Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Corbin

Marcus’s arms went around me, my cheek resting against his pec. “Wow…you’re not as comfy as I used to think you were. Too hard. Spencer is way softer and cozier.”

Marcus gave me his deep laugh. “He’s good for you.”

“He is.”

“You’re good for him too. He’s crazy about you.”

“He is,” I answered, not trying to be funny or cocky. Spencer was crazy about me. He loved me. And I was worthy of that love.

Marcus said, “Who would have thought, huh? A few years ago, I never would have seen the four of us here, but it’s right. It’s the way it’s supposed to be. Kai is…”

“Kai is good for you. And you’re good for him. Same with Parker and Elliott, and Dec and Sebastian. Poor guys, getting stuck with friends like us.”

“Holy shit, right?” Marcus said as we continued to dance. “They have their work cut out for them, but they can handle it. No one would be able to do it except them.”

No, they wouldn’t. The same way the Beach Bums were meant to be best friends, those men were meant to be with us. We were a family of eight, who would do anything for each other.

“We’re fucking lucky,” I said.

“We are.” Marcus kissed my temple. “Love you, kid.”

“Love you too, Daddy M.”

He chuckled, and then we were quiet as we danced.

A few minutes later, we returned to the group, Marcus’s arms immediately going around Kai. We hung out for a little while, until Spencer found me again.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asked.

“Sure. Hopefully sex is involved.” I pumped my brows. “Are you sure you can leave early?”

“I arranged it ahead of time. They can handle it without me.”

“Well, then I’m not going to argue. Do you need to call for a car?”

“Nope. Mine is here.”

I frowned. “How…”

“I have my ways.”

Excitement skittered down my spine. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

It was a short drive. When he parked, I frowned, recognizing we were at the beach where we had met. “This is a private beach, remember? I mean, I’m game for anything, but you know we might get arrested if we’re caught here, right?” I pressed my lips together to keep from smiling because this was incredible. Whatever was happening, I already loved it.

“This night won’t end in being arrested. Morgan helped me get in touch with the owner. Apparently, she’s a romantic.”

“You could have talked me into going even if that wasn’t the case.”

“You say that like I don’t know it.”

“I need to meet Morgan.”

But Morgan seemed to have a lot going on. He hadn’t seen Spencer much lately either.

“We’ll make it happen soon.”

We got out of the car, Spencer going for the trunk. He handed bags to me, before grabbing another and a basket himself.

“Wow. This definitely took a lot of planning.” Planning he had done for me. I was so excited to spend my life with this man.

“It did. I’m clearly an incredible boyfriend. I’m fairly certain there’s no one out there who’s better than me.”

“I mean, I think I run a close second, and depending on the day, could be in first.”

“That’s why we belong together.”

We so totally did.

We bypassed the many signs stating that this was a private beach, since we had the owner’s permission. We took the stairs up from the road and then down to the beach, where we took our shoes off as soon as we got to the sand. Spencer didn’t stop where the party had been, making his way down the beach toward that spot where we’d sat and talked, where he’d almost kissed me for the first time all those years ago.

“Are you going to propose?” I asked.

“Um…I didn’t take into consideration that you might wonder about that, and now I’m afraid this is going to be a disappointment.”

I chuckled. “It’s okay. I probably would have been jealous you got to be the one to ask, so we’re okay. We have time for that.”

He grinned.

I grinned.

We were ridiculous.

“I fucking love us,” I said.

“I love us too.”

It wasn’t long before I saw fairy lights in the distance. As we got closer, I noticed the tent, and a wooden platform that hadn’t been there years ago. The lights were strung over it, attached to beams. There was a firepit there too, a portable one, so I figured he’d done that part for me.

“It’s not the exact spot, but what a coincidence that they installed this so close.”

I dropped the bags onto the sand, nearly unable to hear over the blood rushing through my ears.

“You did all this for me?”

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I wanted tonight to be special. You deserve for every night to be special, baby.”

“Totally not going to argue with you,” I teased.

We removed our tux jackets, but when I went for my shirt, Spencer said, “Don’t take that off yet. You’re so fucking hot in it.”

I curtsied. “Thank you.”

