cheek as she strode to the open limo door.

  “And I’m going to do something about your paparazzi problem,” Yvonne promised. “You won’t have to worry about anyone interrupting your lovely vacation.” She smiled at Tasha with those words.

  They felt like ice slipping down Tasha’s back.

  “Are you ready to go, ma’am?” the driver asked, grasping the handle of the open limo door. He was ready, at least.

  “Yes,” Yvonne answered. She turned to Spence one last time. “If you need me, I can be back here in a couple of hours. It might be nice to be tucked out of the way, where no one can bother me and where no one is getting into trouble.”

  For a heartbeat, Tasha thought she saw the light of an idea in Yvonne’s eyes. If the woman was hatching some other plot, it ducked down into the limo with her. The driver shut the door and jogged around to the front. Spence strode back to the foot of the porch steps where Tasha stood. He put his arm around Tasha’s shoulders and waved as the car backed down the driveway, almost as if they were a legitimate couple saying goodbye to Auntie Yvonne after a pleasant visit.

  The thought set Tasha’s skin itching. She tensed, grateful when Spence let go of her shoulder.

  “I hate it when she does that,” he said.

  “Does what?” Tasha rubbed her arms as they headed up the porch steps. Couldn’t she just have a full hour to feel good about herself and what she was doing? Who said she didn’t deserve more than people thought she should get?

  “When she shows up unexpectedly and leaves just when I’m getting used to her,” Spence said.

  Tasha hummed in agreement, but said nothing.

  “She upset you.” At the top of the stairs, Spence steered her around the side of the porch to look out over the beach. “What did she say?”

  “Nothing really.” She couldn’t meet his eyes. He wasn’t going to buy it, as evidenced by his flat expression, so she gave up with a sigh and admitted, “She doesn’t want me with you. She thinks I’m too ordinary. She wants me to leave.”

  “I see.” He turned to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her hips and tugging her closer.

  A thrill of excitement pulsed through Tasha. She rested her forearms on his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt, as his hands spread across her backside. Damn, but it felt good. Hands on her butt, yes, but more than that, it felt good to be wanted that way. Her gloomy pout flickered into a teasing look of mock sorrow.

  “I guess I should go pack my things and hit the road,” she said, going so far as to turn her lower lip down in a pout. Okay, she’d admit it, it was a pout that was designed to provoke a kiss.

  Spence didn’t disappoint. “I’ve got a better idea,” he said, his voice low and husky.

  His hands traveled up over the small of her back to hold her closer. He dipped down to capture her mouth with his, kissing her long and slow, and, yes, sucking on her lower lip exactly as she’d imagined. He was so damn good at that, good at melting her into goo that dripped, hot and heavy, into her core. She let herself lean into him, snaked her hands up along his neck to rake her fingers through his hair, nails against his scalp.

  Spence growled. The sound ramped her own lust up by a thousand percent. She didn’t care that she was just Miss Pike, teacher sweaters and all, when Spence made that sound, when he squeezed her close and cheated a hand around to close over her breast from the side. She lifted to her tip-toes so that she could throw her whole energy into kissing him back. Everything about him was perfect, the way he smelled, the heat radiating from his hard, fit body, the tenderness with which his mouth claimed hers. A girl could seriously get used to this.

  “Yvonne isn’t here anymore,” he panted when he finally broke their kiss.

  “I know.” Tasha was more than a little breathless herself.

  “She’s not here,” he repeated.

  “I know.” She blinked, confusion cutting through the haze of her passion.

  He scooped his hands under her backside and lifted her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist on instinct at first, but when his mouth slanted over hers once more in a kiss that left her core aching as it pressed against the growing bulge in his shorts, the pieces clicked.

  “Yvonne isn’t here anymore,” she repeated his words with a smile. “Whatever shall we do?”

  “I have a few suggestions,” he said, already striding with her toward the back door.

  He pushed the screen door open with one hand and walked through the living room to the hall. Kissing and walking at the same time wasn’t great for navigating a house full of furniture, and after bumping into the edge of the sofa and a bookshelf in his progress, Spence finally gave up kissing her and concentrated on walking. He took the stairs two at a time and had her in his room, kicking the door shut with his foot, in no time. Instead of putting her down, he backed her against the door, bracing her there.

  “We’ve been slacking, you know,” he said. He nipped at her lips, pulling back each time she tried to kiss him in return. The game had her pulse pounding in her ears and pushed his statement from her mind.

  “What?” she said as soon as she remembered he’d said anything. Her glance flickered between his lips and the wolfish light in his eyes.

  “We’ve got that whole box of condoms on the dresser over there, and we’ve barely made a dent in it,” he said, grinding his erection against the juncture of her thighs. Tasha gasped and groaned. “I think we need to up our game.”

