Strike (19 page)

“Hurry,” I whisper.

He moves both hands to my hips, and positions himself. In one swift thrust, he fills me so deep that I cry out, throwing my head back.

“You feel fucking incredible,” he says, his eyelids fluttering. I move slowly up and down, and
really
feel him, as every heavenly inch stretches me as he moves further inside. Spencer drives into me, deep, and then stills my hips. “Let me just enjoy this for a second, because once I start, it’ll be over real quick.”

I move my hips ever so slowly and take his face in my hands, teasing his mouth with my tongue. “Oh God,” I shudder against his lips. I’m already on the brink.

“That’s enough of that then,” he says, and smiles. He grips my hips tight and I move up and down, spreading my legs wide, savouring every point of contact between us. Spencer presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing it hard as I ride him, just how I’ve wanted to all this time.

“Yes,” I scream out as my whole world shatters around me, wave after delicious wave taking me while Spencer moves his hips up to meet me. He chokes out my name as he drives into me a final time, twitching deep inside as he finds his release.

I snuggle my head in the crook of his neck, and he runs soft kisses along my neck as our chests labour against each other.

I’ve dreamt about this moment with Spencer, and it’s a billion times better than I’d hoped. Even if it was on the back seat of his car. It was animalistic, spontaneous and … meaningful.

“This morning when I woke up, I would never have believed you if you’d told me we’d do this. I can’t believe I just jumped out of a plane and fucked you in the back seat of my car. Damn, April. I had no control. Fuck. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait. I wanted our first time to be …” He sighs.

What a sweetheart. “It’s okay, I couldn’t wait either.”

“I wanted it to be special,” he says, smoothing my hair back to tuck it behind my ear.

“That was better than special. I think … that’s just us. Wild.”

“Yeah, I like that. Wild.”

I kiss him softly on the lips. “Helluva way to start, huh?”

He chuckles and runs his hands under my shirt, swirling his fingers over my lower back. “You’re incredible, but when you come, you’re fucking spectacular,” he says. “This time I got to feel you the way I’ve wanted to.”

“So, do you think I’m forgiven?” I ask, wondering if he’ll catch on to what I mean.

“What for?” Yep. No clue.

“Your balls … Reckon they still hate me?”

“I’d say they just adopted you as their new best friend.”

I laugh out loud and run my fingers through his wild blond hair. “Come on, let’s go home before we draw a crowd.”

****

We shower when we get back to my apartment, and I pull on my short silk robe and head to the kitchen to make us something to eat. I’m starved, so he must be too.

I crack some eggs in a bowl and whisk in some milk. I look up when Spencer struts into the room, still wet, a towel sitting low on his hips. Teasing droplets of water race down the lines of his torso, drawing my eyes down to yet another hard-on.

“You’re hard? Really?” I ask.

“
You
get me hard,” he says, and lifts his chin.
Sigh
.

He sweeps his hands through his wet hair and sidles up next to me, taking the whisk which is frozen in my hand. He leans me up against the island bench, and presses his hard dick firm against my stomach.

“Hungry?” I ask.

He looks to the bowl, and then pins me in place with his dark gaze. “Not for eggs, beautiful.”

“What, then? I can make you something else.”

“For you.”

Oh.
Me.

He tugs at the bowtie on my robe and it falls open, exposing my naked body. His calloused palms caress my boobs, one hand wandering down between my legs. I’m already wet and desperate for him. And he just walked in the room.

“You know what I’ve imagined a hundred times?” he asks, his voice lusty and deep.

“What?” I ask, running my fingers down his chest and over the cut of his hips.

“Bending you over this bench.”

I bite down on my lower lip and turn around, splaying my hands on the countertop, positioning my legs shoulder-width apart. I look over my shoulder and blink at him. “Like this?”

He groans as he moves in closer, and I gasp as I grind my arse against the towel.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he says, his voice strained.

“Nope. You need to lose the towel.”

It drops to a heap on the floor, and Spencer slides my robe up over my hips, exposing my behind. It sends a cool shiver right through to my bones. My breath catches in my throat as his finger runs between my arse cheeks and through to the wetness awaiting him. He teases at my wet lips, and swirls his fingertip around my clit. My heart rate climbs with the promise of what’s to come.

