“I love it when you do that,” she pants, picking up speed every time I tug at her nipple with my teeth.
I roll my tongue and suck her into my mouth. Gripping her arse, I yank her into me, and she scratches my shoulders.
“Do that again,” she demands on a gasp.
I lean back, gripping her harder. She goes wild, eyes closed, head tilted, body thrashing on top of me as I pull her hips to me.
“I feel you everywhere, Spence. I love this. I love you.”
Gritting my teeth, I grind, my dick swelling, and toes curling into my shoes.
“I’m so close,” she pants.
So am I. Fuck.
I pump harder, and sweat beads on my forehead. “Indie, I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
My mouth finds hers. She kisses me hard, our lips in some sort of fucking war.
I’m about to explode.
My balls tighten. I pull her down hard, and she lets go.
“Spencer!” she cries, stiffening as she comes apart.
Her orgasm is my undoing. I shoot inside her, teeth snapping together as I turn inside out. Her tight pussy contracts around me until she falls on my chest.
I pump until the last waves pass, and Indie collapses onto me.
“I love you, too,” she finally says against my neck. I feel her lips curl. “So much.”
I wrap my hands around her back and breathe her in. Yeah, she left me hanging. “You could have called after that interview.”
“Mila sent me a clip. It killed me. I wanted to drive to London but I was still solid in my thinking that I wasn’t right for you.”
I run my fingers through her curls. “You were made for me. I’ve told you that. There’s no one else I want.”
She sits up, and her post orgasm glow makes my heart leap. “I realise that now. You’ve given up so much for me. It was just with my dad, everything in the press, and then my mum… it was overload. I’ve had a lot to deal with growing up. I reached my limit. I’m sorry it was you who had to give. That was literally the stupidest choice. You’re the best thing in my life.”
“I understand, babe. Now you’ve broken up with me twice.”
“Ah, yes. I was only allowed to do that once.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You should take me home and spank me.”
My eyes almost fucking pop out.
Indie leans back and laughs, and I drool over the view of her perfect body stretched out in front of me.
“You’re cute, Spence. Can we go now? I’m going to need to freshen up before we do that again.”
“And again, and again,” I add.
She stands up and my dick slides out of her. That’s never a happy moment. I watch with amusement as she climbs awkwardly over the seats, trying to keep her legs together. I’d tell her not to worry, I’ll clean any mess, but it’s too funny.
Indie slumps down and pulls her clothes back on.
“All right?” I ask.
She flashes me a look that basically tells me to fuck off. I bite my lip as I watch her flatten the hair I just messed up. I tug my jeans up and start the engine.
When she’s dressed and buckled, I pull back onto the road and continue towards home as if nothing has happened.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Mmhmm.” She smiles again, and it does crazy shit to my insides.
I’m so done. This girl owns me.
“I want to sell my house. When it officially becomes mine, that is.”
I quickly glance at her. “Okay…”
“There’s too much… both my parents died there.”
“We’ll start looking for a place of our own.”
“I’m not rich.”
“As soon as I get a ring on that finger, you will be.”
“Spencer, be serious.”
“Indie, whatever we have, we share, okay? Let me worry about our house. You focus on uni and setting up a practice.”
We’re minutes from home now.
“What are you thinking?” I ask. It makes me nervous when she goes quiet. She can convince herself the stupidest shit is for the best when she overthinks.
“I’m thinking that I could help so many people with my own practice.”
“You’ll be graduated and fully qualified by autumn. Find premises you like and start your business.”
“Simple as that?”
I shrug. “It can be if you let it. Do what you’re good at. Stop looking at money separately. If we’re going to be together, everything is equal. I don’t care who brought more in. We’re a team.”
“Still feels like you’re a bigger team player.”
“Well, the sooner you get the practice set up, the sooner you will make more money. Besides, if you’re that worried, use the money from the sale of the house and what’s in their bank to set up the business. Keep me financially out if it, if that’s what you need to do. But I want you to know that you can have anything I’ve got. Take it all if you want to. None of it means a thing without you.”
“Spence.” She says my name like a prayer. “Where will we live?” she asks as we pull up outside my parents’ house. “I want to stay close to your parents.”
“I figured that much. You’ve always liked that massive house on the edge of town.”
“People live in it.”
“Old people.”
She tilts her head up. “Spencer!”
“I didn’t mean it like that. They’re not on death’s door yet.”
At least I hope not. I’m going to feel awful if they die soon.
She rolls her eyes. “You’re going to offer them a lot of money for it, aren’t you?”
I nod. “Shitloads, yeah.”
“That’s something I’m going to have to get used to.”
“Surprising how fast that happens. Let’s get inside.”
“We’re having sex again, right?” she asks.
“Absolutely. In the shower first. I want to watch water dripping down you as you come against my mouth.”
Her eyes widen. I grab her hand and drag her inside as quickly as I can.
Epilogue
Indie
One year later
“For the love of God, Mila, no! I am not taking you with