  “You think?”

  “I know.”

  He kissed her again, pressing her head against the door. She shifted her arms to reach for the hem of his t-shirt as his mouth drove every last drop of sense out of her. She wanted to feel his skin, to drag her nails across the plain of his back.

  “Yeah, like that,” he rumbled as she raked her way up to his shoulder blades. “Harder.”

  A tremor of lust shook her. What would it be like to play hard with Spence? Not whips and chains hard, but outside of the box. The possibility left her itching to get them both out of their clothes as fast as possible.

  He finally had to set her on her feet so that he could tug his t-shirt the rest of the way over his head and toss it aside. By the time his hands were free, she already had her tank top off and was reaching for the clasp of her bra behind her back. He went to work on the button and zipper of her sho
rts, pushing them open and sliding his hand down under her panties to rake across her clit. She gasped and fumbled as her bra snapped loose, bracing her hands against the wall to keep herself from falling over as his fingers delved deeper. She even mewled like a sex kitten when the tip of one finger invaded her.

  “I love how wet you get for me,” he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. His fingertip flickered back and forth across her slit. “It makes me think you could come at any moment.”

  “I might,” she managed to squeak out.

  “Oh?” He braced his forearm on the door above her head, leaning in until his ragged panting tickled her earlobe. His finger plunged deeper.

  Tasha tensed, muscles clenching around his finger as he stroked her inner walls. He could bring her to the edge faster than anything ever had. His hand covered all of her, and he rubbed with a possessive intensity that left her throbbing, but not quite enough. His finger imitated what she wanted his cock to do. A fine sweat broke out on her back.

  As much as she wanted to draw out the sweet, hot sensation of lust shimmering through her, as soon as Spence shifted his hand to stroke her clit directly, fingers hot and slick with the evidence of her pleasure, she was toast. Her orgasm snuck up on her like a storm, crashing with startling force as he circled her nub. She’d never come while standing up before. The tremors were deeper, pervasive. They turned her legs to butter. She cried out with the pleasure of it and pressed into his hand.

  “Oh yeah,” he hummed against her ear. “Like that. Always like that. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  She could only respond with a groan, her whole body going liquid.

  He eased up the pressure, slipping his hand out of her panties so that he could push them and her shorts down over her hips. They dropped to the floor with a thunk that snapped her at least part of the way to her senses. Enough to realize that her bra hung loose around her shoulders, doing nothing to cover her breasts.

  Spence leaned back, taking her in with a glance so hot it stirred Tasha’s lust awake again.

  “Would you think less of me if I tell you that right now, with your panties around your ankles, your bra like that, your nipples hard and pink, and your cunny wet and shining, you’ll live in my spank bank for years?”

  She laughed, quick and breathless. “That should not turn me on,” she said.

  “But it does,” he finished.

  “God, yes!”

  She pushed away from the door, kicking her shorts aside and finally shrugging out of her bra. The light, cool breeze blowing in through the open windows was heaven against her naked body. She stepped into Spence, reaching for the tie of his shorts, thanking God they were drawstring. One tug and a push and she sent them sliding down his legs.

  His cock sprung free, hard and hot, the tip round and strained with expectation. “My turn,” she hummed, reaching down to scoop her hand around his balls. He groaned and tensed as she handled them, gently, just enough pressure to leave him wanting more. She closed her other hand around his shaft, moving up and then down with just enough friction to send a jolt through him. She met that jolt with a grin of victory.

  “Bed,” he managed to choke out. “But bring the condoms.”

  “One?” she asked.

  He huffed out a laugh. “The whole box.”

  She laughed and let go of him, skipping over to the dresser and taking a strip of condoms from the box. It would have to do.

  Spence had reached the bed, and when she turned around to join him, he flopped to his back, arms and legs sprawled, cock standing stiff against his abdomen. Dear Lord, but he was gorgeous. Everything about his body was perfect. His legs were strong and corded with muscle. His arms were perfectly shaped, his hands large, fingers long. His chest was defined, with just a dusting of hair, and his stomach was ridged in a six-pack that made her mouth water. But at the moment, it was his penis that grabbed her attention.

  “This is something I could get used to,” she cooed, crawling up onto the bed between his legs. She tossed the strip of condoms aside for the moment and ran her palms up the insides of his thighs until they reached his groin.

  He jerked and strangled a cry as she closed one hand around the base of his cock and moved it to stand straight up from his body. Brad had given up trying to coax her to give him head when she told him in no uncertain terms how much she hated it, but in spite of all that, there she was, aching to take Spence into her mouth.

  She started out cautiously, kissing the swollen tip of his penis and licking her tongue over the slit.

  “Oh, god, yes,” Spence growled, gripping the bedcovers.

