Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 3

Chapter Three

SAVANNAH

My heart races, like it’s begging to visit the emergency room. I can’t believe I just agreed to go to dinner with a stranger.

Not a stranger. Spencer.

The same man I’ve been watching all week. The same man that I’ve wanted to talk to since he showed up with dried blood on his hands and a sad, haunted look in his eyes.

At least we have a name now.

Spencer holds out his hand and helps me up from the bench.

“Don’t put too much weight on your ankle.” He says as he wraps his arm around my waist.

My breath hitches, and my skin tingles where he’s touching me. He pulls me closer to his side.

What’s wrong with me?

Why can’t I just act normal when a hot guy wraps his arm around me?

He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Are you okay?”

I slowly nod and try to swallow. My mouth is drier than the Sahara. “Mm-hmm.”

My heart betrays me and continues to pound in my chest.

“Your heart is racing, and you’re breathing kind of hard. Are you sure you’re okay?”

Geez. Just kill me now.

“I’m just a little nervous.”

Spencer pulls away slightly to look at me. A smirk grows on his face, making him look sexier, if that’s even possible. “What makes you nervous? Being this close to me or going on a date?”

“Both. Well, you, but not in a bad way. You are way hotter than any of my exes and you make my heart race. And apparently, you make me ramble like a drunk.”

He steps closer to me, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist. “You’re not too bad yourself, Savannah.”

I quirk my eyebrow to keep the shock off my face. “Oh, yeah?”

Is he just saying that because I mentioned how hot I think he is?

Or does he find me attractive, too?

“I’d be perfectly fine with skipping dinner just to show you what I think, but we will need the extra calories if we go down that road.”

Just the thought of the things he could do to me cause my heart to race and moisture to gather in my panties. “Oh, so you think you’re going to get lucky tonight?”

His blue eyes darken as a smirk forms on his face. “I’d be a lucky asshole if I did, but I just want to take you out to dinner.”

“Then let’s go.”

I wrap my arm around him and let him lead me to the front of the museum.

Alvin takes one look at the two of us and grins. “I knew you two would find each other eventually.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’re going to dinner. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Alvin nods before glancing at Spencer. “Don’t be out too late. I hear it’s a full moon tonight.”

He laughs at the joke, clearly understanding what Alvin is talking about.

“Werewolves are afraid of the full moon, Alvin, not regular wolves.”

Alvin glances toward me, as if he’s wanting confirmation. I nod, confirming what Spencer said was true.

“Well, damn. I’ll try better next time. Enjoy your dinner. I’ll see both of you later. Be safe out there.”

It sounds more of a warning, but who is he directing that to? Me or Spencer?

Like a true gentleman, Spencer helps me down the stairs, pausing as we get to the sidewalk.

“So, umm,” I pause, trying to get my words right.

How do people do this? It seemed a lot easier with Connor. But then again, we never drove anywhere together. We always just met up wherever we were going.

Spencer spins around to face me. “Yes?”

His expression is calm and caring, and it makes me feel bad for even wanting to ask him the question on my mind, but I ask anyway. “Would you think it’s rude for me to drive separately? It’s just that I just met you and-”

He cuts me off. “It’s not rude, and I don’t think anything about it except that you are thinking about your safety and your ability to get home safely.”

Really? He’s not insulted?

He wraps his arm back around my waist. “Come on. I can at least walk you to your car. Now, which one is yours?”

I point to my car when we get closer to the parking lot. “The nitrous blue Ford Focus.”

“Nitrous blue?” He chuckles.

Rolling my eyes, I smile and say, “That’s the official paint color name, according to the owner’s manual.”

“You could just say blue.”

“But blue encompasses so many different hues. If I say blue, you could think it’s sky blue, royal blue, sapphire blue, or even turquoise.”

“That’s true, but as soon as you say Ford Focus, then anyone with half a brain would know that it’s the patented Ford Focus blue.”

He walks me to the driver’s door and I lean against it so I can face him.

I narrow my eyes at him before laughing. “You might be right, but it doesn’t make much of a difference now, does it?”

He stares at me. His eyes bore into mine as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “You’re as fiery as your hair.”

I prop my hands on my hips. “Is that a bad thing?”

He shakes his head as he takes a step closer to me. “It makes me want to get to know you more. You’re spunky and feisty, but soft and caring. There’s a deep part of me that craves to be in your presence.”

My body leans into him, needing to be closer.

