Now that Brandon and Spencer’s enemies are on trial for the kidnapping and attempted murder of Spencer, Brandon is focused on making her happy. Brandon wants Spencer to be his forever, but when an unexpected houseguest arrives and becomes a bad influence, will Spencer finally have enough of Brandon and leave him, or is their love strong enough to overcome every obstacle they’ll face?
Nikki's 5 Star Review
I loved the final installment of the B&S series from Brandon's pov. In this book we see how much Brandon blames him self for all that Spencer has gone though at the hands of his ex girlfriend, and ex team mate from his collage days the love he has for Spencer is beyond anything he can really explain. We see Brandon deal with his brother Blake helping him set up his nightclub business even though Blake's presence does cause a few problems between himself and Spencer but she will always be his top priority. Overall a fab series and definitely one I will be recommending, hopefully we will be seeing more from Blake in his own book.
Chapter #1
I never thought for one second
that Spencer would say “no” when I proposed to her. But part of me still feared
she would.
From the moment I saw her at
Club 24, I declared that I was going to marry her. At the time, I thought I was
crazy for spewing those words. Hell, Jason thought I was crazy, too. When I blurted
that I was going to marry her as I walked towards the treadmills, I had no idea
that I actually would want to make her my wife.
I had no idea that she would be
the first and only woman to capture my heart and not let go. I thought I loved
my high school girlfriend, but nothing compares to the love I feel for Spencer.
I didn’t know her name at the
time. I didn’t know her favorite color. I didn’t know how old she was. I didn’t
know if she had a boyfriend; I knew nothing about her. It was as if she walked
in off the street to change my life forever.
And…she did.
The night I first saw her, I
broke up with Christy for good, and it seemed that everything was falling into
place as it should until Christy decided to try to kill Spencer. Then, I
thought everything was behind us until the asshole from my old college
kidnapped Spencer for ransom.
You never think it will happen
to you—that it’s only for TV, movies, and fiction novels. But that’s where
you’re wrong; there are bad people in this world that do crazy shit, and sadly,
I knew them and put Spencer in danger.
Every day was getting closer to
the combined trials against Christy, Michael, and Colin for attempted murder
and kidnapping. They were combining both trials for all counts, and I knew that
it would be easier on Spencer. I hated watching her recount every detail over
and over when interviewed by the police, when talking to the District Attorney,
and when everyone asked her about the events wanting to know what had happened.
Spencer was starting to become
herself again, and the moment I proposed, it was as if I saw all her worries
vanish. I had promised Spencer that I would keep her safe after Christy tried
to kill her, and this time I was going to.
I knew that if Michael had
other people working with him, he wouldn’t go down without naming them as an
accomplice. He hadn’t named anyone, yet, and I was hopeful there was no one
else after Spencer or my money.
The smile that I had on my face
since she said “yes,” hadn’t faded as I walked down the stairs to answer the
front door after leaving Spencer to jump in the shower.
I’d envied Jason and Becca’s
marriage for years. Every day I hoped I would find someone that would make me
happy like Becca did Jason. Spencer was my everything, and my everything said
“yes”.
When I reached the front door,
I squinted in the peephole, Niner right beside me. “What the fuck?” I said in
confusion. “What are you doing here?” I asked after opening the door.
“That’s no way to greet your
one and only brother.” Blake smiled and stepped around me before I could invite
him in. “You’re not happy to see me?” he asked as he petted Niner, causing him
to wag his tail in greeting.
“It’s not that. Of course I am,
but now isn’t a good time. Why didn’t you call?”
“I had to get away, and I used
the plane ticket you got me for Christmas. I assumed it was an open invitation.
Are you and Spencer fighting or something?” he asked, setting his black duffel
bag on the floor.
“Just the opposite. I just
proposed, and you’re ruining my plans.” I shut the door and headed towards the
stairs to join my fiancé in the shower.
“Oh shit! Tonight was the night?” he asked, looking at the
staircase that had all the candles still lit.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“I didn’t know.”
“Just…just stay down here. Go
play with Niner or something.”
“I’ll go to a hotel.”
“No. Stay. Just let me go tell
Spencer. She’s in the shower.”
Blake had a way of ruining
everything. He had good intentions, but who flies almost two thousand miles
without calling? My selfish brother, that’s who.
