Spencer Cohen Series, Book Three (The Spencer Cohen Series 3) (6 page)

Later that night, when I was in my bed alone, it got the better of me. I shot him a text.
I know we’re supposed to be having solo time, but my bed smells of you and I had to say goodnight.

His response was almost immediate.
Oh thank God you texted me. I was going insane. My bed smells of you too.

I smiled at the small screen.
I wanted to text you since the second you left.

Me too.

When will I see you this week?

Tuesday night? You can teach me how to cook something else.

Sounds perfect.

My place, half six.

Are you taking the piss at my time telling skills?

Absolutely. But I’ll make it up to you on Tuesday night.

Sounds promising.

JSYK, I just added tea, a kettle, and douching bulbs to my shopping list.

I burst out laughing.
Goodnight Andrew.

Sweet dreams, Spencer.

I slid my phone onto my bedside table and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

* * * *

I spent the next two days being Lola’s lackey for her on-site jobs and helping Emilio out in the shop. I cheated with a few texts to Andrew, and he called me on Monday night, just to hear my voice. Or so he said.

We were officially both emotional saps, because the sound of his voice eased something inside me the second I answered the phone.

But by Tuesday night, I was so incredibly ready to see him. How could two days seem so long? Every minute dragged like torture, but he opened the door and smiled at me and all was right with my world.

He pulled me inside by my shirt and kissed me so thoroughly, I couldn’t think straight. We stumbled back until his arse hit the back of the sofa, our mouths never apart. I could feel his erection pressing against me. I could feel his need, the urgency in his touch.

I broke the kiss to breathe. Between his scent, his kiss, and the lack of oxygen, my head was starting to spin. “Hi,” I said, out of breath.

His lips were plump and wet. “Hi.” His breath was sweet and warm, and his cock was hot and hard. “Sarah will be here soon,” he said. “She’s not staying. Just needs to collect something. Fuck, I’ve missed you.”

I barked out a laugh. “I’ve missed you too.” I pulled our hips together, rubbing against his hard-on. He moaned and bucked against me. Jesus, he was desperate. “How long have we got before she gets here?”

Andrew slid his hand between us and undid his fly. “Not long.” He reached inside his briefs and pulled out his cock. To say I was surprised at how brazen he was being was an understatement. “Please, Spencer. I’m about to come.” He put his free hand on my shoulder and urged me down. I went to my knees willingly, and the second I took him into my mouth, Andrew fisted my hair and guided me. He was in complete control, and I simply closed my eyes and opened my throat.

By the time his sister arrived, Andrew was relaxed with a smug smile and glassy eyes. “Oh, God,” Sarah waved her hands in front of her face. “I can smell the testosterone and pheromones in here,” she said.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and she greeted me with a smile and a kiss to my cheek. “Spencer, I take it you’re the reason for the look on my brother’s face.” She collected a box from the sofa, which I hadn’t even noticed, and said, “Can’t stay. Have fun, though I can tell you already have. See you both on Sunday.” She kissed Andrew on the cheek, waved to me, and was gone as quick as she arrived.

Andrew locked the door behind her and said, “She’s going to Mom and Dad’s and wanted some of my old books to take to Yanni.” Then he walked slowly over to me. “I probably should apologise about before. I’ve done nothing but think about you for two days, and I was a little turned on.”

I put my hand to his face and kissed him softly. “Just a little?”

He smiled, but his eyes were intense and full of fire. “Now it’s your turn.” He gently pushed me backwards until I sat on the sofa.

“Aren’t we supposed to be cooking dinner?” I asked.

He knelt between my legs, undid my zipper, and licked his lips. “We are. This is the first course. Then we cook, then you rim me, then you fuck me.”

Oh, yeah
. Bossy Andrew was back. His words went straight to my cock. “Have I ever told you that it turns me on when you say filthy things like that?”

He smiled. A faint blush coloured his cheeks. He freed my erection, and I put my hand to his jaw as he took me in. I thumbed his lip as I slid into his mouth, and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked me. He’d quite often pulled my hair when I blew him, and I wondered if he’d like me to do the same. I slid my hand into his short, spikey hair and fisted it the best I could.

He moaned and sucked harder.

Fuck.

“Yeah, you like that,” I said, my voice gruff and harsh. I pulled on his hair again and elicited the same reaction from him. He took me deeper and swallowed around me, sucking my orgasm from me. I came down his throat, wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me. My blood warmed in my veins, and my balls ached in the best possible way.

Andrew pulled off me, and I lifted his face for a kiss. He leaned against my chest, and I slumped into the sofa. “Wow.”

Andrew hummed a contented response and looked up at me. “I think we’re ready for food now.”

I laughed. “You’re insatiable. Sex, food, sex, food.”

He got to his feet and pulled me to mine, and I quickly tucked myself back in and made myself presentable. I was a little dizzy, and Andrew smiled at me. “I also enjoy music and conversation. So, how about you select some music. I’ll get the dinner ingredients out of the fridge and tell you all about my day. How does that sound?”

I pulled his chin between my thumb and finger and drew him in for a smiley-kiss. “Sounds like you’re a bossy shit.”

Andrew just smiled and walked into the kitchen. I heard the fridge open and the rustle of bags. “I hope steak and salad sounds okay. I googled
easiest dinners to cook at home
and thought it sounded best. Oh, you’ll never guess what happened at work today,” he said. “It was so funny… Have you picked some music yet?”

The truth was, I was still standing exactly where he’d left me, smiling like an idiot. “Just looking now.” I went over to his record player and saw some records he didn’t have last time I was here. “Hey, you never told me you got this one?”

