Starving. My mind drifts to the cinnamon roll casserole. Then I’m thinking about how we didn’t get to make the peanut butter crunchy balls.
Balls.
Focus Amy.
He pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. I moan, feeling the thick ridge of his cock grind into me.
His hands skim up and down the sides of my ribcage. He’s going to kill me. Just the drag of his fingertips against my bare skin drives me wild. His mouth feathers kisses up my throat and he nips my earlobe.
It’s like I’ve never been touched before, and honestly, I don’t think I have. Not like this. Not with this level of anticipation.
His hands move down, squeezing my ass in both of his greedy hands. He kisses me hard, slipping his tongue deep inside my mouth.
One hand moves to pull down the cup of my bikini top enough to expose my naked breast. The air is a bite to my skin.
“Spencer, please,” I rush out, gasping for breath. “We can’t do this out…”
He wraps his lips around my nipple sucking and teasing with his tongue. Tingles travel up and down my spine.
He’s making it impossible for me to think straight. The hardened skin of my nipple begs for his mouth. I wrap my hands around his neck drawing him closer.
Spencer releases my nipple. His eyes smolder with heat making my pulse pound harder. It beats like a drum in my ears.
Spencer’s lips fuse to mine. As his tongue moves deeper into my mouth, stroking against mine, I grind my hips against him.
“So you don’t want to do this out here? I think your body screams differently.” His hand slides down the front of my bikini bottoms. My breath catches in my throat, but I don’t want him to stop. His finger traces my clit in slow, achingly slow, circles, drawing a pulse of pure pleasure shooting straight to my core.
I hear myself moan.
This is insane. Someone could be watching us. The two of us kissing in public earlier already got us into trouble once. I can see it now, Spencer Ward naked in a hot tub with mystery brunette. They’d have to put stars over my nipples.
Naked on the cover of a supermarket tabloid. That would surely land me on the naughty list.
“I want to make you scream, baby,” he growls the last word in my ear.
Baby? Shit.
“No baby.”
“What?”
“Condoms,” I say a little too loudly.
Spencer laughs and adjusts my bikini back into place. “I have some. A whole box in fact.”
“Phew. I’m not on the pill.”
His brows knit together. “Any reason?”
“I never had a reason, I guess.” I lift a shoulder. “I mean…I don’t have a lot of sex.” Heat flames my cheeks. “I have some sex. I mean…oh God.”
His big hands frame my face. “I have some sex plans for us. Let’s go.” He waggles his dark brows sending me into a fit of laughter.
He lifts me off of his lap and we climb out of the hot tub. We stand under the big outdoor heater toweling off.
“Go on inside. Get warm by the fire. I’ll be in after I put the cover on.”
I walk inside the apartment and close the sliding glass door. A heartbeat later, Spencer’s standing behind me wrapping his arms around my waist kissing just below my ear.
Spencer spins me around. “Let’s go put that box of condoms to good use.” He kisses me hard, then hauls me into his arms.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Spencer
Christmas came and so did Amy.
Seven times…seven.
That’s a fucking record on my part for one night. Not that I keep a log on my sex stats.
Okay, okay.
Reset.
To be fair I’ve never been this amped up over a woman.
But this is Amy Robertsen.
My dream girl.
It’s always been Amy. I want her to be mine.
Now.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
I’m not saying I’m running out to Tiffany’s and buying a diamond ring today, but on the other hand…
Months, years of fantasizing about Amy did nothing to prepare me for the feel of her body against mine. And my fantasies have been pretty fucking stellar.
Turning without rustling the sheets much, I find Amy sleeping soundly beside me. She stirs for a moment and I freeze. The white sheet slips low exposing her gorgeous breasts.
Fuck.
As I stare around the room, taking notice of her bathing suit discarded on the floor. The memory of her all over me sends fire zapping through my veins.
Her hands pushing into my hair and those long legs wrapped around my waist as I pounded into her. It’s all so damn good.
My eyes study her flawless body. Those beautiful lips…my name on her lips as she came.
Amy stretches her arms over her head. Her gaze meets mine, and a lazy grin spreads across her face.
“Morning gorgeous,” I say, situating myself back under the blankets.
She levers up on an elbow. “Yeah, it is.”
My fingers trace the curve of her hip, drifting up her ribcage and cupping her breast. My thumb skims her nipple.
An adorable sigh drops from her lips. On cue, my dick snaps to attention. I whip the covers off of me and position myself between her legs. My tongue circles her clit, and her hips stir.
I nip her skin, alternating kisses between her thighs. Teasing her, my breath fans over her impossibly soft skin. Her arousal fills my senses, my cock hardens to the point of pain.
“This is quite the Christmas wake up, it feels a little naughty.”
She arches against my mouth, and my tongue circles her clit once more. I’m rewarded with a moan. It’s beautiful and perfect. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I suck harder. Looking up, I find her watching me, her teeth sink into her bottom lip.