It’s too soon. We haven’t even been on a date yet and my core aches to feel him inside of me.

It was never like this with Connor. Sure, we had sex and dated, but there wasn’t ever a craving like this. A craving to keep him talking just so I can hear his voice. A craving just to be near him.

Is it because I saw Connor and Justine together? Is it because I’ve had a horrible day and this is a great way to forget about my problems for a while?

I place my hand on his chest. “Well, let’s go. We have good food and great conversation waiting for us.”

“I have a restaurant in mind, if you want to follow me.”

I nod before unlocking my door and sliding in. As he walks to his car, I let out a shaky breath.

“I’ve got to calm down. He’s going to think there’s something wrong with me.”

I follow him to the other side of town and park next to a brick building. There’s nothing around to clue me into what type of restaurant this is.

Is it an upscale restaurant? Should I have offered to go home and change into nicer clothes?

A knock on my window causes me to yell out loud. “Oh my God!”

Looking over, I see Spencer grinning at me.

Getting out, I ask, “Where are we?”

“At one of my favorite places outside of work.”

I follow him to the front of the brick building. “You love to work?”

I mean, that’s a good thing. To love your job. People say if you love what you do, then it won’t feel like work.

“Well, there are some perks to my line of work, and most of the time, it’s fun, but I don’t love all the travel. It’s exhausting flying to a new city just to fly back a day or two later.”

“I would love to travel. I’ve never really been anywhere except here.”

“Traveling for work is different than traveling for a vacation. Maybe you will get to travel for your fashion career one day.”

That would be a dream come true. But that will only happen if I can find a job to pay my tuition.

“Yeah, maybe.” I say before changing the subject. “So what kind of place is this? There’s no sign to tell us where we are or what kind of food they serve.”

“Tim’s Bar. Tim serves typical bar food. Burgers, chicken wings, fries, and onion rings. That sort of food.”

“Oh, that sounds delicious.”

“There are also pool tables, foosball, and dart boards. Just promise me you won’t hurt your ankle.”

I glance down at the wrap Alvin gave me. “Do you mean more than it already is? It’s not broken, so I think I’ll be fine.”

“But if it starts hurting, we will leave. Now let’s head inside so you can get off of it for a little while.”

“You sure are bossy. You must like being in control of everything.”

A small growl rips from his throat as he closes the space between us. “You have no idea, Savannah. You’re diving into dangerous waters.”

The close proximity causes my chest to rise and fall rapidly, as if my heart is trying to reach out and touch Spencer’s hard, sculpted chest.

“Dangerous waters? What if I want a little danger in my life?” I press my body against his and practically moan at the sensation.

What the fuck am I thinking? Spencer looks like he’s capable of killing a man. I shouldn’t be egging him on.

He presses his body into mine until my back is resting against the brick wall. He doesn’t give me time to process what is happening before his lips are on mine.

They are firm and demanding, but still soft and demanding. This kiss is like a wildfire burning me up from the inside out.

A soft moan fills the air as his lips move down to my neck. Angling my head to the side, his tongue swipes along the sensitive flesh before gently sucking.

“Oh, fuck. Spencer.” I moan as my eyes roll into the back of my head. My back arches, needing to be closer to the man who’s bringing me more pleasure than I’ve had in weeks.

A chime of a text message separates us, giving our bodies space to calm the raging hormones.

He holds the door open for me, and I walk inside as he checks his phone. “I’m sorry, but I have to make a quick call.”

I am shown to a booth toward the back of the bar and order two waters to start with.

Spencer slides into the booth across from me. “Sorry about that. It was a co-worker calling about a company event.”

“I ordered us water. I didn’t know what your drink preference was.”

“Water is fine with me.”

I stare at his perfect boy-next-door face. His beard is trimmed short and his eyebrows are manicured. Even his hair looks like it’s been styled by a professional.

The waitress brings our water and takes our order. Spencer and I both order cheeseburgers, but I order onion rings and he orders fries.

After she leaves, Spencer leans forward and asks, “So, why did you choose fashion?”

“Well, to tell you that story, I really have to start at the beginning so you can understand better.”

He chuckles. “I’ve got time.”

“When I was little, I loved to dance. My mom signed me up for a jazz class, but I hated it, so she tried ballet. As an only child, I loved it. I was around other girls who shared my passion. They were like sisters to me.”

I pause as I remember what it was like to dance on stage. It was so freeing to leave my problems behind and just do what I loved.

