Page 54 of You Found Me (The Meadow Springs #1)

Emmaline

We’ve been snuggling in the hammock for the last half hour, my playlist softly filling the air from the speaker behind us.

“What is something you believe that you’ve never told anyone? Doesn’t have to be anything deep.” I break our comfortable silence.

“Hmm . . . the fact that I think octopuses are actually aliens.”

“ What? ”

Shrugging, he simply states, “Their DNA is incredibly peculiar. And so much of the ocean has yet to be explored. Who’s to say they aren’t ocean aliens?”

“Ocean aliens? Really?” I ask, struggling to keep my laugh in.

“Yes! Have you ever really looked at those things? They’re strange and can camouflage themselves. I don’t know about you, but that feels very extraterrestrial to me,” he says. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“So, let me start off by saying I barely believe this but it’s enough that I’ve never spoken it out loud.”

“ Ooh, color me intrigued.”

“Penguins actually were the first to walk on the moon. ”

Spencer turns his head towards me, comically slow. “Penguins? On the moon? You think penguins were sent up in a spaceship . . .”

It’s my turn to shrug. “If you can think octopus are aliens, why can’t I think penguins went to the moon?”

“Are you sure you didn’t just see that in one of those animated movies about zoo animals?”

I playfully punch his arm. “No. If anything, the creators of those penguins could’ve easily based their shenanigans on some secret penguin society.”

He’s trying hard to stifle his laughter but not doing it very well. His face is red and that stupid, hot dimple is poking out in between puffs of giggles.

“I probably shouldn’t say that I also think koalas and kangaroos are animatronics designed to attract people to visit Australia, huh?”

That’s what makes him lose it. He laughs loud and hard enough that he begins to cry, which in turn makes me break out in laughter. These aren’t things I’ve ever told anyone else before because I know how crazy and weird they make me sound.

But somehow Spencer makes me feel comfortable enough to let the quirky parts of me come out.

We both finally catch our breath, sitting in silence under the stars for a bit before and he suddenly remembers what I mentioned earlier. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“You know how this morning I mentioned that was a first for me and you said you’d take whatever firsts I’d let you have?

” he nods, waiting for me to continue. “There’s one in particular that I’d like to start working towards tonight.

If you’re up for it. And if it’s not something you want, we can act like this conversation never happened.

I don’t necessarily need it—I’ve only dabbled a little with myself.

And not to always bring up my ex, but he said it was ‘disgusting’ and he’d never do it.

But maybe you think it’s ‘disgusting’ too—which if you do, ignore that I brought any of this up.

In fact, maybe I can find one of those flash pens to erase your memory.

But wait, I guess that would erase all your memories and that would be bad.

Don’t think your family would like that very much. ”

“Emmy. Breathe,” he commands with a soft chuckle. “I need you to ask me for exactly what you want, Buttercup.”

Taking a slow, deep breath, I sit up and mumble, “I want you to take my other virginity.”

“What was that?”

“I want to do anal.”

I hear him groan and I immediately feel embarrassed.

Rather than running, I mentally brace myself before turning around. “I’m sorry. Let’s go back to our previous conversation.”

“No,” he simply says.

“No, what?”

“No. I’m not telling you more of my weird secrets, because we’re actually going to discuss what you just asked.

But first, let’s go inside to talk about it.

I’d prefer to look at you.” When I give a small nod, he slowly gets out of the hammock and then helps me out before grabbing the small portable speaker and shutting it off.

Spence lights one of the fireplaces and we get settled on the big couch, facing one another and I prepare for him to shoot me down. He reaches out, grabbing my hands in his.

“I’m going to say something, and I hope you don’t take it any other way than the one I intend.

But after your gorgeous face, your ass is my favorite attribute of yours.

” He watches for my reaction and when he smirks, I know he sees the pleased look in my eyes and the flush of my cheeks.

“If I could bite it without you thinking I’m a freak, I would.

So the idea of taking you, watching my cock slide in and out of your ass, drives me fucking wild, Emmy. ”

My heart starts beating faster in tandem with the pulsing between my legs.

He wants this. He wants to do these new and exciting things with me. And he’s right, I do know how much he likes my ass. Or I guess loves , considering he dropped that bomb earlier.