I left Blake, blowing out the
candles as I went upstairs to return to Spencer. I couldn’t believe that my
brother showed up out of the blue, and of all nights it had to be the night I
wanted to see Spencer in nothing but her new diamond ring.
As soon as I entered our
bedroom, I began stripping out of my clothes. Blake could wait. I needed a
shower, and I needed a shower with my girl.
“Hey, what took you so long?”
Spencer asked, slipping her arms around my neck.
“Blake’s here,” I said,
stepping in closer to her so our bodies were flush.
“Really?”
“Yep.” I grabbed her ass and
pulled her against me as close as our bodies would allow. I loved having her
naked body against me, and I wasn’t going to let my brother ruin my plans.
“Did you know he was coming?”
“Nope, he said he needed to get
away and used the plane ticket we gave him for Christmas.”
“Couldn’t he have asked? I
mean, this is an important night.”
“Babe, you know how Blake is.
He doesn’t always use his head,” I murmured as I started to kiss along her
neck.
“I know.” She sighed. “Can he
maybe get a hotel room for the night?”
“I guess, but we haven’t seen
him in, what? Five months?” I’m not sure why I said that. This was an important
night, and Blake had already offered to get a hotel room for the night.
“I know—you’re right. I just
wanted to walk around naked for the night,” she said, biting her lower lip and
giving me her most innocent smile, making my cock twitch in response.
I
was thinking the same exact thing.
“I’ll make it up to you another
night—I promise.”
“But that other night won’t be
the night you proposed and I said ‘yes’.”
“I know, Baby…” I paused and
looked into her eyes. What was I doing? Blake could wait. “What if we get a
hotel room in the city, you call in sick tomorrow and we order room service,
eat breakfast in bed and then spend the rest of the day with Blake? He can take
care of Niner tonight. It will give him time to clear his head, too, since that
was the reason he jumped on a plane and flew thousands of miles unannounced.”
“Well, he did come all this
way. Maybe we should spend time with him?”
“No, he’ll understand. I’m sure
he’ll be here longer than one night. We’ll hang out with him tomorrow. Plus I
want to see you wearing nothing but your new ring and a smile for the rest of
the night.”
My dick was already hard from
seeing Spencer’s naked body, and the moment she smiled after I told her I
wanted her to basically be naked the whole night, it stiffened more, agreeing
to Spencer being naked all night.
I backed her against the tiled
wall, the warm water showering our bodies, and I kissed her starting with her
lips. She moaned when my tongue swiped inside her mouth and continued moaning
as I thrust into her with my hard, bare length, her body sliding against the
slippery wall, not stopping until she screamed my name for a second time in
twenty minutes.
I loved the feel of Spencer’s
warmth wrapped around my dick with nothing covering it. All these years, I
never went without a condom, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was missing
out, but it never felt right.
Now, with Spencer, it felt
right—it felt perfect.
~
After packing a bag for the
night, Spencer and I walked down to tell Blake the plan. I didn’t know why he
needed to “get away”, but I didn’t care. He was my brother, but his problems
could wait a night.
“Hey, Buddy,” Spencer said,
kneeling down to love on Niner as he ran around the corner to us. “You and your
daddy are very sneaky.”
“Well, it was all his idea.” I
laughed.
“Spencer!” Blake said, walking
up to Spencer with open arms. “How’s my Poker Shark?”
“Hey, Blake, it’s good to see
you. How are you?”
“Your Poker Shark?” I questioned.
“Anyone who can beat you is my Poker Shark,” Blake said then turned
back to Spencer. “I’m good, Spence. Sorry to come unannounced. I had no idea
tonight was the night. I should have
called first.”
“It’s okay. It will be fun
having you here. How long are you planning on visiting?”
“A few days—maybe a week tops,
if that’s okay?”
“That’s fine with me. You and
Brandon can have quality brother time.” She smiled at both of us.
It would be nice having my
brother visiting. Since moving to California, I’ve barely seen him.
“Spencer and I are getting a
hotel room in the city tonight. Can you take care of Niner until tomorrow? You
can take Spencer’s car and meet us for lunch, and we can spend the afternoon
with you…give you a mini tour of San Francisco,” I said.
“Nah, I should be the one to
get a hotel room,” Blake said, taking his phone out of his pocket.