“I stopped dancing right before my parents’ divorce was finalized and turned my attention to fashion. I was getting older and being poor meant no new clothes for school, so I taught myself how to sew and started making my clothes.”

“Why not do both? You could have danced while pursuing fashion.”

“My recitals kept my dad away from his mistress and kept my mom from being able to buy her booze since my classes came out of her paycheck.”

Our waitress returns with our burgers before leaving the two of us alone to continue our conversation.

“I’m sorry you went through that. I can’t imagine not being able to continue with my passion, especially as a child.”

“It wasn’t all that bad. Sure, it was rough at times, but it got better after the divorce.”

His eyes widen. “It did?”

“Well, not really, but the arguing stopped. Dad got remarried and never came around or called. Mom drank all the time and hopped from job to job.”

I take a bite of my burger and moan as the flavors flood my tastebuds. The zing from the garlic compliments the creaminess of the mayonnaise. The softness of the bun makes the crunch of the pickles stand out even more.

“What happened to your mom?” He asks, as if he’s expecting a tragic accident or a complete turnaround.

Sorry, but there’s no happy ending there.

“I don’t know exactly. I got emancipated when I was fifteen due to neglect and stopped checking on her when I found out she was sleeping with some of my friends.”

His mouth falls open for a second before he regains composure. “She slept with your friends?”

“And my ex-boyfriend from high school.” I chuckle before taking a bite of my onion ring.

“Wow.” He pops a fry into his mouth as he shakes his head.

“Yeah, tell me about it. I’m twenty-one and haven’t seen my mom in six years and haven’t talked to my dad in over a decade.”

“I think you’re better off this way. One of my co-workers, Gage, was emancipated at sixteen because of shitty parents. He’s a better man for it, and I’m sure you’re a better woman for learning to be independent so young.”

He reaches across the table and grabs my hand. Before I can protest, he flips my hand over and links our fingers together.

He saw my palm. He must think I’m a freak.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just one thing that makes me, well, me. Like the painting you admire, there are many different sides to me.”

His eyes darken as he drops his food onto his plate. “Oh, I know there are different sides to you, and I can’t wait to explore them all.”

I push my plate away. “Check please.”

“Are you sure?”

When I nod, he waves the waitress over and asks for two boxes. She brings them and the bill over, but he hands her a one hundred-dollar bill and instructs her to “Keep the change.”

While I try not to wonder just what he does for a living to have a stack of hundred-dollar bills, Spencer packs up our food and pulls me out of the booth.

“Where do you live?” He asks once we are outside and walking to my car.

The sun is starting to set, casting a red-orange haze over the sky.

“In the dorms on East May Street. It’s the white brick building with a huge concrete quad out front and a small lawn area. You’ll probably see guys throwing a football around.”

“I’ll follow you.”

I place my leftover dinner in the passenger seat and head back to my dorm. I park in my normal spot, and he parks in one of the guest parking spots behind me.

I wait at the trunk of my car, holding my dinner.

I’ve never felt this nervous to invite a man back to my room.

I’ve also never felt this turned on without foreplay.

What is it about Spencer that turns me into this wanton woman?

He jogs over to me, grinning and looking sexier than ever.

Holy hell, I may burst into flames or come as soon as he touches me. At this rate, I’ll come before I even get naked.

“I’m on the front side of the building. Second floor. Suite 2C.”

He smirks, as if he knows how nervous I am right now. “Lead the way.”

He snatches my food container from me and wraps his arm around my waist.

“So gentlemanly.” I tease as I snuggle closer into his side.

“You might not think so in a few minutes.”

I gulp loudly as I use my key fob to enter the building. “You keep saying things like that, and I don’t know if I should cower in fear or come in my shorts.”

He leans closer to me. His warm breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “You should come in my mouth and then on my cock.”

My face flames at the dirty blunt words coming out of his mouth.

I’ve never been one for dirty talk, but holy hell, Spencer may convert me. I can listen to him all night.

“Don’t turn shy now.”

“I’ve always been this way. I’m not as verbally open as you clearly are.” I say as we enter the elevator.

He pulls me closer to his side. “We will just have to change that.”

“We will? Why?”

“Because it’s hot when a woman tells me exactly what she wants. It turns me on when a woman uses words like cock and pussy. And I really want to hear you moan my name as you come for me.”

I have to fan my face to keep from passing out. “You must be living in fantasyland. No woman I know talks like that.”