Dragging my tongue through her slick heat, she cries out and I slip two fingers inside. Amy moans and shifts her hips. Her nails dig into my scalp.
“Are you on the naughty list, Amy?”
“No. I’m always on the nice list.”
“Always?” Twisting my wrist, I thrust deeper.
“If it helps—” she groans. “I’m willing to switch teams.”
It does help.
Tightening her grip on my hair, she rubs her beautiful pussy against my face. My shoulders spread her legs farther apart, and I tongue her hard licking inside her. Pleas and whimpers slip from her mouth in airy moans.
“Spencer, fuck, your mouth…oh fuck…”
I pull her clit between my teeth, pumping my fingers deep inside her, hitting all the right spots.
Removing my fingers, I pin her hips against the mattress. I lick and suck until she comes against my tongue.
“Fantastic, baby.” I sit back, ripping open a foil packet that’s in reach and roll the condom down my cock.
“That’s…what… the tenth condom?”
I cup her ass, angling her body and slamming into her with one thrust. Amy gasps and churns her hips as I push deeper.
“Are you keeping track?”
She smiles and then buries her face in my neck. “I just don’t want to run out.”
“There’s a drugstore on the corner. I’ll buy out the whole damn store.”
Spreading her wide, we rock together finding our perfect rhythm. Sighs and hums vibrate around the room. Moaning my name, her head drops back onto the pillow.
I slide my thumb over her clit, and her blue eyes snap up to meet mine with a blistering heat. “Oh, Spencer...what…I’m coming,” she groans clawing the sheets.
My hips crash against hers as I drive into her, feeling her walls tighten around my cock.
“Fall with me, Amy. I want to watch you fall apart.” I push up and stare into her eyes.
Her body tenses and twists. Screaming my name, she comes. I grip the headboard for support as my orgasm charges through my body.
Once the stars leave my vision, I rub my sweat-slick foreh
ead against her body. For some reason, I had the primal need to mark her with my scent.
Wrapping myself around her, I hold her against me, kissing every inch of skin that I can reach.
I let her get away once.
It’s not happening again.
The distant sound of shuffling pulls me from a deep sleep. I press the heels of my palms into my eyes and blink a few times to get my bearings.
“Where are my panties?”
I’m in my bed and the mumbles and whispers have me propped up on my elbows taking in the view. My cock stirs at the sight of Amy’s perfect bare ass.
“Well, a guy can get used to this.”
“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” She bends down and then pulls on her candy cane pajama bottoms.
“No way. Take those off and get back into bed.”
“We’ve already talked about this, Spencer,” she hisses my name, and my cock is at half-mast. “I’ve got a flight to catch. And you’ve got a game on Sunday.”
“Please, don’t go.”
Even in the darkness, I can see her blink at me. As if I’m crazy for asking her to stay.
“I thought we’d have breakfast at least before—” I rake a hand through my hair. “I don’t want you to go.”
“You’ll see me again.” She takes two steps and climbs back into the bed with me.
My arms band around her waist. I pull Amy to the middle of the bed with me. Her fingers skate up my chest and she rests her head on my heart.
I hold her close because I’m not letting her go.
“You’re going to crush me if you don’t ease up with those arms of yours.”
“I’ll never crush you.”
“You can’t keep me here forever. As much as I like the idea of never leaving your bed. Christmas was nice.”
“Nice? Just nice? We can do better than nice.”
I push up to my knees and flip her onto her back. She spreads her legs inviting me to settle between them just like I’ve done for the past two days.
Two days isn’t enough. I want more. And not just sex. I want her.
She jabs a finger at my chest. “You know what I mean. Christmas the actual holiday was nice.” She gestures between us. “This was amazing.”
I cock a brow and my heart takes an extra beat. “Was amazing?”
A soft, joyful smile crosses her face. “Is. Definitely present tense amazing.”
“Then say you’ll stay. And we can continue the amazing-ness.” My hands skim up the backs her calves.
“How about I go home pack a bigger suitcase and come—”
I cut her off with a kiss because I’m ten steps ahead of her. I’ll do the asking.
“I want you to spend New Year’s Eve with me. Hell, spend January with me.”
Her blue eyes pop wide. “You can’t be serious. You’ve got a season to finish. Not to mention playoffs. You’re going to be too damn busy to have me hanging around.”
If only she knew. If only the idea wasn’t so crazy. I’d have her moving in today.
“Amy.” I hook my thumbs inside her pajamas and tug them over her hips. “I want you in my bed and my life.”
Her lips twitch. “Spencer we are two hugely different people. I live in Michigan and you live here.”
I grin. “Actually I’m about to move.”
“What? Where?”
I toss her pj’s to the floor. “Lake Mohawk.”
“When is this happening?”
