Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

My Charlotte.

The man wipes his hands on a tea towel before he shakes my hand. “Hello, love, nice to meet you.”

He looks like he has some kind of Italian or European heritage. He has big, brown, kind eyes. He puts his arm around Spencer, and I smile at the two of them. It’s obvious that they are very close.

“I hope you’re hungry, I’ve been cooking up a storm.” His mother smiles.

I nod nervously, unsure what to say.

Spencer rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around me. “She’s nervous.”

His mother laughs. “That makes two of us. You’re the first girl Spencer has ever brought home. I’d almost given up hope.”

“About time, Son,” his dad interrupts. “And she’s so pretty, too.”

I giggle, feeling a little more at ease.

His mum takes me by the hand and pulls me into the kitchen. “If Spencer loves you, we love you.”

* * *

I’m in bed staring at the television, but I’m not watching it or even listening.

My mind is in Nottingham with my father.

I miss him… desperately.

Spencer is reading beside me and things couldn’t be any better between us. We laugh, make love, fuck, and talk about the charity I’m creating. He’s become my best friend and my partner in crime.

We’re hopelessly in love.

But I have this thorn in my side that won’t go away.

It was one or the other: my family or my love. Why couldn’t I have both? I know if they just gave him a chance, they would love him.

Spencer reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh. “You okay?” he asks.

I nod, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

He puts his book down and wraps his arms around me. “What is it, angel?”

I shake my head because I don’t want him to know that I’m grieving the loss of my family.

“I’m just tired, baby,” I whisper as I kiss him softly. I run my fingers through his two-day stubble, and I stare into his big, beautiful eyes. He kisses me slowly, his tongue sliding through my open mouth. For a long time we lie in each other’s arms and kiss. It’s tender, unhurried and intimate and when he kisses me like this there is nobody else on earth but us.

His lips drop to my neck and he bites me with just the right amount of pressure before his hands slowly slide my panties down my legs.

He bites my nipples, kissing each one in reverence, and then he drops lower and lower. He spreads my legs and pulls me apart for his pleasure. I hold my breath as he looks at me. His lips gently kiss my inner thighs.

It always feels so intimate when he looks at me like this…the intimacy I crave from him, the entrée to perfection.

His thick tongue slides through my flesh, and I arch my back as the pleasure takes over. Spencer rests my legs over his shoulders. His hands are splayed on my lower stomach, and I watch him lick me like I’m a goddess.

His goddess.

With every swipe of his tongue, I love him just that little bit more. My hands rest on the back of his head.

“Baby, come up here,” I whisper. “I want you close tonight.”