Chapter 9
SPENCER
Later that night, I scoop up a piece of red velvet cake on my fork and hold it up to Aleah’s mouth. Her eyes sparkle as she opens, wrapping her lips around the tines. My cock twitches when her tongue comes out to lick away the leftover icing on her bottom lip.
Yesterday, in my crazed mind after seeing Shawn with Aleah, I forgot that Bryan and Charlotte were due to come over to drop off the present they got Aleah for her birthday. My only thought was to wipe Shawn from her memory. To finally take her and give us both what we’ve been wanting.
Thankfully, Aleah informed me in the shower that my son and his fiancé had already come by. Lord fucking knows what would have happened had either of them walked in on me fucking Aleah. I can guarantee it wouldn’t have been pretty.
“I got a letter from one of the colleges I applied to,” Aleah says, pulling me from my thoughts.
“That so?” I ask before shoveling a bite of cake in my mouth. “You’ve already gotten a couple, right?” She nods. “Which one is this one from?”
“University of Florida.”
The fork pauses from picking up another piece of cake. “No shit! That’s great news!” I lean forward and kiss her. “I’m proud of you, baby.”
She smiles, her face lighting up. “Thanks. I didn’t think I’d get in. That’s why I applied to the others. So it was a nice surprise.”
Scooting the plate away from me, I reach out, snatch Aleah from her chair, and set her down on my lap so she’s straddling me. Her back presses against the table. I loosely lock my fingers around her waist.
“They would be lucky to have you,” I tell her.
She bites her lip, looking uncertain. “This means I won’t be far from home,” she says hesitantly. “Which means I can still live here.” She pauses for a moment. “That is, if you don’t mind.”
Cupping both sides of her face, I pull her head down and press a tender kiss against her lips. Lifting my head, my thumbs smooth over her cheeks. “Of course, I don’t mind. Even if things never moved in this direction, I would never make you leave. This is your home, Aleah. Always.”
Relief relaxes her features. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.”
“But,” I add and her smile wilts some, “there are things we need to talk about.”
Breath whooshes past her lips with her sigh. “I know.”
“There’s no way we’re going to be able to keep this from Bryan for long. My son is damn smart. He’ll know something’s going on. And honestly,” I slide my hands to her butt, pulling her forward until her pussy fits snug against my cock, “I don’t want to hide what we have.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t either.”
I feel the need to warn her, even though I’m sure she already knows. “Bryan’s not going to like it. In fact, he’s probably going to threaten to kick my ass. You, Miss Channing,” I squeeze her ass cheeks, “have a tendency to make men want to protect you.”
She laughs and wiggles her butt around on my lap. “I’m pretty sure you can take Bryan on.”
I grunt. “Don’t be so sure. I’m an old man and my son is in his prime.”
“You aren’t that old. Besides,” her hands run up my arms to my biceps and squeezes the muscles, “you’re damn good at keeping your body fit.”
My humor flees, and I turn serious. “This isn’t going to be easy. We’ll deal with Bryan’s reaction, but it’s not just him we need to worry about. Not many people are going to act too kindly with a man my age being with a young woman your age.”
“I honestly don’t care what people think, Spencer. Let them say whatever they want. We aren’t doing anything illegal.”
“You need to be prepared for people to say shit behind our backs. Can you handle being the talk of the town?”
She drops her head and says against my lips, “I can handle anything, so long as I’m with you.”
“Good answer,” I murmur, “because I’m not letting you go. You’re mine now, Aleah.”