[manhatten men 2] A Marrying Man (10 page)

~BLAINE~

I woke up slowly, heat wrapped around me like a blanket. It took me a second to realize where I was. I was in Spencer Cassidy’s bed, and he had made love to me last night. Every fantasy I’d ever had about the man had been blown away by Spencer’s touch. For a man who’d never had sex with another man, by God the man was good at it. I hadn’t come that hard in years, much less without my right hand lending aid. My eyes wandered over the expansive chest before me. A smattering of dark hair peppered his chest between his pectoral muscles. Other than the trail leading to Spencer’s dick, the man was relatively hairless. Another check mark in the pro list. Right now I was so satisfied I couldn’t find a con.

Spencer’s arms tightened around me and a low grumble escaped him. Warm lips touched my forehead and I tried like hell not to giggle like a girl. I had a ticklish forehead, among other places I wasn’t going to reveal.

“Good morning,” Spencer breathed against my skin.

“Morning.” I lifted my head a smidge and Spencer’s lips caressed mine.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
I wiggled my ass a bit and winced. I was sore, but holy hell I loved it.
“A little sore, but in a good way,” I grinned.
“Yeah? You want to take a shower?”
“With you?”
“No, with the neighbor,” Spencer chuckled.
“Is he/she hot?” I laughed.
Spencer pulled me in closer and looked into my eyes. I swore those eyes could leave scorch marks on my body, the gaze was so hot.
“I don’t share,” Spencer said huskily.
My dick decided at that point to make himself much bigger. Blood raced from my head to my other one.
“So, shower?” I almost squeaked.

* * * *

The warm water raced down my back and massaged my sore ass. Spencer worked my glutes like a professional masseuse. I almost fell asleep against the shower wall it was so relaxing. The whole time we’d been soaping up, Spencer’s hands had been all over me. As well as his lips. Strong hands slid from my thighs up my abdomen and I leaned back against Spencer.

“You are one beautiful man, Blaine,” he breathed in my ear.
I’d never been called beautiful before, pretty maybe, but never beautiful. I could feel my cheeks heating at the compliment.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“Your skin is so smooth, so soft.”
Spencer’s hands slid higher up my body and a thumb caressed my nipple. I leaned my head back and Spencer kissed my neck, his tongue licking at the pulse in my throat.
“One of these nights, I’d love for you to make love to me,” Spencer growled against my Adam’s apple.
Fuck, my dick leaked from that statement alone. I’d topped a few times in my life, but honestly? I was more of a bottom. A bossy one at that.
“I can do that,” I said. “But in all honesty, I’m more comfortable on the bottom.”
Spencer’s low grumble reverberated around the shower.
“I have no problems doing the driving, Blaine.”
Spencer turned me around and caught my lips. I opened immediately and kissed him back. Damn he was forceful. He took control and I loved it. I relaxed in his embrace as the kiss became more sensual. Spencer’s tongue lapped at my bottom lip, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Arms wrapped me tight and pulled me closer. I’d never showered with anyone before, now I wanted to do it every day if it meant Spencer would be touching me like this. We broke from the kiss, both of us panting.
Spencer tilted his head.
“Do you hear that?” he asked.
I closed my eyes and concentrated. “Sounds like your cell phone.”
“It’s probably my mom.” Spencer cupped my face with his hands. “Want to go over there for breakfast?”
“You want me to go with you?” I asked in surprise.
“I do. Just...stay away from Slater, okay?”
I chuckled. “He may look like you, but he’s not
you
.”
“Good answer,” Spencer winked.

* * * *

Raquel almost yanked me into the house. I was enveloped in a hug that almost broke my ribs, and then kissed on my cheek. Quinlan slapped me on my back and welcomed me in. Spencer held my hand as we walked into the living room.

“Blaine!”

I was almost bowled over by Valerie. Her little arms squeezed me around my legs and I smiled down at her.
“Hey, you. Did you eat a lot of sugar?” I asked with a grin.
“Nope, not yet! Grandma says it’s bad for me, but Uncle Slater snuck me a donut.”
“Oh did he now?” Spencer raised his brows at his daughter.
“It’s all lies.” Slater walked into the living room with a smile.
Valerie huffed. “I don’t lie!”
Raquel fluffed Valerie’s hair. “Why don’t you take a shower, sweetie? I’ll make a good, wholesome breakfast.”
Valerie’s nose twitched. “No whole wheat waffles, please.”
Spencer chuckled, then straightened when his mother shot him a look.
“I can help,” I offered.
“That’s so nice of you, Blaine. Go on ahead to the kitchen, I’ll be right there once I get Valerie situated in the shower,” Raquel said.
“Spencer, a word?” Quinlan motioned to his son.

