Page 126 of Bone Deep
I can't move. Spence left me completely, deliciously and wickedly drained. I know he was trying to distract me.
Mission. Accomplished.
He comes back into the room, and I roll onto my side to watch him approach. He's still naked, and his heavy, spent cock swings between his thick thighs as he walks.
Fuck. Me.
I think I may have a problem because that is god-tier dick, and I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough.
Spence crawls into the bed behind me and pulls me back until his fat cock is nuzzled up against my ass. My own dick gives a twitch, trying to rally for round three, but I don't think I could go again if I tried.
Spence reaches around and hands me my phone. I grab it and sigh, “Thanks.”
Spence rests his chin on my shoulder and says, “Go ahead and check your notifications. I'm going to watch over your shoulder, though. If I see too much bullshit, I'm taking it away.”
I nod slowly and tap the screen, bringing up all the notifications on my locked screen. It's everything I expected. A gazillion social media direct messages and post notifications, headlines from TMZ, Sports Illustrated, and even CNN put out a story. I close my eyes and think,Jesus, is this real life?
I scroll further down through the notifications and see a flurry of calls and texts from my sisters and several texts from my father. Not ready to deal with his bullshit, I tap the call notification from Cricket and then put the phone on speaker. Itstarts trilling, and Spence snakes his arm around my midsection and squeezes.
My sister picks up on the third ring. “Ryan, Christ. There you are. Why haven't you called us?”
I blow out a breath. “Yeah, sorry. Spence and Anthony didn't want me looking at my phone.”
“Yeah,” Cricket agrees. “Probably not a bad idea.” Then she huffs. “Still. You could have called your sisters. We've been worried.”
Over my shoulder, Spence says, “Sorry, that's my fault.”
Cricket makes a clucking noise. “I'll deal with you later, you beautiful, bad, naughty man.”
I groan. “Oh God, were you watching?”
Cricket laughs. “Of course we were watching. We're supportive like that—"
Cricket is cut off when Harper's voice booms from the background. “We saw our brother getting railed by a demigod live. I'm sending you my therapy bill. But also…well done.”
“Harper,” Cricket snaps. “Knock it off. This is serious.”
I sigh. “Thanks, Sis.”
“Of course. Don't you worry about a thing. We'll handle every detail. The guest list, the invitations, the games.”
I sigh. “What are you talking about, Crick?”
Without missing a beat, she says, “The baby shower, of course. There's no way you aren't pregnant after that.”
Harper starts cackling in the background immediately and shouts, “Good one, Sister!”
I groan, and Spence starts coughing.
“Oh my God,” I grumble. “You two are insufferable.”
Cricket giggles, then softens her voice. “Sorry, just lightening the mood.”
I groan again. What else can I do?
“Seriously, though. Are you okay?” she asks.
I smile, even though she can't see me. I'm so lucky to have them, and honestly, their teasing is exactly what I need. I look over my shoulder and meet Spence's eyes. “Yeah, I'm good.”
