Page 109 of You Found Me
“What?”
Shrugging, he simply states, “Their DNA is incredibly peculiar. And so much of the ocean has yet to be explored. Who’s to say they aren’t ocean aliens?”
“Ocean aliens? Really?” I ask, struggling to keep my laugh in.
“Yes! Have you ever really looked at those things? They’re strange and can camouflage themselves. I don’t know about you, but that feels very extraterrestrial to me,” he says. “Now, it’s your turn.”
“So, let me start off by saying I barely believe this but it’s enough that I’ve never spoken it out loud.”
“Ooh,color me intrigued.”
“Penguins actually were the first to walk on the moon.”
Spencer turns his head towards me, comically slow. “Penguins? On the moon? You think penguins were sent up in a spaceship . . .”
It’s my turn to shrug. “If you can think octopus are aliens, why can’t I think penguins went to the moon?”
“Are you sure you didn’t just see that in one of those animated movies about zoo animals?”
I playfully punch his arm. “No. If anything, the creators of those penguins could’ve easily based their shenanigans on some secret penguin society.”
He’s trying hard to stifle his laughter but not doing it very well. His face is red and that stupid, hot dimple is poking out in between puffs of giggles.
“I probably shouldn’t say that I also think koalas and kangaroos are animatronics designed to attract people to visit Australia, huh?”
That’s what makes him lose it. He laughs loud and hard enough that he begins to cry, which in turn makes me break out in laughter. These aren’t things I’ve ever told anyone else before because I know how crazy and weird they make me sound.
But somehow Spencer makes me feel comfortable enough to let the quirky parts of me come out.
We both finally catch our breath, sitting in silence under the stars for a bit before and he suddenly remembers what I mentioned earlier. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”
“You know how this morning I mentioned that was a first for me and you said you’d take whatever firsts I’d let you have?” he nods, waiting for me to continue. “There’s one in particular that I’d like to start working towards tonight. If you’re up for it. And if it’s not something you want, we can act like this conversation never happened. I don’t necessarilyneedit—I’ve only dabbled a little with myself. And not to always bring up my ex, but he said it was ‘disgusting’ and he’d never do it. But maybe you think it’s ‘disgusting’ too—which if you do, ignore that I brought any of this up. In fact, maybe I can find one of those flash pens to erase your memory. But wait, I guess that would erase all yourmemories and that would be bad. Don’t think your family would like that very much.”
“Emmy. Breathe,” he commands with a soft chuckle. “I need you to ask me for exactly what you want, Buttercup.”
Taking a slow, deep breath, I sit up and mumble, “I want you to take my other virginity.”
“What was that?”
“I want to do anal.”
I hear him groan and I immediately feel embarrassed.
Rather than running, I mentally brace myself before turning around. “I’m sorry. Let’s go back to our previous conversation.”
“No,” he simply says.
“No, what?”
“No. I’m not telling you more of my weird secrets, because we’re actually going to discuss what you just asked. But first, let’s go inside to talk about it. I’d prefer to look at you.” When I give a small nod, he slowly gets out of the hammock and then helps me out before grabbing the small portable speaker and shutting it off.
Spence lights one of the fireplaces and we get settled on the big couch, facing one another and I prepare for him to shoot me down. He reaches out, grabbing my hands in his.
“I’m going to say something, and I hope you don’t take it any other way than the one I intend. But after your gorgeous face, your ass is my favorite attribute of yours.” He watches for my reaction and when he smirks, I know he sees the pleased look in my eyes and the flush of my cheeks. “If I could bite it without you thinking I’m a freak, I would. So the idea of taking you, watching my cock slide in and out of your ass, drives me fucking wild, Emmy.”
My heart starts beating faster in tandem with the pulsing between my legs.
He wants this. He wants to do these new and exciting things with me. And he’s right, I do know how much he likes my ass. Or I guessloves, considering he dropped that bomb earlier.
