Boomerangers: A second chance romantic comedy (Cajun Girls Book 1)
Boomerangers: Chapter 17

Spence leads me up the steps, through my bedroom, and into my bathroom, then pats the lid of the toilet. “Sit.”

I watch her rifle around in the cabinet beneath the sink, coming up with a can of shaving cream. “Spread ’em,” she orders.

I have no idea what this girl is up to, but those two words have my cock stirring in my pants as I open my legs wide.

Spencer bursts out laughing. I swear that I would be the butt of every joke just to see those dimples and that shimmer in her eyes. “Your fingers, idiot.”

“I knew that,” I lie. “I was just messing around.”

“Uh huh.”

She squirts a mound of cream into each of my palms and takes turns working on them individually with both of hers. I never realized before how much smaller her hands are than my own. I grow harder still as she passes her delicate fingers over and in between mine. There is nothing at all sexual in her method, yet somehow it’s very sensual and sexy, and I begin to imagine those hands wrapped around my dick, lavishing it with the same treatment. The way her breasts are rising and falling heavily coupled with the breathiness in her voice makes me grateful for my decision to forgo any underwear after my shower. There is no way to disguise the raging hard-on in my sweats, and Spence has definitely taken notice.

“Now,” she rasps, releasing my hands and straddling my legs, “you need to let it sit for a minute.” Spencer crosses her shaving cream laden hands behind my neck, careful not to touch me as she squirms, causing her skirt to ride up. She wiggles her way further up my legs, not stopping until her heat is pressing against my cock. “Don’t get any of that on me,” she whispers into my ear before trailing her tongue along my jaw line and then mumbling against my lips. “Your mom will lose her shit.”

It is nearly impossible not to put my hands on her as she begins grinding against my erection while thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Crossing my hands behind the small of her back, I use my forearms to guide her movements. My dick throbs—screaming for release. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to come like a fucking schoolboy in my pants.

“So wet,” she mutters.

Fuck. I need to touch her.

“Time to rinse this off yet?” I groan as her head falls back and I begin sucking on her throat.

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh God, yes.”

I am unsure whether she’s answering me or about to come. Either option has me sliding her off of my legs and rushing over to the sink. She’s not finishing without me—not ’til I’m buried deep inside her.

When I’ve finished rinsing the shaving cream off and she’s done the same, Spence lunges at me, cupping my face between her hands and pulling at my neck until my lips meet hers. The feel of her tongue warring with mine with such urgency leaves me with little control. I begin ripping at her clothes as Spencer’s hands trail down my chest, slipping into the back of my waistband. She cups my ass and squeezes, and when the tiniest of moans slips from her lips, I’m gone.

With one swoop, I clear the counter then grip the back of Spencer’s thighs, thrusting her up on the edge.

“Cooper.” Her head falls back and her lips part.

“Yeah, Princess,” I breathe out into the crook of her neck as my hands slip beneath her shirt, trailing up her spine. After making quick work with the clasp of her bra, I run my hands along her ribs, hiking it up. My mouth waters as those perfect tits spring free.

“Yes,” she whimpers as I take her left breast into my mouth, curling my tongue around the nipple. “I need this . . . Oh God, I need this so bad.”

I need this, not I need you. Her choice of words shouldn’t bother me, but it does.

“What do you need, Princess?” I say, pulling myself out and wrapping her hand around my girth. “Say it.”

Spencer moans, sliding forward until my cock is seated at her entrance. “You,” she whispers. “I need you, Coop.” Her hips jerk forward, and I slip inside her warm, wet sex.

“Give it to me, Princess.” I grab hold of her hair, pulling until her face turns up. With my mouth on her neck, I pound into her mercilessly. Spencer’s nails dig into my back, breaking skin. The sound of her moans and our bodies slapping together fills the small space. Just when I think I can’t hold off a moment longer, I feel her tighten around my shaft, and the sweet sound of Spencer’s release is my undoing. I pull out just in time, realizing that with all of the excitement, I forgot to wrap it. I never forget.

“You’re on the pill, right?” It’s definitely not the most romantic thing to say at this moment, but I’m still unjustly angry, and what the hell? We are just screwing around.

“Mirena,” she snaps, sliding off the counter before reaching around to refasten her bra.

My brows dip inward.

“It’s an IUD.”

She might as well be speaking Mandarin.

“A little piece of plastic my OB shoved up into my uterus to prevent pregnancy.” She pinches her fingers together, making a hooking motion with her hand. “It’s over 99% effective. No worries, Coop.” Spencer winks at me before she finishes redressing.

Huh. “I didn’t feel anything in there.”

“It’s in my uterus, Casanova, not vagina.” She huffs out a laugh. “You’re gifted, but come on . . .”

I chuckle, pretending to understand while making a mental note to Google the female anatomy tonight.

“How was that for payment?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows and giving her my best panty-melting smile.

“Did you just call me a hooker?”

“Uhhhh . . . no?”

“No?” she asks, staring at me with those sexy as fuck momma eyes, just daring me to give the wrong answer.

I shake my head.

“Oh, good. ’Cause I thought you just tried to pay me with sex . . .”

“What?” I gasp in mock horror, lifting my hand to my chest in a “Who me?” gesture. “I’d never.”

“That’s good,” Spence replies, leaning in and placing a kiss on my cheek. She trails her tongue along my jaw to my ear, whispering, “’Cause you’ll be paying me with a week’s worth of dishes.”

“Kyle, are you ready to go? It’s almost time for Gramma and the boys to get back from school,” Spencer asks as we enter the kitchen.

“I not yeavin’ yet.” His arms cross on his chest as those tiny lips curve downward into the perfect U shape.

Spence sighs as she walks over and begins wrestling with him, trying to pry him from the chair. “Come on. You’re coming back to Nana’s tomorrow.”

God, she’s hot when she’s frustrated. Her face reddens immediately, the blood still warm from our workout. Her hair is a mess, her clothes covered in wrinkles. There is no mistaking what just happened in that bathroom, but I’ll let her believe she’s getting away with it.

“Go on, Kyle,” Momma encourages, squatting down before him. “You have to listen to your mommy. Nana’s gonna have your favorite chocolate chip pancakes waiting for you tomorrow morning if you’re a good boy tonight.”

And just like that, the struggle ends. “Thank you,” Spencer mouths to Momma as she grabs Kyle’s things and heads for the door. She’s almost shut it when her head peers back inside. “Coop?” she calls out.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

The door clicks shut, and I stand there staring with a lovesick smile on my face. Spencer makes me feel like a hormonal teenager.

Suddenly, the view changes, and I’m no longer staring at the door, but my mother’s emotionless face. Her hands are resting on her hips, and that sassy slipper-clad foot tapping on the floor.

“Can I help you?” I ask, because she’s obviously waiting to be acknowledged.

Her eyes assess me for a moment. “What the hell is it with you two and friggin’ bathrooms?” She throws her hands in the air and stalks off, muttering something beneath her breath.

That woman’s meddling will be the death of me.