Wait.
I lean forward. “Is there anything you guys want to tell us?”
Her eyes widen as she pales.
Noah takes another drink of his beer. “Told you she’d figure it out.”
Jumping to my feet, my eyes move back and forth between them. “OhMyGod! OhMyGod! OhMyGod! Is it what I think it is?”
Finley ducks her head before smiling broadly as Noah settles himself beside her. “Well, if you’re thinking we’re having a baby, you’d be right.”
I throw myself at them, hugging them both. “I’m so happy for you.”
Gideon looks shocked. “You’re pregnant?”
Finley laughs and presses her hand to her middle. “I am.”
Everyone stands and exchanges hugs.
“Does Mom know?”
Noah and Finley sit back down. “We’re taking her and Dad out to lunch tomorrow.”
“She’s going to freak.”
After Gideon and Noah finish their beers, they all leave. I make Finley promise to call me as soon as their lunch is over so I can hear how my mom and dad reacted.
Spencer and I stand on our front porch and wave as they drive away.
Rubbing my arms as we walk back inside I start to shiver. “Geez, it’s cold out there.”
His arms band around me. “I can warm you up.”
He isn’t lying, the warmth of his body plus the implication of his words work quickly to erase any chill I was feeling. “Want to start a fire and we can make out in front of it?”
He cocks his head to the side. “Hopefully we’ll do more than make out.”
I kiss the underside of his jaw. “Are you trying to score a home run?”
His arms tighten their hold on me. “You know it. Time to start a fire.”
Turning me, he walks behind me, shuffling me toward our den.
When I start to make a move toward the fireplace, he stops me. “Nope, I’ve got this. You get to relax on the couch.”
When we first moved in, I learned quickly Spencer had no clue how to properly build a fire. He’s been a good student though, and now refuses any help while he hones his fire building skills. It must be a caveman thing.
“I’ll sit after I get a glass of wine. Want one?”
He glances up from where he’s kneeling on the hearth. “Yes, please.”
So polite. He’s totally going to score a home run.
By the time I get back with our wine, he has the logs and kindling all set up. I watch as he opens the flue before lighting a piece of newspaper and holding it above the logs. This trick will help the smoke draft up instead of into our den. He learned about it the hard way.
After the flue is warmed, he lights the kindling and closes the screen. It’ll take a while before the fire really gets going. We considered getting a gas insert but, there’s nothing quite like a real wood fire.
He stands and I pretend to be a baseball announcer. “Spencer Hill, approaches the plate.”
He pauses at my words and grins.
Holding my wine glass close to my mouth, I let my gaze leisurely roam up his body. “This player is certainly well equipped.”
He comes unstuck and moves to sit beside me. Ignoring his wine, he takes mine from me and sets it on our coffee table. I reach up and gently remove his glasses, then bend to set them on the table next to my glass. When I straighten, he wets his lips. Then, pushing me to my back, his hands go to my waist while his lips find my neck.
“It’s a hit, and he wastes no time getting to first base.”
Spencer’s hands move to push my sweater up over my bra. His mouth leaves my neck to kiss and lick the swell of my breast.
“We have second base,” I groan.
He pushes his hips into mine and I press upward against his arousal. After that, it’s a mutual frenzy to undress each other.
My jeans and panties are stuck around my ankles when he begins to pleasure me with his mouth.
With my hand on his head, holding him to me, I gasp. “Third base, Oh God, third base.”
He doesn’t stop until I’m completely undone. Then he slowly finishes our reckless haphazard undressing.
Once we’re completely bare, he settles me over his lap so that I’m straddling him. Locking eyes, he enters me. Neither of us looks away as I slowly lower myself onto his shaft.
When I’m full of him, I press my lips to his and say. “Home run.”
It’s not until we both find release that we collapse in a naked heap.
“Are you warm now?”
I burst out laughing.
He cups my face. “I think I need to start watching baseball.”
That only makes me laugh harder.
Spencer’s gaze moves toward the fire, when he sees how well it’s burning, he motions for me to look.
“You made a very good fire baby.”
When I start to get up, he stops me. “Stay here.”
I frown and glance downward. “Can I get cleaned up first?”
He makes an oh face and then shifts so I can get up. “Of course, but then can you come back here?”
I blink. “Okay.”
We both get up, he pulls on his boxers while I snag my panties. He heads upstairs while I go to the bathroom.
“What is he up to?”
I beat him back to the couch. Instead of getting dressed, I wrap a throw blanket around myself.
He walks back into the den, now in a pair of jeans but still shirtless, his hair adorably disheveled. In his hands is what looks like a framed picture wrapped in brown paper.
“What’s this?” I ask.
He offers it to me. “A gift.”
I rearrange the blanket around myself to free my arms. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
He ducks his head. “I know. Open it.”
My fingers move to the seam and I tear it open.