* * * *

I stepped into the kitchen and looked around. Eggs along with spices were sitting on the counter. The smell of cologne wafted up my nostrils and a body pressed into me from behind. I knew which cologne Spencer wore, and this wasn’t it. Which left one other Cassidy.

“So,” Slater leaned into my ear. “I see you’re here bright and early with Spencer. Did we have a sleep over?”

I turned around and Slater blocked me in. He leaned even closer to me and I put a hand out to stop him.
“It’s great that you’re comfortable with people, but I’m with Spencer now.”
“Oh are you?” Slater licked his lips and eye-sexed me.
“Yes. I like you, Slater, I really do, but we have to put some boundaries up. I’m with Spencer and he’s the only one I want.”
I was shocked, to say the least, when Slater backed away from me clapping.
“Good job, Blaine. You pass.”
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“I was just testing you,” Slater laughed.
I slapped his bicep. “Ass.”

* * * *

We all sat around the kitchen table talking. Valerie was in the master bedroom watching cartoons. Spencer’s talk with his father had to do with Vanessa calling every few hours bitching that Valerie needed to go back to her grandparents’ house. That hadn’t gone over very well with Spencer’s mother.

“Spencer, you have got to take her back to court. It’s not right that you’re paying that much money. Vanessa doesn’t need alimony and fifteen-hundred dollars a month for one child!”

Spencer groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I know this, Mom. Don’t worry; I am going back to court. I want Valerie in my life, I’ve spent too much of it away from her as it is.”

“You know,” Slater sat back crossing his arms. “Me and some of the guys —”
“Don’t even finish that thought, Slater.” Spencer narrowed his eyes at his brother.
Slater shrugged.

* * * *

I helped clear the table with Spencer and we stood together in the kitchen. I didn’t know his ex-wife. I’d looked her up again when I started hanging out with Spencer. She looked exactly the same. Like an ice queen. I cleared my throat and turned to face Spencer.

“Do you...need help going back to court?” I asked.

“What kind of help?” Spencer leaned against the counter.
“Financial help?”
Spencer eyed me warily. “No, I don’t. I’ve been smart with my money and I have plenty of it.”
Spencer searched my face. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.
“What?” I asked.
“I don’t need your money, Blaine. I only want one thing from you.”
“Just one?” I tried to smile.
“Yes. I don’t know what you’re used to, but I can take care of myself in every way. The only thing I want from you is honesty.”
“You’ve got it,” I said quickly.
“Good.” Spencer pulled me into his arms. “Thank you, for offering though.”
“I think you and Valerie should be together more often. It’s so obvious how much she misses and loves you.”
“She seems to be quite attached to you as well. Are you okay with that?”
I thought about that question thoroughly. Five years ago I would have looked horrified at the prospect of dating a man with a child. Now? Not so much. I liked Valerie, and I absolutely loved seeing Spencer with his daughter.
“Yes, I’m just fine with it.”

* * * *

Casper was handling things at work, so I had time to spend with my mom. Spending time with Spencer’s family made me miss my own. I wanted to surprise her with a visit so I didn’t bother to call. Spencer was taking Valerie to the zoo and I wanted him to have some oneon-one time with his daughter. I could see the construction guys working on the pool out back. An older model Mustang was parked next to my mother’s BMW.

I pulled in next to my mom’s car and got out, looking around the property. The sounds of machinery met my ears and a man waved at me from where the pool was being built. I waved back. He squealed and ran back to the other construction workers.

Must be the gay chiffon-hating pool man.
I stepped into the house and looked around. It was quiet. I didn’t hear anyone inside but I knew my mother was home. I checked the sun room and the library, but she was nowhere to be found. I slipped into my own room and looked around. Most of my stuff had been packed into boxes and put in the closet, but my room was still my room. Loud screams reverberated around the house and I grabbed my baseball bat out of the closet. I ran up the stairs as the screaming got louder. I realized it was coming from my mother’s room. I kicked the door open and stood in the entryway of my parent’s room. Right there, on the bed, was my mother. Getting fucked.

“Blaine!” she shouted in surprise.
“Blaine?”
“Dad?” I covered my eyes immediately.
Oh my God. I was going to be blinded, or need

serious therapy and meds.