I lean my forearms on the countertop, stopping my nipples from coming into contact with the cool surface below. Then his hot erection probes between my legs, not entering me, but gliding against my heat. It feels so damn good.

“Feel me yet?” he whispers.

I shake my head. “Nope. Not yet,” I choke out.

He moves back for a moment, and then a ripped condom wrapper lands on the bench in front of me. He was prepared.
Bet he was a damn boy scout
.

Gripping my hips, he positions himself and I tilt my pelvis forward, opening myself to him. He thrusts deep in one quick move, pushing my boobs onto the kitchen bench.

“Ah!” I cry out, the heat between my legs and the ice-cold bench on my nipples too sharp a contrast for senses to handle. But it’s an awesome combination.

“How about now?” he asks, moving in just a touch before driving in deep.

“Yes! Now I feel you. God, do I feel you.”

“I’m gonna take this real slow … I wanna enjoy this.”

“Don’t let me stop you.”

His hands wander up my ribs, teasing at the underside of my boobs as he slides in and out … slow and steady, and then hard and deep. Just when I think I know his rhythm, he mixes it up.

“Spencer,” I breathe, grinding my hips against him. He leans his warm chest against my back, kissing between my shoulder blades. His hands snake around and tug at my nipples, sending a renewed wave of desire to course through me.

“Fuck, it undoes me when you say my name like that.”

“Spen-cer,” I repeat.

“I don’t ever want you to stop saying it, but baby—”

“No one has ever made me feel this good,” I say, panting heavily. No one. Ever.

“Fuck,” he growls as his hips slap faster against my arse.

“Don’t hold back, because I can’t.”

Spencer grips at my shoulders and pounds into me. I cry out as I climax, my legs turning to mush.

He grabs my hips to steady my shaking. He continues to fill me, rekindling the orgasm that was starting to fade. I brace myself, and try to stand firm. Spencer reaches his hand around my hip, his fingers spreading my arousal as he gently massages my clit. Placing my hand over his, I drive the pace of his movements, giving more pressure.

“Harder,” I whisper.

A sexy rumble vibrates low in his throat as he gives me what I need to fall again into the bottomless pit of pleasure. Spencer pulses hard inside me, twitching as he stills his hips.

“Holy hell, Spencer. I don’t think I can walk.” The last orgasm wrung out whatever energy I had left, and my head’s swirling from lack of food. I really need to eat.

He hugs me from behind, playfully biting down on my shoulder. “Music to my ears, beautiful,” his voice rasps.

He slowly withdraws from me and I turn around to watch the smile grow on his face. It’s as blinding as the sun coming through the window behind him.

“As good as you imagined?” I ask.

“My imagination’s poor as piss. That was incredible.”

I peck him on the lips. “Yeah, it was. So, what are we going to do today?”

“Eat first, then retreat to your room.”

“Just what I had in mind.”

“But the next time, when I can get myself together, I want it to be slow … you just say things to me, and it makes me crazy. I lose it and end up turning—”

“Wild?”

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Wild.”

“Aw, you’re so fuckable, especially when you get all cute on me,” I tease.

“If you’re not careful, I’ll get
cute
all over you.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

* SPENCER *

“Another photo? Are you serious?” I shake my head.

“Shut up. I wanna remember this day. It’s been incredible,” she says and grins.

“Show me.”

She hands me the camera, and I click through the dozens of photos she’s taken of us since we retreated to the bedroom. Messy hair, no makeup, but a smile intense enough to melt your insides. Seeing how she looks at me in these photos … she couldn’t be more beautiful. Now she’s mine.
Mine.

“I want these. Can you send them to me?”

“Sure.”

“When I’m not with you, it’ll be the next best thing.”

“Aw, did I tap a ‘cute’ nerve or something?”

You got in my veins is what happened.

I place my finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

April laughs and smooths her hand over my chest.

“I’ve got training tomorrow and a race on Sunday. As much as it kills me, in the morning I’m gonna have to leave you,” I say, resigned. Back to reality. At least I’ll be back riding and not in the office.

“It’s only a couple of days. Besides, I need to wash these sheets and freshen up my room. It smells like sex in here.”

