Page 91 of Revival

Hearing my name wrapped in that raspy tone pushes me closer to the edge.

Without needing my direction, he slips his hand between our sweaty bodies and strokes my clit. Within a few more unwavering thrusts, I’m right there with him.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, wrapping my limbs tight around him and burying my face in his neck. The smell of pine and grease mingles with Spencer’s unique scent.

“That’s it. Come with me, Cortney. It’s been too long. I need to feel you tighten around me.”

With a final swipe across my clit, I’m splintering beneath him. Spencer roars his release. The sound of the guttural groan throws me into a second peak, and I cry out his name.

A few moments pass with only the sound of our labored breaths to break the silence.

“Fuck, baby. A double? Really?”

I crack open an eyelid and glare without heat. “Is that a problem?”

“Hell no.” Spencer grins wickedly. “It just means I have a record to beat.”

A frisson of energy bursts to life at his teasing. The implication is clear. He plans to be here for a while.

“So we’re doing this then?”

Spencer slips free, rolls us to our sides, and yanks the blanket over our naked bodies. “Doing what, fucking? Because I can absolutely fuck you again. Just give me a few minutes to recover.” He runs his fingers through my hair.

I wave my hand vaguely. “This. Us. We’re going to be together.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“Is that what you want?”

His brows pinch together. “Haven’t I made it clear? I want you, Cortney. However it is that I can have you.”

My heart rate kicks up a notch, forcing me to seek confirmation. “No more running?”

Spencer shakes his head and presses a lingering kiss to my lips. “No more running.”

“What about my family? My son?” In the post-orgasm glow, reality begins to seep back in. Just thinking about Oliver gives me a shiver, and not the good kind. He’s nearly big enough to try to kick Spencer’s ass if this doesn’t work out. My boy is protective of me, something ingrained in him by his uncles.

“We can tell them tomorrow.”

My eyes slide to the side. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

His warm hand cups my chin and tilts my face to bring my gaze back to his. “We have time.”

“This town isn’t very big. There aren’t a lot of places to hide.” At his gentle smile, I settle into the pillows, feeling my body relax. Spencer’s scent fills my nose as I burrow deeper into the bed.

“We can tell them whenever you want.”

“Next year sounds nice.”

“I was thinking more like next week.”

My eyes grow wide at the short timeline. Before I can panic, Spencer rolls into me, taking me flat on my back. His fingers continue to sift through my long, messy strands. The rhythmic tugging soothes me.

“I’m kidding. But it wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t tell you that I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

“In a rush for something?”

“Too much time was already stolen from us.” His expression darkens. I find his statement oddly cryptic.

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