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I did, however, drop my jeans and step out of them before climbing into the bed with him and straddling his groin. He was rock hard, just the way I liked him. My cock was growing at a quick pace with his short public hair rubbing against my balls. Spence had sparse tufts of hair on his chest and a nice happy trail that was sprinkled with sexy grey strands. He didn’t have washboard abs, but there was muscle there, and it turned me on like a switch.

I captured his mouth with mine, feeling his whiskers scrape against my short stubble. I pulled away, looking at his handsome face. “You planning to let this grow?”

Spence’s cheeks turned a little pink. “I saw your biker friend had a goatee, and I thought maybe you liked that sort of thing.”

Okay, Denny didn’t just have a goatee, he had a bushy half-ass goatee that was in desperate need of beard oil, but Spencer was such a good-looking guy, and the goatee only made him hotter.

“It could be quite sexy, but I don’t want you worrying about Denny, Spencer. He was in love with my best friend who died in an accident. Denny’s still trying to get over Clint, and I worry he might never.

“When they came to Blacksburg after Jay and Cole had that accident, Denny agreed to do a favor for me if I’d sit up with him all night and tell him stories about Clint growing up, and that was all we did. He misses my friend like he’s missing part of his heart. He makes moonshine—well, legal moonshine. He’s an interesting man, but I want you to be as far away from him as possible. Not everything The Volunteers do is exactly on the up-and-up, so I never want you two associated.”

He squeezed my ass cheeks. “Look at you, watching out for my reputation that’s been completely obliterated.”

I chuckled. “Hell, you probably shouldn’t be associated with a whore either. You’ve got a long enough fight ahead of you to get back your reputation. You don’t need me bringing you down.” I stared into his beautiful brown eyes.

I teared up at the thought of leaving him, but he came first. What was best for him came first.

Spencer reached for the nightstand where the lube was sitting since we’d made love earlier. “I’ve got a job lined up, Nash, and fuck my reputation. I’m not worried about it. DC has a short memory.” He whispered those words against my skin before he kissed my neck.

All talking ceased, and riding the high of feeling his hands on me took away any thoughts of what I needed to tell him. It was Christmas, after all. Bad news could wait.

CHAPTER 24

SPENCER

With Nash’s return, the plans for cooking were back on, and even though Vani had bought some premade sides, Nash made a few dishes to add to the feast. Cole even helped him, which was great.

Vani and I sat at the table watching the two of them cook while Jay cleaned up after them. It was amazing that we all seemed to hit it off easily as we did, and I looked forward to more festive times with my family, which now included Nash and possibly Cole, if he and Jay lasted. They seemed to love each other, but they were young. It remained to be seen.

Vani turned to me and smiled, “This is nice, huh?”

I placed my hand over hers, squeezing for a moment. “It is. You’ll come back to see us, right? When do I need to be out? Are you listing it, or do you want someone else to do it?” I was referring to the house.

We’d been moving in that direction, and in the divorce papers, we agreed to sell it and split the profit. She had contractors scheduled to begin painting and doing minor repairs after the first of the year, but I wasn’t sure of the timeline.

Vani giggled softly. “I’d say you should buy me out, but this house has a lot of memories, so maybe it’s for the best that we do sell it? Any idea where you want to live? I can get you some listings. The contractor doesn’t start until the tenth of January, so you could find a place and get out before construction starts.”

Jay turned from his place by the sink. “Who’s taking my stuff?”

“Well, let’s discuss it. I know this might not be the best timing, but I plan to get a place with a few bedrooms, so I can take your furniture until you have a place of your own.”

Vani moved her hand and walked over to Jay. “My place in the Upper East Side has two bedrooms, and I’ll buy furniture. You’ll have a place to sleep when you come see me.” She hugged around his middle as he held a skillet in his hands in the dishwater.

Jay dropped the pan and reached for the towel over his shoulder. “Mom, just get a pullout couch, okay? Make the room into a den, and I can sleep there when I visit. It’s gonna be alright. We’re still a family, you know.” Jay’s reminder was a relief.

Nash stood at the stove, a worried look on his handsome face. “Okay, no talk of moving and shit. We need to open gifts, and are you people ever going to get some food on the table?” I tried to lighten the mood before we all ended up in tears.

Nash laughed, which made my heart sing. “Alright, cranky. I think it’s ready. We just need some serving dishes.” He looked at me, so I got up and started opening cabinets to find whatever was handy to put the food in so we could eat.

“Spencer, go to the butler’s pantry— Ugh! Come with me.” I followed Vani into that strange room between the kitchen and the dining room where I never went.

I watched her open cabinets and drawers, handing me various dishes, cloth napkins, and placemats. She turned to me with a smile. “Should we eat in the kitchen? I don’t want to be formal, do you?”

I stared at her, certain there was a look of disbelief on my face. “I think the time for formal has flown right out the window.” I laughed hard at my joke and pointed to all the stuff in the cabinet. “You’re taking all of this, right?”

“I’m not talking about that today.” Vani loaded another platter onto the stack of shit I was already carrying.

I followed her to the kitchen where we placed everything on the island like an assembly line, or a buffet, as Vanessa schooled us. Nash and Cole placed the food in the serving dishes, Vani set the table, and Jay took the pots and pans to the sink to soak. Like always, I watched.

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