Once it’s fully unwrapped I flip the thick black wooden frame over. White matting surrounds a circular representation of the stars. Small print below it reads Our First Date. My mouth falls open as my fingers trace over stars and constellations I’ve come to recognize easily because of Spencer.
“Do you like it?”
My gaze moves up to meet his. “Is this really the sky the night of our first date?”
He nods.
I press it to my chest. “I love it.”
He leans in and I think he’s going for a kiss but instead he reaches between the sofa and the wall. My brows come together as I watch him pull out another picture wrapped in brown paper.
He stands, and offers it to me.
“What is this?”
“Open it.”
I set the picture of the night of our first date on the sofa beside me and open the new picture.
When I flip it over I see another night sky, only this time the small print reads, Our Engagement.
He’s kneeling before me when I lift my eyes to him, holding an open box with a brilliant diamond ring nestled inside.
“Will you marry me?”
Covering my mouth with my hand, I begin to cry and nod. “Yes.”
When Spencer and I met again, my life was falling apart. I didn’t know it then but it turns out everything was really falling into place. His love helped fix my fall.
The End
Also by Carey Heywood
The Fix Series
Fix Her Up (Finley & Noah)
Fix Me Not (Paige & Asher)
Fix My Fall (Abby & Spencer)
Him & Her Series
Him (book 1)
Her (book 2)
Them (book 3)
Sawyer Says (spin off)
Being Neighborly (spin off novella)
Carolina Days
The Other Side of Someday (Courtney & Clay)
Yesterday’s Half Truths (Lindsay & Luke)
Chasing Daylight (McKenzie & Mitch)
Love Riddles
Why Now? (Kacey & Jake)
Why Lie? (Sydney & Heath)
; Why Not? (Reilly & Trip)
Standalones
Better
Stages of Grace
Uninvolved
A Bridge of Her Own
Audiobooks
Him (also available on audible)
Her (also available on audible)
Better (also available on audible)
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, a mischievous black cat, their nine-pound attack Yorkie, and their new rescue German Shepherd puppy.
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Acknowledgments
Fix My Fall wouldn’t be the book it is today without the help of some amazing people. To Ashley, Stephanie, Aimee, and Christine, thank you for reading Abby and Spencer’s love story at its roughest, and helping me smooth out those edges. I’m also grateful to my editor, Jennifer Van Wyk. You’ve helped make, not only this book, but also this series, what it is today. For my proofers, Vanessa and Charity, you are both amazing and so wonderful to work with. Hang Le, thank you for not only capturing Abby and Spencer perfectly on the cover, but also for being so sweet to work with. I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with for Gideon and Eli’s books.
To my Keep Calm and Carey On reader group, thank you for not only sharing awesome dinner recipes, but your love for my books as well. I’m so happy to be a part of the book community and will forever cherish the friendships I’ve gained through it. To my dearest friends, the ones I see almost daily, to ones I only get to message online with, thank you for your unending love and support. You guys know who you are. Lastly, thank you to my family. Our home is full of love, and laughter, even when we’re cleaning up puppy messes.
Samantha & Brent
** Warning, this is steamy **
The light was still on in his office, all of the other doorways that lined the hall from mine now darkened. I pull in a breath, second-guessing my sanity. Could I truly go through with this?
Lonely months had pushed me to this point. An ache for a physical connection I could no longer ignore. Why I was here and not at the nearest bar was the crazy part. I’m not ignorant to the way men looked at me. Well, those who were brave enough to. Those were the men who rallied past my not interested attitude. Problem is, I don’t want a boyfriend. Nope, all I wanted right now was for someone to fuck that ache right out of me.
Not just anyone, I, Samantha Abernathy, want Brent Evans.
In fact, that ache within me started the first time I saw him all those months ago. It had been his first day in the office. I remember skidding to a halt at the sight of him, or his ass to be honest, since his back was to me.
It was an ass that could have had that brand of slacks selling out in minutes if someone posted of picture of it online. Then my gaze had moved to his shoulders and that ache had intensified. Shoulders and a great ass are my weakness, but it was when he had turned around that I knew I was screwed.
At that point I had mentally prayed that he was a client, someone who was in the office to close on a house. Someone I would never have to see again.
Deep down, I knew better. Even before Abby, introduced him as our new colleague I had known. It was like he had been created from my deepest wildest fantasies to tempt my resolve. For months I have fought my growing desire.
All of that resolve went up like a poof of smoke with two words today.
“Stop pretending.”
Oh, how those words in his gravely voice had made my stomach drop. The fact that he had stood so close to me, close enough for me to feel his body heat through the thin silk of my blouse had only intensified my reaction to them.
Before I could respond, he had turned and walked away, leaving me to stare after him. As soon I pulled myself together I retreated to the privacy of my office, leaning against the door to keep myself upright. The cool wood had done little to extinguish the flame that bloomed within.