  She went for more, opening her mouth around the swollen crown and increasing the pressure of her tongue on him. He was salty and masculine with a taste like nothing else. The tension rippling from his body, the strength of him not pushing down her throat, was almost as good as his hands on her. She worked her lips around his rim, fisting him slowly as she did.

  He burst into ragged panting and a growl that was both ridiculously masculine and desperate at the same time. God help her, but she wanted more.

  She took a deep breath, relaxed as much as she could with her core aching with need, and dared herself to take as much of him in as she could. He filled her mouth the same way she filled her pussy. That thought turned her flame up higher, and she pulled up, then plunged deeper.

  “Tasha,” Spence growled her name as she pushed herself to take him deeper and deeper with each try. It was almost too much, almost enough to gag her, but the heady satisfaction of feeling his body tied in knots, helpless under the pleasure she was causing him—she, Tasha Pike, normal woman, boring teacher—made up for any discomfort. She could do this. More than do it, she could rock his world.

  “Enough,” he said suddenly, half sitting up and pushing her away. “I want to come inside you.”

  With frantic passion, he swiped at the strip of condoms. Tasha slid across the bed, rolling to her back as he ripped one open and put it on. When he turned to her, the sight of him hot, hard, and ready made her mouth run dry and her core clench in expectation.

  “This way,” he growled and reached for her.

  He grabbed her hips and flipped her to her stomach. Tasha gasped, rippling with surprise and pleasure. Her heart fluttered with expectation and just the right amount of fear—no, not fear, excitement—as he lifted her hips high. She shouldn’t be desperate for it with her head down, her legs spread, fisting the bed covers, but—

  He slammed into her from behind and she cried out at the intensity of the pleasure. Her core clenched hard around him as he sank deep. So deep. He gripped her hips and pumped into her. Hard. Deliciously hard. And fast. And good. Damn good. Her breasts shook free under her, nipples raking against the bed, adding to the pleasure. His hands pinched her hips, but, God help her, that was amazing too. The friction of his cock invading her, big and hard and demanding had her crying out with each thrust. Each hard, fast thrust, accompanied by his desperate groans.

  As her climax rushed closer, her body responding to the rock-hard insistence of his, all Tasha could think was fuck. Sensual and sweet was nice, but this was fucking. She’d never been fucked before, never thought she would want to be, but this was amazing. She came hard, crying out and giving herself up to the pounding pleasure that swept through her and left her blazing with fire and alive. It felt so good that she kept coming and coming, longer than she ever had before.

  Spence groaned as he hit his release, before hers was over. His sound of pleasure kept her going that much longer, until his thrusts slowed and stopped. They collapsed together, falling into a hot, sweaty, panting pile on top of the bed. The world, if there even was a world out there anymore, would take a long, long time to set itself right after that.

  “Sorry,” Spence mumbled a breathless apology several minutes later, when they were laying side by side on their backs.

  “Sorry?” Tasha asked, incredulous. “You knocked my socks off.”

  “Really?” He
lifted onto his side, shock plain on his face. “That wasn’t…too much?”

  Tasha laughed, nudging him with her elbow.

  “I’m not usually so…animalistic,” Spence went on.

  “Babe, you can bang me like that any day,” she told him, rolling to her side so she could throw a leg over his and hug him.

  “You sure?” he asked, catching her laughter. “That wasn’t too, I dunno, aggressive for you?”

  “Turns out I like it a little aggressive,” she said, then added, “now and then.”

  “Huh.” He flopped to his back, loose and relaxed, and Tasha sprawled against him. “You’re full of surprises, Miss Pike.”

  “And don’t you forget it,” she told him.

  She closed her eyes, a wicked smile on her lips. Truth be told, she’d surprised herself too. But she liked it. She liked this woman who could give in to passion so fully. That was who she’d wanted to be all along. Damn, it felt good.

  Tasha had more than a few chances to take the new her for a spin before the sun had set and risen again. She was on top of the world, ready to prove Yvonne and herself wrong on every level. The summer was heating up and her vacation was as perfect as she could have imagined it being.

  And then the security guards showed up.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Are they still down there?” Tasha asked, lifting her head from the book she was reading in bed. His bed. Naked in his bed. He looked away from the Second Chances script to his bedroom door.

  “I’m sure they are,” he said with a wide grin, enjoying the sight of her. “Or out around the perimeter, at least.”

  “They’re so quiet,” Tasha went on. Her brow furrowed and she bit her lip. Her plump, kiss-reddened lip.

  “That’s part of their job, to be quiet and unobtrusive. To protect you without you feeling as though you’re being protected.”

  His explanation only deepened her frown. “If that’s their job, it’s not working. Three days, Spence. They’ve been hovering around the house for three days. Like…like big, black wasps waiting to swarm.”