“Chuck,” he purrs back at me, kissing down the side of my neck and curling his fingers in my hair. When his fingertips touch my scalp, they make me shiver. My entire body reacts to his touch, holding tight to him. My fingertips trail through the sweat on Spencer’s back as this pressure and heat builds low in my belly, making me feel tense. “Relax,” he commands, taking my wrists and holding them above my head.
Spencer bites my lower lip and then swirls his tongue over it, releasing me so he can brace himself above me, moving his hips harder and faster, driving that intense feeling in my stomach into my limbs.
My lips part and my head tilts back, but I can still see him in the crackling light of the fire, moving above me, the rain a staccato rhythm outside the window.
I’m not expecting to have an orgasm—most first-timers don’t—but it hits me anyway, this fierce fire, this fervent rush that explodes through me in a bright wave. This time, when I throw my arms around Spencer, I’m shaking for a different reason.
I feel light, weightless, airy.
He keeps moving, adding these little aftershocks of pleasure to my starry-eyed relaxation. Spencer comes, too, still buried deep in me, nuzzling against the top of my head as his body quivers and tenses up.
“Christ, Chuck,” he murmurs, and then he rolls off onto his back, panting and staring up at the ceiling. I can't move. Pretty sure my legs have turned to jelly. I can barely breathe. That, and I feel empty now that Spencer's moved away from me.
My cheeks heat, and I turn on my side, just to make sure he's really here.
“That was … unexpected,” he whispers, glancing over at Ranger's sleeping form, buried in blankets, and lightly snoring.
“Unexpected,” I start, still struggling to find the right words to say. Spencer gets up to throw the condom away in the trash can at the end of his bed before climbing back in and curling his arm under my waist.
“Unexpected, but fucking amazing,” he adds, leaning forward to kiss me. It doesn't just end at that, a single press of lips. No, pleasure shoots through me and I curve into him.
I realize that for a good portion of my life, I've been sort of an entitled brat. Never has it been more obvious than in this moment. Maybe I'm actually learning to care about someone other than myself?
“Although I'm still pissed,” Spencer adds, frowning slightly as he pulls back from me, his eyes searching my face. I get that he probably does this a lot, hook up with random girls. He doesn't know this is my first time, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell him. If you don't expressly tell the twins not to, they will though. Fuck, even if you do expressly tell them no, they'll probably spill the beans anyway. “I can't believe you guys lied to me.”
My eyes water, and Spencer's widen.
“Are you okay?” he asks, blinking rapidly. He leans in closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I don't want to ruin this moment. I shouldn't have even brought it up; I'm sorry.”
“It's not that,” I choke out, curling my fingers around his arm, just to anchor him in place. “We all thought you were dead, Spencer.”
“I'm so confused right now,” he says, sitting up. I sit up, too, and then notice that his eyes have wandered down. One of my boobs is hanging out of my shirt. Flushing, I tuck it away and cross my arms over my chest. I'm shaking, but that's not surprising. There are so many emotions swirling around inside of me, it's practically a storm. “Some guy killed himself you said?”
“A student with silver hair, wearing a gym uniform, was hung from a tree in the woods.” I look Spencer dead in the face. “This whole week, nobody's been able to find you, and the police won't release the student's name. We all thought it was you.”
He just stares at me, like he has no idea how to respond to that. Guilt creeps up in his expression and he runs his fingers through his hair.
“I threw my phone at a tree in a rage and broke it … and then I figured I was better off without it. Sometimes when I get pissed off, I do stupid shit.” Spencer lifts his head to look at me, and I feel my heart thump in response. I just lost my virginity to this guy, I think, and end up licking my lower lip. He notices, and gives a small half-smile. It only lasts for a second before it fades away, like he's finally realizing how serious this is. “Are you okay?”
“I just spent, like, a whole week thinking you were dead,” I whisper back, and Spencer's lips purse. He scoots closer to me and pulls me into his lap, reminding me of Tobias. “Your friends, too. I've never seen Micah so … fucked-up.”