We started a fire. No one had ever done something like this for me. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, other than so fucking blessed.

We rolled up our pant legs and walked in the surf, just talking and being. When we got back to our little campsite, Spencer produced bottles to clean the sand from our feet, which we did on the platform. He used his phone to play music, then took my hand, the two of us dancing, with nothing but the ocean keeping us company.

I nestled my face into his chest. “This is where I want to be.”

“Good. It’s where I want you.”

I didn’t know how long we danced, sometimes talking, sometimes quiet, just enjoying being together.

“It’s hard for me to trust,” Spencer said after a while. “It might not seem like it, but it is. I expect the worst, which is likely why I judged you so harshly…but then after DJ…I think a part of me wondered if there was something about me that chased men away. Or maybe not that, but like I wasn’t worth holding on to. That I was easy to replace or forget. I don’t ever feel that way with you.”

Spencer brushed his fingers through my hair while I tried to breathe. “You’re not easy to forget. You’re not replaceable. You’re everything.”

“Move in with me,” Spencer said softly. “Move all your stuff into my apartment, or we can stay at yours. I want the address on our licenses to be the same. I want our mail in the same mailbox. I want to know that we’ll be in the same bed every night. Move in with me and let me spend my life showing you how fucking loved you are.”

I paused for a moment, trying to figure out if my brain was playing tricks on me or if I’d really heard what I thought I had. Maybe it was silly to be so surprised. Spencer and I had basically lived with each other since the start of our friendship turned relationship, but I’d also wondered why he’d never mentioned making it official. Now he was, and that was very real. This sounded like two names on one lease and…forever. It sounded like forever.

He must have taken my hesitation as me not wanting this because he said, “It’s okay if you’re not ready. I’ve never lived with a partner before, and I want you to know how serious I am about you.”

“Not even DJ?” I asked because, well, because I didn’t have it in me not to ask.

“No. Not even him. And I would choose you over him any day, baby. Always.”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Let’s do it.”

Spencer wrapped his thick, beefy arms around me, lifting me up and spinning us around. I mean, seriously, we were fucking romantic. Parker and Elliott didn’t have shit on us.

He hadn’t let go of me or set me down when his lips crashed down on mine. My tongue immediately pushed into Spencer’s mouth, and my hand tangled in his hair. We kissed like we were starving for each other, as if keeping fused together was the only way we could stay alive.

He walked toward our tent with me still in his arms. Spencer was chubby. There was no denying that, and I would never want to, but he also had muscle beneath. He was strong and masculine and I loved it when he held me, squeezed me in his arms so air couldn’t even fit between us.

We tried to get into the tent while kissing, which didn’t work out so well. We were laughing and fumbling with the zipper, Spencer nearly dropping me before we decided he was going to have to put me down so we could go inside.

“Take your clothes off out here. It’ll be easier,” Spencer said, and we began frantically stripping each other. It didn’t matter to me how expensive this tux was, I would die if I didn’t get him inside me soon.

Spencer opened the tent, and we spilled inside. It was full of blankets and pillows, and in the corner he’d placed some of my favorite treats and… “Gatorade.”

“I plan on riding you hard tonight…more than once. I figured we could use the hydration.”

He smirked, and I kissed it, falling onto my back, Spencer on top of me. We were going to live together, and he wanted to show me how much he loved me, and damned if that wasn’t the most amazing thing.

“I want to fuck you bare,” Spencer said, rubbing his cheek against mine. “Want to empty my balls inside you, fill you up with my cum.”

“Yes…God yes. I got checked a few weeks ago.” One could never be too safe, and since we were serious, we’d lose the rubbers soon.

Spencer grinned.

“What? I like to plan ahead.”

“Me too. I did the same. Negative.”

“Me as well.” Plus, we were both on PrEP.

“No one has ever come inside me before,” I admitted.

“Me neither. I know you like riding my dick, but one of these days, if you’re down, I’d like you to fuck me too.”

“Deal. But right now, I just need you inside me.” I slid my hand between our bodies, over his soft, rounder belly, until I got to his cock. I palmed it, stroking up his shaft. “You know what would be awesome? Self-lubing hands…like Spiderman with his web, only lube would squirt out. It would make sex so much easier.”