“You’d be surprised at what women say in the midst of an orgasm. Usually, the most reserved women are the loudest and dirtiest.”

As we step off the elevator, he whispers, “And I’ve heard that redheads are the wildest.”

That’s so not true with me. I’m not wild and crazy.

I don’t vocalize what I really want or need.

And I definitely do not use words like cock and pussy.

When I don’t say anything, he pulls me toward my suite and says, “I’ll get it out of you one way or another.”

The suite is dark and quiet, like no one is home.

“My room is this way.” I say after I put my food in the refrigerator.

As soon as we walk through my open bedroom door, his lips are on mine and his tongue is seeking out mine. His hands roam down my sides, reaching for the button of my shorts.

With expert precision, he removes my shorts and panties before reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I break the kiss and pull my shirt over my head as he reaches around to unclasp my bra and pulls it down my arms.

How am I already standing here naked in front of him and he’s still fully clothed?

I grip the hem of his shirt and slowly lift it as I ogle the expanse of grooves and muscles.

He picks me up and throws me on my bed before pulling me down toward the edge, opening my legs wide.

“Keep your legs open, or I’ll stop.” His breath on my most intimate area causes my legs to close.

“Tsk tsk tsk. What am I going to do to you?” His voice is gruff and heady as he opens my legs wider than they were before.

“Uh, just fuck me and not stare at me like you’re a gynecologist.”

“No way, baby. You are too fucking tempting to just get this over with. I want to savor you. I want to feel you quiver before exploding.”

He leans forward and licks my slit before teasing my clit.

“Oh my God, Spencer.” I moan as my hips try to pull away from his tongue.

“Nuh-uh. You’re not done yet.”

Using the tip of his tongue, he teases my clit, bringing me higher and higher.

“It’s too much.”

My hips grind on his tongue, needing him to pleasure me everywhere.

His tongue slowly laps at my juices, causing more to gush out of my channel. He leans closer and sucks my clit into his warm mouth.

“Fuck!” I pull at my covers, trying to stay down on Earth.

He continues to lick, suck, and fuck me as I thrash on my bed, gasping for air.

“Fuck, Spencer. I need-”

He thrusts two fingers inside me, fucking me, as he gently bites down on my clit.

I scream as my orgasm crashes into me. “Oh, God! Spencer!”

As I’m in the middle of my orgasm, he flips me over, thrusts into me in one long thrust, and fucks me from behind.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so tight.” He groans as he slams into me.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his hard cock. The pleasure continues to build higher and higher until I’m floating.

Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. Everywhere Spencer touches jolts with electricity, like he’s able to reach spots no one ever has before.

My walls clamp down on his cock as another orgasm crashes through me.

“Do you like my cock, baby?” He grunts out. His voice is strained.

“Yes. God, yes!” I scream as he slams into me again and again.

“Say it, Savannah. Say you love my cock.”

I shake my head.

I can’t say that. What if someone hears me?

His hand wraps itself in my hair and pulls my head back.

“Say it.” He demands.

His cock swells inside me, wanting to reach his own orgasm.

“Say it, or I stop.” He growls out.

“Please don’t stop, Spencer. I love your cock. Fuck, I love it.”

“That’s my girl.” He says before tightening his grip on my hips and fucking me into oblivion.

I collapse on my bed, gasping for breath. Sweat coats my skin as aftershocks leave my core tingling.

Angling my head to the side, I watch as Spencer removes and discards the condom.

When did he put one on?

It’s not like I was worried. I am on the pill.

He kisses my shoulder before leaving his number in my phone and slipping out my bedroom door.

When my heartbeat slows down and my breathing returns to normal, I roll over and sigh.

This started out as the shittiest day I’ve had in years and turned into so much more.

My stomach growls, reminding me I never finished dinner. I throw on my silky robe and head to the kitchen to grab my burger and onion rings.

My steps falter as my gaze lands on Justine and Connor cuddling on the couch. Justine glares at me before placing her hand on Connor’s thigh.

“Who was he?” Connor asks, glancing at the front door.

“Not you, and that’s all that matters.”

I grab my food from the refrigerator and make my way back to my room.

My phone chimes with a text.

I told you the most reserved were the loudest and dirtiest. I bet your roommates were turned on just listening to you scream my name. I know I was.

Fuck. My. Life.

Justine and Connor heard me.

My face blushes, but deep inside, I don’t care. It was the best sex of my life, and if I’m lucky, it will happen again.

And soon.