I turned to find him at the doorway that leads to the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. “Oh yeah, I picked it up yesterday. And I got the
Best of Australian 80s
for you. Wasn’t sure if it was your thing, but I saw it and it made me think of you, so yeah, I got it.” He blushed a little, which was all part of the paradox that was Andrew Landon. He could demand me to get on my knees and suck his dick without batting an eyelid, yet he’d blush at the most innocent of things.

“It’s really great,” I told him. “Thank you.” I slid the album out of its sleeve and put it carefully onto the turntable and lowered the tonearm. I walked straight over to Andrew and kissed him soundly. “You’re remarkable.” He blinked and straightened his sweater vest like he was trying to brush off my compliment. I lifted his chin so he looked directly into my eyes. “You’re a remarkable man, Andrew. Now, about that steak…”

We cut salad and cooked steak, all while Andrew recounted his day at work. I laughed as he told me the story that had him and Shell in stitches, and he listened intently as I told him how Lola did the makeup for a marketing photoshoot while I handed her brushes and palettes like a nurse hands a surgeon scalpels. He didn’t believe me that there are over a hundred shades of pink, and not only did Lola have them all, but I could almost discern the difference between
Ego
and
Swish
, and I was now considered an expert in kabuki brushes.

After dinner we planted ourselves in front of the TV for a while, watching Jeopardy. I was leaning back and Andrew was half laying on me with our hands entwined on his chest as we tried to outdo each other with correct answers.

When the show cut to an ad break, like I was a contestant on Jeopardy, I said, “I’d like to choose my favourite subject, thanks, Alec.”

Andrew chuckled and played along. “And that is?”

“Andrew.”

He squeezed my hand. “Okay, first clue. Andrew’s—”

I pressed down on his chest like it was a buzzer. “Bzzzz. What is nine inches?”

He laughed. “Correct.”

“Have you really ever measured it?”

“Veto.”

“So that’s a yes.”

“No.”

I laughed. “Next clue.”

“Will you interrupt this one?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “Andrew’s favourite—”

I used his chest as a buzzer again. “Bzzzz. What is sex and food? And music and conversation, but mostly sex and food.”

He laughed, vibrating against my chest. “Correct.”

“I’m good at this game.”

Andrew snorted before he gave another clue. “Andrew said we’d be doing this tonight.”

“Bzzzz.” I buzzered him again. “What is rimming and fucking?”

He burst out laughing and got up. He held his hand out for me and pulled me to my feet. “Correct again. You are tonight’s winner. Want to collect your prize?”

Keeping hold of his hand, I led him upstairs. “Hell yes, I do.”

* * * *

“Look at your smile,” Lola said. She and Daniela were taking the piss out of me. I’d been wearing one of those
ridiculous smiles
again, apparently.

“I’m not saying anything that will only incriminate me further.” I walked to the door. “I’m doing a coffee run. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Emilio grabbed his junk.

“Not that piece.”

“Oh,” he said, laughing me off. “Coffee would be great.”

I held my hand out for Lola. “My fair lady, care to accompany me?”

“Will you give me all the dirty details?”

“Absolutely not. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell. Or have fantastic sex, rim jobs, and blowjobs and tell, as the case might be.”

Emilio put his hands over his ears. “Oh man, la la la la la.” Daniela clapped her hands together and laughed, and Lola grinned as she skipped over to me and slipped her hand through my arm. We laughed all the way to the café.

* * * *

Friday night couldn’t come quick enough. I hadn’t seen Andrew since Tuesday night. We spoke every night on the phone and we texted each other often, but I hadn’t touched him, kissed him, or felt him against me in three days.

It was officially ridiculous.

I loved spending time with my friends.
Loved it
. But when I thought about Andrew, I got that giddy, jittery-butterflies kind of feeling. He made my heart lose rhythm—when his name flashed up on my phone, the sound of his voice, the buzz of my phone knowing it was a message from him. My stupid heart tripped over in my chest.

It was kind of wonderful.

Our plan was to spend Friday night and Saturday morning together, then do our own thing on Saturday night, like spend time with our friends. Then we’d do the lunch date at his parents’ place on Sunday.

I was ready to throw those plans out the window the second I saw him on Friday afternoon. He was early, and I was in the cubicle Daniela used for piercings, helping her with inventory when he poked his head around the curtain.

“Hey.”

I was literally stuck for words. The mere sight of him made me lose track of all coherent thought and social graces because as soon as my stupid brain registered seeing him, I tossed my spreadsheet, and in three strides I had my hands on his face and was kissing him.

He laughed against my mouth. “I hope you don’t greet everyone like that.”

I pulled back and slid one arm around him instead. “Not
every
one.”

He laughed and waved a hello at Daniela. “Sorry to interrupt.”

She had picked up my discarded paperwork, putting it back together with a smile. She looked fondly at me. “It’s hard to be pissed at him when he looks so happy, yes?”

I rolled my eyes, and keeping him against me, I pushed him toward the back door. “See you guys later,” I called out. “We’ll just be going now.”

Andrew chuckled as we made it outside, and leaving me behind, he took the stairs two at a time up to my flat. He turned and looked down at me. “What are you waiting for?”

“Just watching your arse as you climb those stairs. You really do fill out those work pants so very well.”

He grinned. “Wanna know what else I fill in very well?”

I took the stairs slowly, our gazes never breaking. “What’s that?” I asked, though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant. I wanted to hear him say it.

I reached the top of the stairs, and he leaned his back against my door. He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed, but his eyes were full of fire and promise. “You. I fill you up, very well.”

Fuck.

I put my key into the lock, almost pressing against him, and opened the door. Andrew walked backwards into my flat, and no sooner had I stepped inside did he push the door shut behind me and push me against it. He was all hard muscles and warm and strong, he smelled divine, and he was already hard. “I want to fill you, right now.”