Page 9 of Bunny Vibes

“Is that…?”

Shit. He’d seen it.

“Is that my name?” His tone was incredulous, and I cringed, knowing he probably thought I was insane and would likely be kicking me out of his hotel room any minute.

There was nothing to do but own up to it, so I nodded while trying to avoid his gaze. His name hadn’t been a part of the original design. But when I’d missed out on seeing him on my birthday, I was pretty melancholy. I had the appointment with the tattoo artist the next morning, and after hours of sitting there with nothing to do but feel sorry for myself, I’d had her add it at the last minute. It wasn’t obvious— it was woven into the feathers of the songbird. However, we’ve established that fate is a fucking she-devil, so of course, Spencer would zero in on that one damn detail.

“Olivia, look at me.” I reluctantly met his steady gaze, and some of the tightness in my chest eased when he smiled. There was tenderness in his blue pools, and it gave me hope that he wasn’t about to have me arrested for being an insane stalker groupie. “This”— he drifted the fingertips of his right hand over the spot where his name was inked on my skin— “it’s fucking amazing.” I definitely wasn’t expecting this reaction. “Seeing my name forever on your skin is. . .I don’t even have words for it.” He smiled wryly. “And I write songs for a living.”

I chuckled and laid back down on the bed, breathing a sigh of relief.

His fingers floated over the design one more time before drifting over to the apex of my thighs. Then he shifted my position, so I was once again flat on my back with my legs spread wide, baring my dripping pussy. “It’s also unbelievably fucking hot,” he grunted. My eyes whipped down to where he was resettling himself between my thighs. He looked hungry— like he was starving actually. And from the way his eyes were devouring me, I was pretty sure his mouth would be doing the same any second.

He grabbed onto my upper thighs and pushed them as wide as they would comfortably go. The fingers of his right hand clenched, digging the tips into the inked skin. They stayed there while he used the other to part my folds.

He dove back down, and before I knew it, he was driving me back up toward another climax. This time, he pushed a finger inside and hit a spot that had me screaming and ready to shatter. But he didn’t let me fall just yet. He dragged it out along my walls, making me shiver, then inserted two fingers. “Like a fucking vice,” he grunted as he worked me some more. “I could come from just the thought of how amazing it’s going to feel to have this tight pussy squeezing the fuck out of my cock.” He let my orgasm ebb back again, and I was about to shout at him when he plunged in three fingers and curled them up to that special spot.

“Oh, yes! Yes!” I wailed as he sucked my clit and twisted his wrist, stretching me almost to the point of pain. It mixed with the pleasure, and I spiraled high and exploded with violent shudders as my orgasm barreled through me. “Spencer! Yes! Yes!” He worked me through the climax, only relenting once he’d wrung another small one from my body.

He sat back and licked his fingers clean as I heaved and tried to calm my racing heart. My eyes perused his body, and I found myself desperate to see what was hidden under his T-shirt and jeans.

“Your turn,” I purred and started to sit up so I could reach for his belt. He caught my hands and guided me back until I was lying down again.

“I still need to get you ready, baby. If you touch me right now, I’ll lose control.” Even as my face suffused with a heated blush, I smiled widely and tried to rise, but he had my wrists locked in his hands above my head. “If you don’t behave, I’m going to mark your gorgeous ass with my handprint.” My eyes rounded, and I stared up at him in shock. Somewhere in my brain was the thought that I should probably protest, but it was drowned out by the horny chick begging me to let him.

“I should have known my dirty girl would be turned on by that,” Spencer said as he chuckled and shook his head. “Now, I’m going to let you go so I can get undressed and grab something special I have for you.” Gingerly, he released my wrists but speared me with a look that warned me of punishment if I didn’t obey. I suppressed the desire to break the rules and see what happened because I was curious about his surprise.

He climbed off the bed and dashed out of the bedroom only to return in seconds with a long, white box in his hands. I opened my mouth to ask, but he cut me off. “Not until I’m ready for you to see it.” His smirk was mischievous and so freaking adorable that I couldn’t help smiling, but I huffed in annoyance for good measure. Which only made him laugh as he set the box and a foil packet on the bedside table.

My grin died as he tugged his T-shirt up over his head, and I got my first glimpse of his broad, muscled shoulders, sculpted abs, and the mouthwatering V at his hips that pointed to his package like a blinking neon sign. There was a beautiful tattoo made up of music notes and scripted words covering one side of his chest and spreading around his side. I was going to ask him to turn so that I could see the rest of it, but my question got caught, along with my breath, when Spencer pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them.

He’d gone commando and— oh, shit. I leaned up on my elbows and stared at him with shock and apprehension. He was freaking huge! That monster was never going to first inside me. His hand wrapped around his hardness, and he pumped it a few times, causing my mouth to fill with saliva and my pussy to tingle.

“Don’t panic, baby,” Spencer said soothingly as he padded across the plush carpet to the bed. Obviously, my thoughts were written in my expression. “I promise it’ll fit. Just trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” I answered automatically. Spencer smiled, and his eyes glinted, telling me how happy he was that I’d given him my trust.

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