Page 131 of You Found Me
“How?” he laughs out.
“Because . . . I’ve never done anything in my room.”
Now it’s his turn to have wide eyes. “Really?”
“I was a virgin until my freshman year of college. And that was a quickie in the communal showers, so it wasn’t great.”
“How about,” he starts, then turns my body to face him, “instead of christening your bedroom, we christen your shower? Erase the awful memory from that pretty head and replace it with one that’s much better?”
I don’t need a mirror to know my cheeks are bright red—I can feel the flush spreading down my face to my neck and chest. Rather than letting him get the best of me, I paint on a smirk. “Hmm. I’m not sureyoucould compare to that experience.”
Spencer chuckles. “I’m the only man who’s ever made you come.”
Well, he’s got me there and he knows it. I don’t answer as I cover the dough, place them in the fridge, or even after I’ve washed my hands. When I turn around, he’s still there, smirking enough that his stupid, hot dimple is peeking out. “If you’re so sure you can erase that moment for me, prove it.”
I watch as he registers my words, the moment of realization, as his eyes darken. “Get that sweet ass upstairs in the shower.Now.”
I must wait a beat too long for Spencer’s liking because he gives me a swift smack on the butt. His eyes sparkle at my yelp and I just know, this is going to be so good. I make my way up the stairs quickly, yet quietly, with Spencer hot on my heels. Once we’re in my room, I hear the snick of the lock as I walk into the adjoining bathroom.
Turning the shower on, I strip. Normally I’d tease him by slowly undressing, but I’m too turned on at the thought offinallygetting a good shower sex memory. I toss my hair up into a messy bun and step under the spray. After a minute of washing myself with no Spencer, I turn to see him staring at me through the lightly fogged shower door. And what I see pulls a hybrid gasp and moan from my lips.
Spence is completely naked, watching me lather myself up, and is roughly stroking his cock. I feel my nipples pebble while the fire in my belly ignites, causing the slickness between my legs to increase. Taking a breath to make it seem as though I’m not frothing at the mouth to get him inside of this shower and me, I ask, “I thought you were going to replace my memory, not prove it to be exactly the same?”
“I’m sorry, Buttercup. I was going to get in, but then you bent over, and I couldn’t control myself.”
“Well, comenotcontrol yourself in here with me. Otherwise, I’ll start and finishwithoutyou, Daredevil.”
Spencer steps in the shower, lifts and pins me between his body and the wall before I can even blink. The showerhead doesn’t reach this part of the shower, leaving it chilly and causing me to gasp. Spencer smirks, placing a hand over my mouth. “You’re going to have to be quiet if you want to do this without getting caught. Think you can do that for me?”
Since he doesn’t move his hand, I nod.
“Good girl.”
I moan, making him lightly laugh. “Guess I’ll be keeping my hand here, which means you need to hold on real tight so you don’t slip.” Spencer uses the hand under my ass to hoist me up higher, making my boobs eye level for him. He sucks one into his mouth, flicking my piercing. Shamelessly, I start grinding against Spencer, trying to get some pressure on my aching clit.
Loudly popping off, he looks at me, his eyes almost devoid of all color. “Even with the water falling over us, I can feel how wet you already are. Are you just that greedy for my cock, Emmy?”
I whimper as I nod, not feeling the least bit embarrassed.
“Put it in for me,” my brows furrow in confusion, making him release a dark chuckle. “My hands are a little busy right now. Which means you need to wrap one of those hands around my cock and guide it into your sweet cunt.”
Having never heard him say cunt before now, I’ll admit, does something for me. It sounds dirtier than anything else I’ve ever had that part of me called. I do as he says—rather eagerly—and when I feel him notched just inside, I let go, moving my fingers to rub my clit as he slams into me.
“Fuck,” we say together, although mine is mumbled by his hand.
“You were made for me, Buttercup. Every single inch of you. I’m going to fuck the memory of other men out of your gorgeous mind any chance I get. And do you know why that is?”
Between every sentence, he’s thrusting,hard, so it takes me a minute to realize he asked a question. When I shake my head, Spencer halts his thrusts long enough to say, “Because I love you, Emmy and I plan to love you for a very long time.”
When he removes his hand, I speak, just loud enough for him to hear, “I love you, too, Spence. I’m forever your problem now.”
I feel myself getting close and start adding more pressure to my clit while clawing into his shoulder with the other. “Just like that.Please, don’t stop,” I whine.
Spencer groans. “If I don’t slow down, this’ll be over too quick.”
I smirk. “It’s supposed to be a quickie. I want you to come with me—while you’re deep inside me.”
“Fuck.”
