It’s been long enough.
I’m here to get my girl back.
She whips her head around and searches for me. One of the girls just told her I’m here.
Her eyes settle on me, and I see the breath she takes.
A shudder rips through my body. My God, she’s stunning.
I keep walking, unsure of the reception I’m going to get. Her face is pale, but her eyes are bright. I’m willing to put a lot of money on the fact that I look similar.
I thought I was exhausted when filming. That doesn’t even come close to spending every second of every day wishing I could just fall asleep so it wouldn’t hurt so bad.
I step closer until I can smell her hair. Fuck, I’m a creep.
“What are you doing here?” she whispers.
“I’ve come for you.”
Indie shakes her head. “We talked about this, Spence.”
“No, you talked, and frankly, Indie, it was bullshit.” Her frown is adorable. “This isn’t working for either of us. Being together might not be plain sailing but we’ll figure it out. Mila told me you’re a wreck. I am, too.”
Indie turns to glare at an unapologetic Mila.
“Hey,” I say, taking her hand.
When she looks back, her bottom lip is wedged between her teeth. She doesn’t pull her hand away. I’ll take that. It’s pretty much as good as she’s going to give me right this second.
“We’re going to live together in the UK… someplace close to your friends,” I tell her. I steamroll ahead when she tries to interrupt. “You’ll work as a counsellor, just like you’ve always wanted, and I’ll be away when I’m working. When you have time off, you can come visit me wherever I am. I’ll be home every single chance I get. Us first, work second.”
She watches me, weighing up her options. I can tell from the thudding pulse in her wrist that I’ve got her.
I smile. “I was kind of hoping you’d contact me after my interview. Talk about leaving me hanging, babe.”
Biting her lip again, she tries to turn away, but I catch her chin.
“I’ll do whatever I can to protect our privacy. I’ll hire a whole team to handle that if I need to.”
“Spence…”
“This will work, and you know it. Stop being scared and just be happy.”
Her jaw tightens and her eyes gloss over. Come on, baby.
“For fuck’s sake, Indie, just fucking kiss him!”
It would seem that Mila has exploded.
Grinning, I whisper, “You should listen to your crazy friend.”
Indie slides off her stool, and her chest is brushes against mine. I suck a breath through my nose while my dick swells. Lust pulses through my veins.
“I’m scared of everything,” she tells me.
I step closer so there’s no distance between us. There’s no hope of me keeping any kind on control. The whole damn bar would see me pitching a tent in my jeans if they looked. “Can you be scared with me? I miss you so much,” I say, resting my forehead against hers.
Her body plastered against mine is the best feeling in the whole world. Every smooth curve of her body is perfect, and I long to run my hands over every inch. I wrap my arms around her and slide my hands down her back. She shudders under my touch, and those dark eyes turn horny.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
My fingers curl into the top of her arse. Why are we not alone?
“No more talking,” I say, bending my head.
She tilts hers impatiently. I have the ghost of a smile when our mouths touch. More so when her hands tangle in my hair at the first brush of our lips. I deepen the kiss instantly, having no control when it comes to making up with her.
The little moan in the back of her throat almost makes me come.
“Yeah!” Mila and Wren cheer somewhere in the background.
Indie grips my hair tightly and presses herself harder into me. Someone really is horny.
I am also someone.
I graze her lip with my tongue, and she whimpers in response.
Her mouth is hot, wet, and wild as she kisses me like she’s starved. I breathe her in and arch my hips into her. Jesus Christ, I’m so turned on. We need to get somewhere private right the fuck now.
“I need to take you home,” I murmur against her mouth.
She nods and pulls away. Turning, she snatches her bag off the table.
“Have fun!” Wren calls as Indie waves to them.
I shove the door open so hard, it almost slams on the wall outside.
“Oh my God, it’s Spencer Lowe!”
Indie laughs at a group of women walking past, now staring at me like I’m an option for lunch.
“You got her back!” one of them screams.
I expect Indie to duck back inside or run to the nearest car park. What I don’t expect is for her to place one hand on my chest, smile, and wave at them.
I raise my hand. “Night, ladies.”
We turn around to the sound of squealing behind us.
“How many cocktails did you have?” I ask as we power walk to my car.
“I’m embracing it, Spence. I want all of you, every part, no matter how difficult things might get. I’m over being frightened of attention. Let them talk, let them photograph, let them post whatever they want about us. As long as I have you, I’m happy.”
I grab her hand and swing her around. She gasps when I push her against my ‘ridiculously big’ car. I’m thinking with my dick as I slam my mouth against hers. For a second, I worry I’ve been too rough, but her hands fist my hair to the edge of pain, and I know she has the same urgency.
She shoves me away far too soon. “Drive, Spencer.”
It’s only when she gets in the passenger side that I realise the group of women are taking pictures. I really hope she means what she said.
I don’t think I’ve ever driven like such a twat in my life.
Indie