“It’s already happened. I bought a place there a few years back. I try to get out there as much as I can. It’s nice. I think you’d like it. I’m going there New Year’s Eve. You should join me, and you won’t need any clothes.”
Her hands frame my face. “Spencer.”
“Yeah?”
“Stop talking.”
I stop talking.
Instead, I kiss her and show her just how much she means to me.
Never in a million years did I think I’d be as hooked on a woman as I am with her. But there’s no doubt in my mind that she’s the one for me.
EPILOGUE
Amy
One year later…
Christmas Eve and Spencer’s stuck in traffic.
Admiring my wrapping skills, I finish tying the bow on the gift for Ann and Sheila.
Spencer: Almost there.
Me: Stop texting and driving.
Spencer: I’m at a stoplight. And I’m not driving, Donnie is.
Me: Tell him to hurry up. We’re going to be super late.
Spencer. Patience babe.
Patience. Pfft. Easy for him to say. I haven’t seen him in a week. But now that Christmas is finally here our schedules have slowed down. I’m officially on vacation and he is too.
After the Renegades were eliminated from the playoffs last January, Spencer took some time to talk to his doctor and coaches about his injury.
And as hard as it was for him, Spencer announced his retirement a month later.
Retirement didn’t last long. Global Sports Network offered him a job as an analyst.
As for me, I turned down a promotion and accepted a new job at Spencer’s foundation. It’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.
Well, the best decision I made was to move here back in June. We made the long-distance thing work for as long as we could possibly stand it.
There are upsides to moving to Hollybend. Being closer to Alex, Ella, and the kids is a major plus. And tomorrow we’re going to their place in East Harbour for Christmas. My parents will be there too. Mom’s already busy taking over Ella’s kitchen making four pies and her famous mashed potatoes.
The door clicks and Spencer appears two seconds later. He wheels his suitcase near the Christmas tree, and within a heartbeat I’m in his arms.
Yes. I had this place decorated the day after Thanksgiving.
“That took forever.”
He smiles against my lips. “Kiss me.”
“You kiss me.”
Spencer cradles my face in his hands, and his lips land on mine. “I’ve missed you.”
“Not half as much as I’ve missed you.”
His eyes rake up and down my body. “Come with me. I have a surprise for you.”
“We don’t have time for that—besides, I don’t think your cock counts as a surprise anymore.”
He smirks. “You’ll be taking my cock later. This is an early Christmas present.” Spencer pulls me towards my stocking hanging on the mantle.
“Uhm, how do these stockings have gifts?”
“Yeah. You must have forgotten that I have Elves.”
Right. The Elves.
“Okay, so which one of your former teammates or neighbors broke into our place while I was out and planted a gift in my stocking.”
“Is that a kinky fantasy of yours, babe?”
“Hard pass.”
Spencer reaches into the stocking and pulls out a red velvet box.
Oh. My. Gawd.
I don’t want to be presumptuous…but it looks like a ring box.
Spencer drops to one knee. “Amy, I love you. I want to marry you.” He looks up at me and my heart melts. “I want to be your husband.”
He pops the box open and inside sits a gorgeous cluster of diamonds set in platinum. It looks like a snowflake. A mixture of marquise, pear shaped, and round brilliant diamonds stare at me. “Is this a snowflake diamond?”
He nods. “Yep. I designed it myself. It’s rare and unique just like you. Just like my love for you.”
Tears well in my eyes. I can’t stop staring at him. This is happening and I can’t seem to find my voice.
“Amy Robertsen, will you marry me?”
My knees wobble as I take a step forward. “Yes. Yes! A hundred times yes, I’ll marry you, Spencer.”
He kisses me, his tongue slides against mine and I soak up the sensation of his hard body pressed to mine. My heart skips in my ribs as our mouths collide.
“Just a hundred?” he asks, standing slipp
ing the cluster of diamonds on my finger. “Why not a thousand? A million even?”
My arms snake around his neck. “Spencer Ward, I’m going to marry you. Now shut up and kiss me again.”
“I love you, Amy,” he whispers.
“I love you too.”
END OF BOOK NOTE
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EXCERPT OF BOUND TO ME
Year—Classified
Location—Also Classified
Final Mission for Elite Eight—Covert American Intelligence and Counter-Terrorism Unit.
Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Alex Robertsen.
Blood was everywhere and I felt it seeping into my mouth as I lay face down on the cold concrete floor. Two feet from me, a man lay with his throat slashed and two holes to the chest. No doubt that was Rebecca’s handy work. Fucker probably mouthed off about her female assets.
“Horton, get back, get back!”
My ears registered the sound of Sully’s voice echoing through the gunfire.
“Coming up on your six, Sully! Watch out!”
Shots continued to strike out from automatic assault rifles, by my count two people were shooting while the others reloaded their guns. Good, thank fucking God. Seems as if we’re all alive.
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