 

“Um, son? Can you close the door? We’ll be down in a little bit,” my father said.

“You’re going to keep at it?” I said in shock. “Your father took Viagra, honey. It might be awhile.” “Oh my God! I don’t want to
know!
” I slammed the

door shut and ran to the nearest bathroom. I washed my face and headed out back to the deck. It was quiet and the sounds of the occasional seagull calmed my nerves.

My parents. Banging. Ick.

I have no idea how long I had been sitting there when the sliding glass door opened and my father sat down in the chair across from me. He handed me a shot glass and a beer.

“This should help,” he said.

I took the shot and coughed, then sipped the beer, avoiding eye contact with my father.
“It’s natural, you know.”
I put my hand up. “Please…just—don’t. I’m still

trying to cleanse my eyes.”
“It’s how you came into the world.”
“Dad!” I huffed in frustration. “I’m sure you and

Mom ride the hobby horse a lot, I just don’t want to know about it. I thought you were in rehab? And whose car is out front?”

“I
was
in rehab. I stayed a little longer just to talk with the shrink. I came home and came clean with your mother. She’s known all along about my indiscretions.”

I snorted. “Um, yeah. They made the paper.”

“She forgave me. Even after everything I’ve done, she forgave me.”
I glanced up at my dad. “She’s always loved you, Dad.”
My father smiled and wiped at his eyes, turning his gaze away from me.
“She’s the love of my life. You were right, my age was messing with my head and I was starting to feel like less than a man. I had something to prove.”
“The car?” I asked.
My father nodded.
“I got rid of the ‘I’m available car’, your mother went with me to get the Mustang.” My father eyed me. “You seem happy. Your mother said you came for dinner with Spencer and his daughter.”
“I did.” I nodded. “We’re dating now.”
My father sat back with a grin.
“Seems us McKlintock men can do anything.”
My father leaned across the table and took my hand.
“I’m so damn proud of you, Blaine.”
I felt my throat closing up and my cheeks heating. I took a deep breath and smiled at my father.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Who wants another shot of tequila?” my mother sing-songed from inside the house.
“I do!” I shouted.
My father chuckled.
“Will you be all right, son? Should I make an appointment for you with the shrink?”
I glared at my father.
My mother came out with a bottle of tequila and a two liter bottle of soda, along with three glasses. I groaned inwardly and hoped my mother wouldn’t be guzzling the whole bottle of alcohol.
“I do hope you won’t have nightmares, Blaine.” My mother chuckled as she poured herself a glass of soda. I opened my mouth, blinked and then shut it. My mother raised her eyes to mine and smiled.
“I have no plans to drink any of the tequila, darling. Your father cured my craving.”
I covered my face with my hands and made a gagging noise.
“Oh grow up,” my father laughed.
I lifted my head and regarded them both. “Oh, so the thought of your parents having sex isn’t weird?”
My mother’s nose twitched.
I smiled.
Mission accomplished.
“So, how are Spencer and his lovely daughter?” my mother asked me.
I eyed her suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t like the fact that I like men.”
“Darling, all I care about is that you’re happy. That’s all your father and I have ever wanted for you. Was it strange at first? Very much so, but I have seen you with Spencer and his daughter and it’s so very obvious that man cares for you.”
“Really?” I asked.
My mother took my hand. “Yes, really.”

* * * *

I spent the day with my parents. My father told me the whole story about his rehab stay and the whole time he talked he held my mother’s hand. They looked happy again and I felt an ache in my chest that I wasn’t with Spencer and Valerie. I wanted that in my life.

I wanted a family.

 

I just hoped Spencer wanted that, too.

 

* * * *

After my night with Spencer, things just fell into place. Over the next two weeks, we finalized Terry and Kent’s wedding. Raquel called in her favors to get the Lighthouse on such short notice, and the caterers, florist and cake had all been taken care of. The invitations had gone out and Spencer and I finally had a day to just sit and relax. I never wanted to be in charge of another wedding ever again. It was nerve wracking. Plus, I still had to come up with a slogan for my car ad.

Spencer and I had also gone furniture shopping. Well, furniture
looking,
for my apartment. I just couldn’t settle on any one thing. Nothing really screamed at me and I had a feeling I’d be living in a bare apartment for a while. I wasn’t spending much time there anyway; I was always at Spencer’s. For some reason, his place felt more like home than my own.