“It’s okay. Really. This way, I
don’t have to cook and can spend more time naked with Spencer,” I said,
slapping Spencer’s ass.
“Whoa, TMI, Babe, T.M.I.”
“Well, if you insist, but let
me see the rock before you leave,” Blake said.
Spencer stuck out her hand, her
diamond sparkling in the light with a smile that matched. A smile instantly
appeared on my face, too.
“Damn, Bro, you’re going to
make me compete with that?” Blake asked, looking over me.
“You’re proposing to Stacey?”
Spencer asked.
“Oh, no, no, no—I will never
get married. I’m just messin’ with Brandon,” he said, slapping me on the
shoulder.
“You two broke up again?”
Spencer asked, my eyes darting between the two of them.
“You guys go—enjoy your night.
We’ll talk about all this tomorrow,” Blake said.
I couldn’t agree more.
~
While Spencer and Blake chit
chatted, I called around to different hotels to make a reservation for the
night in the city. A lot of places were sold out or only had mediocre rooms.
Even though tonight didn’t exactly go as planned, it was turning out to be
better than I’d planned.
I would never tell Blake, but
him showing up allowed me to book a hotel room in the city with chocolate
covered strawberries and champagne. I should have done that already, but I
guess things have a way of working themselves out. My plan for home was just to
have a glass of wine and a bath, but champagne and strawberries made the night
even better.
Spencer and I drove into the
city, and after I valet parked at the Ritz Carlton, I checked us into our room
and confirmed with the front desk clerk and manager that everything was set for
our arrival.
Even though it was short
notice, they were going to draw a bath with roses, place candles around the
tub, have champagne chilling, and have a plate of strawberries for us once we
arrived. Usually they required notice, but the front desk manager was a regular
at Club 24, and in exchange, I would take care of a year membership for him.
“Ready to go, future Mrs.
Montgomery?” I asked, approaching where Spencer sat on a couch in the lobby.
“Yep.”
We rode the elevator up with a
bellboy and talked about my proposal. It seemed that Spencer was still in shock
that I had proposed. Maybe not the fact that I had proposed because she knew I
wanted to make her my wife, but more of the timing of the proposal.
I watched Spencer take in the
hotel suite when we entered. I was in awe at how quickly everything was done,
but it was perfect. I tipped the bellboy then followed Spencer as she inspected
the glowing bathroom.
“How did you do this?” she
asked.
“When I called to make the
reservation, I asked them to do it. I was going to do something similar at home
for after dinner.”
“Is the water still warm?”
Spencer asked, leaning over and dipped her hand into the tub. “Oh it’s perfect.
How did I get so lucky?”
How did she get lucky? I was the lucky one. I knew that Spencer was made
for me. I never really believed in soul mates before, but after watching Becca
and Jason for years, I knew there was such a thing. I just never knew I would
find mine.
“No, the question is: How did I get so lucky?” I said, kissing her
softly. “And there should be…” I turned and started to walk out of the
bathroom, “champagne and strawberries here, too.” I looked over at the desk to
where a tray of strawberries sat with a bucket with ice and a bottle of
champagne. “Shall we?” I asked, nudging my head towards the steaming bathtub
holding the tray and bucket.
“Yes, we shall,” she said with
a smile.
After we took a relaxing bath
and ate room service, Spencer placed the tray outside the door. When she turned
to stand in front of the bed, peering down at me, she was biting her lip and
looking at me like she wanted to devour me.
“You know what happens when you
look at me that way, right?” I asked, lying on the bed with my arms behind my
head.
She paused, looking over my
entire body. My dick was instantly up and ready to play again. “No, what
happens?” she asked.
“Why don’t you come over here
and find out?” I smiled.
Spencer walked over to the side
of the bed where I lay, and I sat up, swinging my legs to cage her in as I
slowly started to untie her robe. The robe fell to the floor, pooling around
her feet, and she stood there naked in front of me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I
whispered, admiring her naked body.
“And you’re so fucking hot!”
she blurted, making us both laugh a little.
“Well, I’m glad you think so.
If you didn’t, we would have a problem,” I said, leaning forward and placing a
kiss on her stomach.
Her hands ran through my hair
then down to my neck. She bent down enough for me to suck on her breast,
flicking her nipple with my tongue until it puckered. I loved every inch of her
soft skin. It was sweet and salty: a perfect combination that made my mouth
water.
