Page 44 of Game Over

“No, no, I promise I’m good. Part of me has always wanted to explore different things in the bedroom, especially with some of the books I read, but I’ve never had anyone I trust enough to do so. That was always my first priority—having a safe and trusting partner.” Sighing, I leaned my head back against his chest as his arms snaked around my stomach. “I trust you, though, Spence. I knew if I needed you to stop, you would without a second thought because you care. I promise I completely and thoroughly enjoyed myself. I would do it again too.” I’m not sure why I trusted this man so sincerely, but I did. Every bone in my body knew I was safe with him.

“Okay, good, I’m just making sure. I would never want to hurt you, even accidentally.” He shut the water off and grabbed a rag from the side of the tub. “I’m going to help, okay?”

“Mhm, okay.” I could hardly keep my eyes open at this point. He carefully reached between my thighs and cleaned anything that was left. He set the rag on the side and then grabbed body wash and the loofah hooked at the front of the tub. Squeezing a generous amount of the fresh-smelling wash, he took his time, being extra gentle with me as he washed me, and then made sure all the suds were rinsed off. When we were done, he let the water out, stood up, wrapped a towel around himself, and then helped me out. I quickly dried off, and then he picked me up and carried me back to bed.

“Here, you lie down, I’m going to put some clothes on and go let Dolly out, okay? I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, okay, that sounds good.” I must have dozed off because I woke up to him pulling the covers back over us, and him pulling me into him.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s just me. I’m here. Goodnight, my love, get some rest.” He kissed my forehead, and then sleep took me under.

My love. I liked the sound of that the most.

The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet. Stretching out, I winced at how sore everything was. I checked my phone for the time, and it was only a little after nine. Tucking the covers back under my chin, With Spencer's woodsy and clean scent wrapped around me, I let the memories of last night play through my head. His rough, calloused hands were so at odds with how reverently he worshiped my body. The sweet kisses he placed wherever he could as he said some of the filthiest things to me. His actions are a total juxtaposition to his usual golden retriever personality, yet somehow it made sense.

Slowly rolling out of bed and grabbing my bag, I fished out my pajamas since I went to bed without a lick of clothing on, and then went and brushed my teeth and my hair. When I got done, I headed to the kitchen, where I assumed they were. I stopped at the end of the hallway and took in the sight before me. Spencer, with no shirt on, black sweat pants that sat low, coffee cup in hand, book in the other, leaned up against the bar, and Dolly was lying at his feet. A truly delicious sight that sent shivers down my spine.

“Morning, handsome.” I smiled as I walked over to him. He set his cup and book down before wrapping me in a giant hug.

“Morning, beautiful. How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock. I don’t think I woke up at all during the night. I was worn out.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, I guess.” He chuckled as he gave me a quick kiss. “I made some cinnamon rolls and some coffee. Also, I meant to ask yesterday but got distracted. Did you have any plans today?”

“Oh, I love cinnamon rolls! And nope, nothing going on as of now. Why, what’s up?” Passing me the simple white coffee mug he had on the counter, I set to work making a cup. Thankfully, he had caramel creamer in the fridge, so I pulled it out and poured a generous amount. Once I was satisfied, I walked back over to him, and he pulled me in between his legs as he leaned against the bar.

“Good, I’m taking you shopping for the formal. All on me.” I rolled my eyes at him, starting to protest, and SMACK. “Nope, no arguing.”

“Excuse me, did you just spank me?” I stared at him in disbelief.

“Eh, it was a light smack. I wouldn’t call that a spanking at all, but if you keep it up, you’ll find out exactly what I would call one.” I clenched my thighs together and winced again at the sudden sharp pain. I was so sore, good grief.

I huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “Fine, we’ll go, but I can buy myself what I need.” I didn’t need him thinking I needed a man to take care of me in any way. I was more than capable of it.

“I never said you couldn’t, and I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself, but I want to buy you things, and I promise it’s not an issue. Allie, look at me. I’m being completely honest with you, money isn’t an issue for me. I’ve saved so much over the years because I never had much of a reason to spend it, but I do now. So no complaining, okay?”

Could he read minds now as well? I swear it’s like we’re on some weird wavelength together. Well, if he truly insisted. “Okay, fine, you can take me shopping. When do you want to go?”

“After we eat breakfast, we can get ready. Do you need to go to your place for anything?”

“Nah, I didn’t know what we would do today, so I brought plenty with me. If you couldn’t tell by all the bags I brought.”

“Okay, good. Here, let me grab the cinnamon rolls out of the oven; they should be done now.”

Grabbing the oven mitts, he walked over to the oven, opening the door and sending a blast of heat into the small space. Hit with the scent of cinnamon again as he set them on the bar so he could ice them. The smell was heavenly, making my mouth water. My stomach let out a loud growl in agreement.

Coffee in hand, I padded over to his cabinets and drawers to scour through them to find the plates and silverware. Successfully finding both and passing them to Spencer, he plated us both a giant gooey roll. We sat on the couch together, eating our breakfast and sipping on our coffee. Dolly was curled up next to him while my feet were slung in his lap. I texted Emma letting her know what I would be doing today, and that if she needed anything, to call me and I’d be there.

Taking another giant bite of my breakfast, I took in the living room, noticing more had been put out since we were here last. He had a partially filled bookshelf next to his TV stand with a mixture of books lining it. There were fantasy, some graphic novels, and some old history books. There were also little knickknacks throughout it, as well. There was a little Millennium Falcon figure, a shield, and TriForce from The Legend of Zelda. It was cute that he displayed the things he loved, knowing he more than likely didn’t get that chance when he was a kid.

Once we finished, we took a quick shower together and got ready. I put my usual everyday makeup on, with a comfy leopard print skit, a black cropped tee, and my trusty Doc Martens. Spencer had on a well-worn pair of checkered Vans, jeans that hugged his muscles, a slightly cropped, light blue T-shirt that was way too distracting, and a black jacket on top. I was a simple woman because nothing made me more feral than a man in a crop top. Honestly, more men should wear them, if you ask me.

“You keep looking at me like that, and we’ll never make it out of the house.” His lazy voice crooned as a crooked grin plastered his face, causing one of his dimples to pop out. My eyes shot up to his, and I could feel my body burn from blushing at being caught. He pulled me into him and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Come on, pretty girl. Let's get this day started.”

“First stop, let's get you an iced coffee, shall we?” he said as he turned the music down and pulled into my favorite spot, Brewed Stories. When I was in college, I loved coming here to study. It was the perfect cozy place to focus on my task, so I didn’t get distracted.

“You are truly amazing, you know that?”