“Smells like fucking heaven to me.” If only I could stay here indefinitely.

“Are you looking forward to this round? You don’t seem that keen.”

“Yeah, I am, just, you know, nervous, I guess. Not sure if I’ve got a win in me.”

“Of course you do. I’ve seen you ride.”

I shrug. I always do this at this point in the season.
Self-sabotage
. “People have this expectation of me … that I get everything I want. The motocross title
is
everything I’ve ever wanted, not the money or the day job. This is all I’ve ever wanted … and now you. I think I want you just as much, and that’s sayin’ something.”

“Then why don’t you prove them wrong? Show them more of the Spencer that I know, not the Jones they expect.”

“It’s not just that, though. I look at Stone. He’s a made man. I had the money to get me here. He did it himself, and from what I heard, he didn’t have the best time growing up. He’s got more guts and raw energy than anyone I’ve ever seen or raced with, and when he wins, the smile on his face? It’s like he’s taken on the world and won. After he had the accident I didn’t know if he’d make it back, but the fucker never gave up. I don’t know whether I can take that away from him.”

“Motocross isn’t the only thing that puts a smile on his face. Having seen him with his wife and kids, I can tell you there are more important things in his life. Don’t let anyone hold you back from what you really want. It never ends well.”

Lying on my back, I curl my arm beneath her shoulders, bringing her close. Moving onto her side, she weaves one leg between mine.

“You’re beautiful, in so many ways. How’d I get so fucking lucky?” I ask, not knowing how she’d even answer.

April shrugs, and presses her lips to mine. Her kiss is just like a peach … soft and delicate. She pulls back, her smile fading as she snuggles against my shoulder, looking up at me.

“I wanna come and watch you ride, it’s just …”

I knew this was coming. “Mac?”

“Yeah,” she sighs.

I’d been trying to wrap my head around it too. I’ve never had to deal with an overprotective dad before, let alone a man who holds the lynch pin to my racing career.

“He’s the one person in my family who understands me. I don’t wanna hide things from him. I know I have to tell him about us eventually, I just don’t wanna make life difficult for you.”

In all this, she’s more worried about me.

“I told you before, I don’t care who knows. I’ll tell anyone who wants to listen. You tell Mac whenever you’re ready. It’s up to you, April.” I’ll just have to prove to Mac that I’m good enough for her. He’s going to be much harder to convince than April, and that’s saying something.

“I’ll tell him soon … maybe when the season’s over. This time of year is stressful enough for everyone.”

“Sure. We can do it together if you think it’ll make it any easier,” I offer.

She doesn’t reply but furrows her brow, and busies herself toying at my nipples. I hold her hand down to stop her. She’s driving me nuts doing that, and my dick’s too sore to do it again.

“I know; I’ll call Eevie,” she says, and nods. “I’m sure she’ll be there for the race anyway. It’ll be a good chance to catch up with her. I wanna see you ride, Spencer. I’ll be there, no matter what.”

My heart grows to twice its size in my chest, and I pull her into my arms. April’s gonna be in my corner. I’ll have someone there for me. It means more to me than she will ever know.

“Thanks, beautiful.”

“I’ll get the laptop and book the flights.”

April unwraps herself from me, and returns a few minutes later. She props up next to me in bed and turns the device on. A ridiculous photo of me making a stupid face comes up as the screensaver.

“Get rid of it, now,” I say, pointing to the background. She grins and shakes her head, her ponytail swinging from side to side.

“Sorry. I can’t do that,” she says, cocking her head and fluttering her eyelashes.

“You
can
and you will.” I poke her in the ribs and she jerks away. I tickle her either side of her ribs. She squeals and burrows further down the bed, trying to hold the laptop upright at the same time.

“Focus, Spencer. Flights.”

****

Saturday

“What the hell have you been up to, Jones? You’ve been avoiding my calls,” Billy says and punches me on the upper arm.

I knew he’d be pissed at me. He always wants me to go out with him. He can be pretty timid around girls, and he needs a good dose of Dutch courage, aka rum and Coke, and a wingman to be brave enough to approach a woman. I knew it was only a matter of time before he gave me shit about not going out on the drink with him.