I kissed my way down the valley
of her chest and to her other nipple, making it pucker like the other side. My
hands moved over her back to her ass, and I pulled her forward as I leaned back
on the bed. My mouth still sucked her tits, making her moan as she lay on top
of me.
I slowly turned her over, her
legs hanging off the side of the bed with her back flat on the firm mattress.
My tongue dragged along her collarbone, then slowly I ran my tongue up the side
of her neck before finally kissing her soft lips, tasting a faint hint of
champagne. She reached between us, loosening the tie of my robe as our tongues
tasted one another.
“Hold on,” I said, rising off
of her to stand up.
“Wha…what? Why?” she asked,
trying to reach for me.
“I have an idea,” I said,
shrugging my robe off.
I walked over and grabbed the
champagne and ice bucket from the desk in the room. Reaching my hand in the
melting ice, I grabbed a cube and looked up at Spencer, who had moved to the
center of the bed. I watched as Spencer slipped her hand down between her legs
and started to rub herself.
“I love it when you play with
yourself,” I groaned.
She continued to play with
herself, the ice melting in my hands, and I lay on the side of her, circling
the freezing ice around her nipple and then the other. She moaned, rubbing her
clit faster, water cascading down her body and onto the bed as I slid the ice
cube down her belly toward her center.
Using the ice, I slid it down
to Spencer’s navel, rubbing on her stomach until the remaining ice melted, some
of it pooling in her belly button. I leaned over and slurped the water out,
then reached over and grabbed another ice cube and the champagne bottle.
Goosebumps rose as I slid
another ice cube down her stomach again, not stopping at her belly button this
time, but continuing further to her hand that still stroked her clit.
“Here, use this,” I said,
handing her the ice cube and returning to the bucket to grab more ice.
She slid the ice up and down
her slit, the ice disappearing as I watched. My hard, throbbing cock pressed
into her outer thigh, loving the feel of her skin as I slid two ice cubes
around her torso.
The ice melted, and I grabbed
the champagne again and slowly poured it over her stomach. “Mmmmm, you taste
even better like this,” I said, drinking the champagne from her chest valley
and navel.
She reached her free hand
between our sides and stroked my dick, and I hissed out a groan at the contact.
“Will you do it—please?” she begged.
I loved watching Spencer please
herself, but I loved being the one to make her come, knowing it was my touch
that pleased her. She released me, and I moved between her legs, crouching down
and licking between her legs, drinking her arousal. She moaned, and I glanced
up, peering at her as my tongue continued to lick and Spencer kneaded each tit.
My tongue slid up, swirling
around her clit, and she moaned again. I loved hearing her moan in
pleasure—pleasure I was creating.
“Even though,” I said between a
swipe with my tongue, “I just tasted this not that many hours ago, I will never
get tired of tasting you.
“Yeah… don’t stop,” she moaned
again.
I didn’t stop. My tongue
flicked her clit until she screamed, her orgasm causing her to stiffen and arch
off the bed. “Fuck me!” she panted.
“Oh, I plan on it, future Mrs.
Montgomery. On your knees.”
She lay there for a moment, her
body coming down from her high with me admiring her beauty as I sat back on my
heels. Spencer was going to be my wife, and she made me a happy man—a very
happy man.
She got to her hands and knees,
and the bed dipped as I came up and positioned myself behind her. I pressed
against her pussy, her juices coating the tip of my cock, and I slid in, not
thinking twice about using a condom.
Her back arched like a cat, her
warmth engulfing my dick. My balls slapped against her pussy as I increased my
thrusts, gripping her hips tight as I pounded into her.
Spencer bucked her hips back,
meeting my thrusts. “Fuck,” she moaned, her body shattering and gripping my
cock tight, causing me to lose it, and I came, groaning my own release.
I pulled out, cum dripping down
the back of her thigh. Reaching over, I grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to
clean it up.
“This is one bad thing about
not wearing condoms,” she said.
“What is?”
“It’s messy,” she said,
giggling slightly.
“Now I just need to invest in
tissues instead of condoms,” I said, kissing her right butt cheek before
slapping it playfully.
After cleaning up, we lay
wrapped around each other, and I fell asleep with my fiancé in my arms.
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