I spent the rest of the day warring between the mortification that he had seen right through me, to a need for him more powerful than anything I had experienced before. Canceling my afternoon appointments, I weighed the options until I finally made my choice. Then I waited, somehow knowing he would be waiting as well, for the office to empty.
Willing my legs not to shake, I closed the distance between our doors.
The light spilling into the dim hall was like a beacon, an invitation beckoning me forward.
At last, I stood in his open doorway.
“What took you so long?”
His desk faced me, his gloriously built frame seated behind it.
His question unnerved me, just as his words earlier had.
“This could end badly,” I replied, holding his gaze.
“It doesn’t have to,” he said, reaching up to loosen his tie.
A hint of his neck became exposed. How could that one act be so erotic? There was a promise in that movement. My mouth watered. I wanted to crawl across his desk and into his lap so I could unbutton his shirt and taste his hard jaw line.
“But, we work together,” I argued trying to ignore the way his hungry gaze moved over me.
He gave me a lazy nod but didn’t respond.
My nerves got the better of me and I turned to flee, to race back to my office and pretend like this had never happened.
“Didn’t think you had it in you,” he said.
His words stopped me cold, before I spun to face him. “What?”
He shrugged. “I figured you’d be too scared.”
My lips parted. “I am not scared.”
His eyes roamed over me again before they locked on mine. “Then why are you running away?”
I took a step towards him, my fingers going to the top button of my blouse, an attempt to disguise my nerves.
“Stop,” he ordered.
I halted, both my feet and my hands.
“Come here. I want to undress you,” he said. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to unwrap you.”
Well shit. There’s no way I could have ran away. Not when the promise of his words turned my insides into molten pools of want. It was a miracle that I didn’t stumble as I moved toward him. He turned his chair toward me as I rounded his desk.
Leaning forward, his hands moved to my hips the moment I was within reach. I let out a gasp when he stood, lifting me, and turned to set me on his desk. Then, his mouth was on mine.
The months of fantasizing about him did nothing to prepare me for what his mouth on mine would feel like. It only fanned the flame inside me, bringing me all that much closer to combustion. He pushed my legs apart, moving to stand between them. One of his arms banded tightly around me, the other sliding up my back until his fingers fisted in my hair.
My hands moved to his waist, as I held on tight. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I part them, eager to taste him. I marched right up to edge of a cliff and freefell into his kiss. Too soon his mouth left mine. He pulled away an inch and stared into my eyes.
Three seconds passed, I counted each one, before our mouths crashed again. Our kiss grew like a summer storm. He sprinkled kisses across my jaw and down the neckline of my blouse. My heart thundered in my chest as his fingers worked the buttons free.
My nipples tightened into buds once the cool air caressed my flesh. His hands were there to warm them, cupping my breasts as my thumbs stroked me. I was putty, ready and willing to be shaped by him. With one hand, he reached behind me, pushing papers off of the desk. They scattered like rainfall onto the floor. Pushing my skirt up, he knelt in front of me. His mouth was on me, right over my panties.
“Oh my God,” I panted, my hands coming to rest on the top his head.
Naked from the waist up, I was sitting on Brent’s desk while he ate me. My first orgasm had me arching my back as I gasped out his name.
I gaped down at him, shock at how quickly he managed that. He tilted his face up and grinned at me.
That grin turned wicked as he eased my panties down my legs. As soon as they were off of me I launched myself at him, tackling him to the floor. He caught me. I tore at his clothes and he helped me undress him. I’ve seen him in casual clothes before, but never shirtless outside of my daydreams.
My hands roamed, over his broad shoulders, across his muscular chest and down his rippled abs. I had a destination in mind and could not wait to wrap my hands around his cock. He groaned deep in his throat once I gripped his thick length. He was impossibly hard. His long and thick cock made my mouth water for a taste of him. I shifted beside him and kissed my way down his body, licking and nipping at him along the way.
When he moved to sit up, I pushed him back down. “It’s my turn.”
He only half listened, his strong arms twisted me so that his talented fingers could tease and torture me between my legs. It was an effort to focus once his fingers were inside me, his thumb moving in a circular motion against my clit.
Brent Evans may have had complete control over my body at the moment, but I wanted to see if he would lose his concentration once my lips were wrapped around his dick. I took him deep, grinning to myself when his fingers paused and his guttural groan filled the air. That’s right, I was charge now.
His hand came up to push my hair back and he held it as he watched his cock fill my mouth. Our eyes locked and I was captivated by the raw passion in his gaze. He was an animal pacing within his cage, restrained but barely. We both knew I was his prey and as soon as I unleashed him, he was going to consume me entirely. I was on borrowed time.
Too soon, he was done letting me toy with him, done with letting me lick and suck his hard length. My core pulsed, a tremor in advance of the quake it knew was coming. I fought against the pull, wanting not to unlock his cage but to drive him so mad he’d tear the bars apart himself.
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