Now isn’t the time for me to think about that. I’m choosing to focus on the fact that he wants to take that step with me .

“Have you ever done it before?” I ask and he starts to answer but I cut him off, “Wait. Don’t answer that. I don’t want to know about the other women before me.”

“You don’t have to hear about other women in this instance because no, I’ve never done so with anyone.

” My shoulders relax and I realize I’d tensed up.

“That’s not to say I’ve never wanted to try it.

I can only assume this isn’t a new desire for you?

” Shaking my head, he continues, “Let me guess, he didn’t handle it well? ”

“Ding ding ding,” I say sarcastically.

“Douche-canoe,” he mutters to himself, making me laugh. “Once again, his loss is my gain. I’m sure you know we can’t jump right into it, right?”

“Yeah, I know. I might have started working on it myself. And it’s possible that Mia has helped.”

When his eyes almost bug out of his head, I realize how that sounds.

“Oh god. No. I only meant she got me a training kit after I mentioned it one night when we were drinking.”

“I know you guys are close, all of you, but I didn’t think it was that kind of close,” he laughs. “Not even a little surprised she got something so personal for you. She’s a handful.”

“That she is.”

“Have you opened them?”

I feel hot again. “I have. And it’s possible I’ve used the smallest one once.”

“Fuck me, Emmy. How did it feel?”

“It felt incredible. I’ve used a finger before and that was good, but these are tapered to stretch the more you take. They also came with a bullet vibrator that goes inside the plug.”

He looks up at the ceiling, and I can see his mouth moving before he looks back down to me. “And did you use the vibrator with it?”

“I didn’t. I was already feeling overstimulated from that and rubbing my clit that I thought it would be the thing to take me out. And how embarrassing would my obituary be?”

He shakes his head. “You’re such a dork. If you want to try it with me, we can do it when we get back home. ”

The nervousness I felt earlier rears its head again and I look down to my hands as I wring them. “Um . . . actually, I brought them with me—hoping that we might be able to try it out together. Here.”

His eyes darken. “Upstairs. Now.”

And like a trained animal, I jump up with a giggle that I’ve never heard come out of me before and race upstairs.

Since we showered after the brownie batter debacle, I don’t need to do that.

It might be possible that I prepped myself for this exact thing before I showered, that way if he agreed, I knew I’d be squeaky clean.

After getting naked, I’m bent over, searching through my travel bag on the bench at the foot of the bed for the kit when he comes in. And the only reason I know he’s up here is because I hear him curse. I start to straighten, but he stops me.

“Stay right there. Spread your legs further apart for me.”

I do as he says, waiting for further instruction and for him to realize I’m already wet.

My ears pick up on the rustling of clothes while I wait for him to speak.

It feels like forever before he says anything and when he does, I feel him run a hand slowly down my back.

“You are a goddamn vision, Emmy. Truly.”

“Spence,” I whimper, not knowing what else to say as he makes his way down to my ass before snaking one hand to squeeze my inner thigh.

“Fuck. I can see you’re already dripping for me.”

I can’t find the words, only nodding. It’s when I feel a gentle swipe of his thumb against my slit that I speak, “I need you, Spencer. Please.”

“I know you do. I can see how much you need me. But I think you need something else right now, don’t you?”

“Mhmm.”

“While you could be wet enough, I’d rather make sure this is as painless as possible. Please tell me you thought to bring lube with your kit?”

A breathy scoff escapes, “I did. I have everything we need in this small bag.” I grab it and pass it to him.

He lets me go to take it. The only thing I can hear is my breathing. So when he unzips the bag, the sound is magnified—giving me a rush of excitement. I wait to hear the snap of the lube being opened and instead hear the buzzing of the vibrator turn on and off.

“Just testing it out,” he says, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Without straightening up, move to the right towards the bed, and drape your top half over the mattress. Keep your legs spread on the bench—just like that.”

Once I do what he says, I wait for further instructions or expect him to start. What I don’t expect is him grabbing my ass cheeks, spreading me open. I writhe against the bed, unsure if it’s because I don’t want him looking at me that closely or with excitement.

Thwack!

I should’ve known he would spank me. This isn’t the first time he’s done it.