Spencer laughed, and I did the same, our bodies vibrating together. “God, you’re an idiot and I love you.”

“I aim to please.”

He shut me up with his mouth, our teeth clanking, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as if for the first time. I palmed his meaty ass, gave it a sexy smack. We rutted against each other, body against body, cock against cock, in a way that made me dizzy. If I weren’t already lying down, I would have passed out. Spencer affected me like no one ever had.

“Jesus, I need inside you.”

“What are you waiting for?” I asked. Spencer gave me a flirty smirk before grabbing the lube he’d hidden under some pillows. “Private beach or not, you’re lucky someone didn’t end up camping out here or taking our stuff.”

“Morgan watched it for me. He’s a good friend.” Spencer pushed up onto his knees, slicking his fingers. “Hands and knees,” he said, making me hurry to turn over, into position, my ass in the air, waiting for him.

Spencer pressed the tip of his finger against my opening, slowly pushing it inside.

“Fuck…God yes.” Why was sex so different with him? Why was it so much more? “I swear I’ve never been such a slut for dick in my life. How did you turn me into such a needy little bottom?”

“Because none of those other cocks were mine. Your hole was waiting for me to fill it. Deep down, you’ve always been mine.” A second finger joined his first, opening me up.

“Always yours,” I confirmed.

Spencer fucked me with two, then three fingers, twisting and stretching me, lips sometimes on my ass, kissing me, nibbling, marking me up the way we both liked. Every time his fingers brushed over my prostate, a jolt of pleasure shot through me. I rocked back to meet him, needing more, feeling frenzied with my desire for him.

“Get your dick inside me!” I cried out.

Spencer chuckled. “Ask me nicely.”

“No.” I fucked myself on his hand. “Just give it to me. You love me, remember? You’ll do anything for me.”

Another laugh. “That’s not exactly what I meant.”

Still, he pulled out of me, leaving me feeling open and empty.

We didn’t have to take the time for a condom, so Spencer just pumped some lube onto his shaft, stroked it a few times, and then his thick erection breached me. He slammed his hips forward, filling me just the way I liked, immediately pulling back before snapping his hips again.

Over and over and over again, Spencer railed into me, strong hands digging into my hips, soft gasps on his tongue. My dick bobbed with each slam into me, my whole body shaking. I was so fucking full with so much pressure, stretched the perfect amount, that I didn’t know how long I could last. I wanted this moment to go on forever, to spend my life connected to Spencer. I mean, we could do that, right? Just walk around with his dick in my ass.

“Shit. Don’t laugh, Corb. You’re gonna make me shoot. It’s like heaven being inside you raw. I’ve never felt something so good.”

“Sorry. I was imagining spending my life like this, going everywhere attached to you. There are certain people it would be awkward around, but we could do it.”

It was his turn to laugh, and I loved that I was the one who could so easily make him do it.

“Are you going to make me come or what?” I teased.

“You’re getting mouthy now that we’re moving in together.”

God, I loved this. Loved us.

Spencer’s hand snaked around me and wrapped around my cock. He jerked me off while fucking into me, our bodies slapping together.

My balls ached, they were so full, but even more than that, I wanted Spencer to lose his mind, I wanted him to careen into his orgasm so he could fill me with his load.

“Come…please. If you do, I’ll shoot too. Just feeling your release spurt inside me is gonna make me lose it. Need to feel you. Need you filling me up.”

“Fuuuuuck…baby.” The speed of Spencer’s thrusts increased, his hold on me tightening, the hand on my dick stroking faster. He basically growled my name, his dick twitching inside me. I felt him come, felt him pump his load into me, over and over. My balls drew up, the tingle at the base of my spine shooting upward as my own orgasm hit me. I felt like I would never stop coming, like my brain would leak out of my dick, but eventually he milked everything out of me.

Spencer fell to the side, pulling me on top of him, before pushing two fingers inside me. “Fuck, I feel it in there, feel my jizz inside you.”

He languidly played with my hole, fingering me just to feel his cum there.

I fell asleep with a smile on my face…happy and loved.