Page 52 of You Found Me (The Meadow Springs #1)

Spencer moves his left hand up to the cup of my bralette at the same time his lips reach my chest. When he pushes the cup aside, his tongue is on my nipple immediately, the sensation amplifies the building heat in my core.

When he bites down on it, I explode.

It feels like it’ll never stop and even though I’m starting to become oversensitive, I keep going.

I need to make him come.

To make him feel the way I do.

Which is why I pull him off by his hair, move him to the side, and start kissing down his throat before biting the crook of his neck. He lets out a guttural moan that pulls another orgasm from me.

I’m not sure if it was the bite or me that did it, but his hips begin to stutter signaling his own release.

He moves a few more times, riding out the wave, before laying his forehead against my shoulder. I kiss the top of his head, moving my hand up to run my fingers through his hair in the same way he normally soothes mine.

We sit like that long enough that we both start shivering and when I try to stand up, he stops me.

He brushes a few stray hairs behind my ear. “Thank you for this, Emmy.”

I laugh, “You’re thanking me for making you come in your underwear?”

“Not specifically this,” he gestures to his lap with a laugh. “I meant thank you for coming here with me and making it memorable.”

I give him a quick peck on his nose. “You’re welcome. But I might have more in store for you before the weekend ends.”

** *

On the walk back to the cabin, we agree to take a hot shower first and then eat.

He gets out before me saying he wants to get started on breakfast so that when I’m done, we can sit out back and eat. Letting him get a head start on our food, I wash my hair. Which allows me some alone time to think.

When I told Spence that I have more in store for him, I wasn’t lying. There’s something I want to try with him, that I’ve always wanted to, but Chance didn’t like the idea of it.

To put it crudely, I want to try “butt stuff” as Mia calls it and it makes me laugh when I picture her saying it.

Obviously, we couldn’t do all of it tonight or even anytime soon.

But I’d like to take that first step. I dabbled with it once—after I moved into the apartment—when I was experimenting with different things to help get myself off.

I liked it . . . and I can only imagine how much better it’d be with someone else.

Whether it’s him or him using the trainer toys that Mia bought me as a joke.

Well, the joke’s on her because once I got over the embarrassment of the gift, I packed it into my weekender bag in the hopes that he might want to try. Except I’m not really sure how to broach that subject tonight. How does someone propose anal?

Do I just say, “ hey can you put it in my butt? ”

Is it really that simple?

In the middle of my inner monologue, Spencer bursts back into the bathroom. “Do you like waffles?”

“Cheese and rice, Spencer James!” I shout, panicked. “You scared the hell out of me.”

He at least has the decency to appear sheepish. “Sorry, Shortstack. I just wanted to know if you like waffles.”

Chuckling, I answer him, “It’s okay. And yeah, I like waffles. Why? ”

“Because,” he says with a wide grin, “I found a waffle maker and can’t pass up the opportunity to use it. The bacon is cooking, and the fruit is all washed. Are you about done?”

I shake my head and smile at his excitement. “I’m done. Just got lost in thought.”

“Everything okay?”

My heart immediately warms. “I didn’t say it was anything bad. I very well could have been thinking about dirty thoughts before you burst in here,” I shrug.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he sighs.

I step out of the shower and toss him a wink after grabbing my towel. “I know.”

Spencer grasps my towel, pulling me into him. “But you’re my something, aren’t you, Buttercup?”

“Only yours, Daredevil,” I tell him and then raise on to my tiptoes to kiss him. “Go start the waffles. I still need to brush my hair and braid it. I only need ten minutes tops.”

“Take your time.” And with that, he walks out of the bathroom.

I grab my skin care essentials, leave-in conditioner, and my smoothing balm out of my toiletry bag, getting to work on my face and hair. Fifteen minutes later—oops, I really shouldn’t make promises when it comes to my hair—I make my way down to the kitchen.

But before I reach him, he stops me. “Go sit at the breakfast nook, please. I’ll bring you your food and coffee.”

“Yes sir,” I say sarcastically as I turn to go to the table.

“You’re actually trying to kill me. Go sit your sweet ass down and wait quietly for me.” I watch as he runs his hand over his face, but even his massive hands can’t hide the grin underneath.

I don’t say anything, just smile and nod and sit down.

Not too long after I sit, does he bring over a lovely serving tray he must have found, loaded with all of our breakfast goodies.

I’m still watching him as he sets it down, enjoying the way his eyes dance with excitement.

It’s cute—maybe a little odd. I mean who gets this worked up over waffles.

But then I look down at one of the plates and immediately realize why he was so giddy.

“It was a Shrek waffle maker?!”

“Yes! I was rifling through the cabinets to see what all they had and found this gem—plus the green food coloring,” he says with a huge smile, “and if you lift up those first couple of Shrek heads, you’ll find his yappy sidekick.”

“I’m sure the color of them will only make the Shrek waffle experience even better. And are you serious? It had different plates?”

His grin somehow manages to grow even wider. “It did. I know it’s probably goofy, but I couldn’t help myself.”

“It’s definitely goofy. However, I enjoy goofy when it’s you.”

I don’t miss the shy smile he tries to hide. “Perfect. Let’s dig in.”

After we finish eating and clean up, we move our stuffed Donkey and Shrek waffle bodies to the couch to chill out and find a movie to watch. And staying on theme, we choose to watch Shrek.

Apparently, we were both very into this franchise as kids—which I love. With every new and surprising tidbit I learn about Spencer, the harder it is to ignore my feelings. Being genuinely shocked we have so much in common is just an added perk.

And so far, I have not found a single reason to think a future with him won’t work out. The thought both terrifies and excites me.

Shrek is a movie I could quote word for word.

It’s a useless talent, but it’s fun. Remembering how Spencer didn’t mind when I said lines at the drive-in, I allow myself to do it this time.

There’s still that small pit in my stomach that tends to form when thinking of how Chance reacted and treated me.

But when Spencer starts to imitate one of my favorite scenes, the relief I feel is crazy. It shouldn’t be that big of a deal to me, yet, it is. I jump in as his scene partner, and we continue reciting the movie in unison until it’s over.

“Hey Spence?” I peek up at him from my spot on the couch. “Thank you for helping me feel like myself again.”

“Emmy, I’m glad you feel like yourself again, but I haven’t done anything. ”

“You have though. In small ways and more. I’m starting to feel more like I did back when you first met me. Not completely as carefree as college me was . . . but more than I was before we started this.” I gesture between us.

“Well, I’m happy about that and I can see a change in you. I think it’s more to do with you being back here—choosing to go back to school, being with the people who love you and missed having you around.”

“I think if we hadn’t started this charade, I’d still be sulking in my room at the apartment and trying to come up with excuses to not go out with the group.

” He tries to butt in, but I don’t let him.

“Now, I’m not saying I wouldn’t have eventually gotten to this point on my own. But you definitely pushed it along.”

“I only wanted to see you smiling and happy because the version of you that I met in the diner was defeated. You had this glow about you at that party that was so bright it was impossible to look away from you, but it was nowhere to be found back in June.” He tenderly touches my cheek.

“And I will do anything to make sure that glow never disappears again, Emmaline.”

Just when I think he can’t get any more perfect, he says something like that. And it triggers the memory of my minor meltdown at the anniversary party. I’d given up on the idea of finding a relationship resembling my parents’.

But with Spencer, it truly feels possible.