I don’t want her to go back to it. Not ever.
After the most agonising hour of my life, Indie is ready to leave. She worked the room like a pro, speaking to only the celebrities she’d heard of, introducing herself as ‘Spencer’s childhood friend’. We’ve gone so far past friends.
I’m not worrying over that part yet because she’s made a huge step tonight. She came out when she hates attention, and by the end of it, she was initiating conversation with strangers.
She was a hit. No one has questioned our relationship by asking if we’re more than friends, although Ella looked at us a little too hard. She’s the only one who knows that Indie and I were once a thing.
Of course, she thinks it’s romantic. I assured her that Indie and I were only friends again. For a while, I was okay with that. I need her in my life, and I’ll take friends if nothing more is on offer. I wasn’t able to continue lying to myself.
I want everything.
She has to get there, too. When she opens up about her past and her home life, I’ll know she’s all mine.
I side-eye her as we race home in a taxi. We ditched Jared, but I sent him a text, letting him know we were fine. The driver is probably in his late sixties. He looked right past me when I gave my address. I don’t think he has a clue who I am. He probably wouldn’t recognise anyone under the age of forty.
Indie has her hands curled together in her lap. She looks like she’s trying to stop herself from leaping on top of me.
I wouldn’t mind a leap.
The driver would likely have a heart attack, though.
“You okay?” I ask quietly.
Her body shivers, and her lips part. She slowly turns her head in my direction. “Yes.”
“Really? Because you look like sex.”
Her eyes flash to the driver who is humming along to Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash. Satisfied that he isn’t listening, she looks back.
“I look like sex?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.
I nod and swallow as my eyes trail down her body. “I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep my hands off you for so long.” I’m not only talking about tonight.
“Spencer.” Squirming in the seat, her knuckles turn white.
I lean over and whisper in her ear, “I’m going to bend you over my balcony and fuck you.”
Her whimper is definitely heard by the driver.
Hurry. Up.
Twenty-Three
Indie
I hold onto the glass balcony with a death grip as Spencer drives into me from behind. I’ve not had sex in this position before. It’s a new favourite, I have to say. We barely got inside before our clothes were off.
Spencer holds onto my hips and groans as he picks up his pace.
My body is flooded with desire. I roll my hips at his maddening rhythm. Every thrust strokes something inside me that pushes me closer to an orgasm I know is going to rock my world.
“You’re so deep,” I say, biting my lip as my clit throbs. I’m always so close, it drives me insane. I don’t think it’s possible to get any deeper. “Shit.”
“I want you like this again tonight. I’ll never get over the feel of you gripping me tight. So fucking beautiful,” he hisses through gritted teeth.
My first quickie turns me on more than I thought was possible. I love it when we take our time to explore each other but this raw, I just need to come thing is so hot.
“Harder, Spence,” I beg.
His fingers dig in, a long groan escaping his throat. He pounds into me like it’s a punishment. God, it’s not.
My nails press into the glass, probably snapping off and ruining my manicure.
“Indie,” he pants. “Come, baby; I need you to come.”
His words are my undoing, sending jolts of ecstasy pulsing through my body.
“Yes,” I say as my pussy tightens around him. “I’m going to come, don’t stop.”
He hits that same spot inside me over and over. I slam my forehead onto the balcony as my orgasm explodes. “Spencer,” I moan, my body shaking.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pounding into me as he follows. “Fuck.”
I gasp as the aftershocks leave me breathless. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me up, keeping himself buried inside of me.
On a sigh, he kisses my neck. “Damn, that was good.”
My body is spent.
“I have to say, I’m a fan of that position… and the quickie.”
“Mmm,” he murmurs against my neck. “You’re beautiful. I don’t want you to leave.”
He steps back, sliding out of me before he turns me around.
“Long-distance will work,” I tell him. “I can’t go back to being just friends.”
He shakes his head. “That was never an option. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk for a while. Or breathe. My legs, lungs, and everything else refuse to work properly. Spencer keeps me upright with his arm while, awkwardly bending down to pull up his trousers. The hot glow of my orgasm still burns.
He really didn’t lie when he said that he would bend me over. I’m grateful that the balcony is private, although I don’t think I would have cared a few minutes ago. It’s pitch-black out with only the moon casting a rippled glow over the ocean in the distance.
Spencer chuckles against my forehead as he takes my whole weight. He places a chaste kiss against my skin. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just don’t let go.”
His arms tighten. “I’m not about to. Come on, I’ll carry you inside.”
My toes feel weird. I’m sure I’m going to be walking like a robot. He scoops me into his arms. “Do you want to watch TV?”
“Not out here.” I let go of him and take his hand now that I can move a bit better.
“In my bedroom, huh,”
