Page 132 of You Found Me
I decide to be bold, because the thought of talking dirty to him pushes me closer to orgasm. “You know you want to feel my tight, wet pussy, choking your cock as I come all over it.”
“Goddamn,” he grits out, putting his head over my shoulder against the cool tiles. His neck is exposed so I lean in, biting, as I fall over the edge.
With each spasm, Spencer pumps in and out of me, cursing under his breath. When his hips start to stutter, signaling his release, he kisses me as though he really can’t get enough of me.
And to be honest, I hope he never does.
***
After our shower, we both passed out rather fast.
So to get the cinnamon rolls baking on time, I got up early, leaving Spencer sound asleep in bed. I hear shuffling around from upstairs, then the squeak of the second step from the top, signaling someone is coming down. I’m throwing the last bit of homemade frosting on our pan of rolls when I hear, “You should’ve woken me up, I’d have helped you with this.”
I turn, reaching up on my tiptoes to give him a kiss. “You’d have helped yourself to the icing. None would’ve ended up on these rolls.”
“Are we delivering the gooey treats?”
“Nope. When I told Mia about making them again, she volunteered to do it. She’s going to Theo’s for brunch with her parents anyway. She’ll grab hers and drop off the Holts’ to Lettie.”
He smirks. “So we should definitelywake B then?”
Before I can respond, I hear Beckett ask, “Wake me for what?”
I’m in the middle of covering the batches with plastic wrap, which is why I haven’t looked up at Beckett yet, but when Spencer spits his coffee on the floor and starts laughing, I turn. I’m not sure what I expected to see, but it wasn’t Beckett wearing matching pajamas that are two sizes too small.
Well, the top is too small—making him look like he’s wearing a cropped quarter sleeved shirt. His pants are smaller than what I feel like he’d normally wear, but at least they’re not straining too hard against him.
“Shut up, Jay.”
“Dude, I see way too much of you.”
Trying to stifle my laughter, I say, “Beckett, you know you don’t have to wear those since they don’t fit, right?”
He sighs. “Your mom went through a lot of trouble to get these for us, and I think it’d be rude not to wear them.”
“I think she’d understand, given that I can clearly see both of your pierced nipples.”
His face reddens deeper while Spencer chokes on his coffee. “Nipple rings? When the hell did you get those?”
“It was one night when I had one too many drinks with some friends after the breakup with Aria. A bet might’ve been involved. We found a sketchy tattoo shop that also did piercings, walked in, and I was the only one who walked out with both done.”
“Nipple piercings aren’t for the weak. A lot of people chicken out after the first one.”
Beckett shrugs, admitting, “It really didn’t hurt. I’ve had times when I cut myself while cooking that hurt more than that. The piercer said chicks dig a guy with piercings, but I think maybe she was just saying that.”
“She definitely got her money’s worth with you drunk idiots,” Spencer says with a laugh. But not in a way that sounds like he’s being condescending, which is something I love about him.
“Spence, I hate to disagree with you, but the piercer was right. I know a lot of women that love men with piercings—no matter where they’re located.”
Beckett smirks at Spencer and it’s almost identical to the one I love—and loathe—so much. “It’s not like any women have seen them yet. With my luck, I’ll meet someone, and she’ll hate them but honestly, I kinda dig them myself.”
I look at Spencer and we’re both smiling when the doorbell rings, causing my grin to grow and Spencer’s to turn into a smirk. “Hey, B, can you get the door for me? I need to finish this up and Spence needs to clean the coffee he spit onto the floor before our moms get back from their walk around the neighborhood.”
He looks panicked, like maybe he wants to find a reason to say no. But because he is such a sweetie, he nods and heads to the front door. I grab Spencer’s arm, pulling him with me to watch what’s about to go down. “You’re evil, Shortstack.”
“I never got to play tricks on a sibling,” I say with a shrug.
We peek around the corner just in time to see Beckett swing the door open to find Mia there in green plaid Christmas pajamas. “Well, hello, Clark. Did your shirt stay in the dryer a few minutes too long?”
