Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

SAVANNAH

He might not be embarrassed to be seen with me in public, but I know he’s hiding something.

There’s a reason he hasn’t invited me to his place before now, and the only reason he invited me was because I practically begged him.

Is he secretly married and doesn’t want his wife to know about me?

Could he be living with an ex-girlfriend?

Or a current girlfriend?

He travels a lot for work. That could be his way of spending more time with a different woman, like Dad did.

I shake those thoughts away and leave Spencer in the private room and head into the back to change. The smell of hairspray clings to the air and glitter makes every surface shimmer like a disco ball.

I throw my lace nightie in my duffle bag with my heels and change into a pair of cotton lounge shorts and a tank top.

I brush out my curls before throwing my hair into a bun and making my way back to the front.

Spencer is standing at the bar, talking on the phone. He looks angry, almost pissed, as he waves his hand around, like the person he’s talking to can see him.

As I step closer, I overhear part of his conversation.

“Would you rather have tension driving a wedge between the team? I don’t think ignoring this problem will make it go away.”

His tone is harsh and direct. It reminds me of the way the professors greeted us on the first day of class. I felt like I was a small child being scolded by my parents.

Spencer listens for a few moments before saying, “I’m not trying to step on anyone’s toes. I just want what’s best for the team and for everyone involved, because Gage is on a path to self-destruct. I could see it in his eyes.”

Who’s Gage, and why is he on a path of self-destruction?

What does Spencer have to do with all of this?

Is Gage a co-worker? A neighbor? A friend?

Spencer continues in a lower, hushed tone. “Well, someone needs to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. We don’t need another incident like Francesca’s.”

Who is Francesca, and what did she do?

When Spencer notices me walking toward him, he ends the call and gives me a warm smile.

“Is everything alright?” I ask as I wave goodbye to the bartender.

Spencer takes my duffle bag from me and wraps his arm around my waist as we head to the back door.

He places a kiss on my cheek. “Everything is fine. That was just some drama with work.”

“You’re working this late?” It’s after eleven thirty on a Thursday night. What kind of employer expects their workers to work this late?

He chuckles as the warm night air hits us. “Work always seems to follow me around, but I’m done for the night. They can figure it out for themselves because I have plans that involve a very sexy redhead and some very dirty words.”

My body tingles as I think about our plans for the rest of the night.

He glances around the parking lot. “Where’s your car?”

“At my dorm. I took a cab here. I didn’t want anyone to see my car in the parking lot and find out that I work here.”

“Well, that works out great for me because you can just ride with me to my place. Come on.”

Instead of taking the highway towards downtown, he turns down a side street away from downtown.

“I always figured you lived downtown in the historic area or across the river at the country club.”

He turns to look at me before howling with laughter. “The country club? Really? Do you really think I’m uptight like those people?”

“I wouldn’t say you are uptight, but you are well manicured and always dress in very nice clothes.”

“So that equates to living in a country club? Man, the guys will love to hear that. They always think I’m an uptight prude, so this will only add to their jokes.”

I frown. “I didn’t mean it like that, and I would never want to add to the jokes.”

He reaches over and grabs my thigh. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. No harm, no foul. Besides, guys joke with one another. It’s part of life.”

He turns down another side road and moves his hand up my thigh to the hem of my shorts.

My breath hitches as his finger slips under the cotton fabric and grazes the edge of my lace g-string.

I moan and turn in my seat to open my legs, giving him easier access to my aching core. He slips one finger under my panties before sliding through my wet fold.

“Oh, fuck, Spencer.” I close my eyes and thrust my hips forward, desperate for more.

“We’re almost home.” He says as he finger fucks my pussy.

God, this feels so good. Too good.

My hips roll and grind on his hand as he slips another finger inside of my channel.

“What do you need, Savannah? Tell me what you need.” His voice is husky and breathless, as if he’s as close to coming as I am.

“I need more.”

“More what?” His fingers stop pumping inside of me.

Damn him, and damn this game he seems to love.

“I need-” I squeeze my eyes tighter together. “I need you to make me come, Spencer. I need to feel your cock filling me up.”

“I can only help with one of those needs right now.”

His fingers continue pumping inside of me, bringing me closer to the edge. I rock my hips back and forth and squirm in my seat.

“So close.” I moan out as his thumb circles my clit.

Reaching under my tank top, I caress my breast, squeezing and gently pinching my nipple between my fingertips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so sexy. I love seeing you pleasure yourself.”

His fingers pump faster as I grind my pussy on his hand. I throw my head back against the cool window and cry out as my orgasm comes crashing down.

“Oh, God, yes!”

Wave after wave of euphoria crashes into me, making my body quiver.

“Shh, baby, or the entire apartment complex will hear you, and I’m not sure I want everyone to see how fucking sexy you look as you come for me.”

I open my eyes and am blinded by the lights in the parking lot and the bright lights surrounding the apartment building.

When did we get here?

How long has he been parked?

Has anyone seen me?

He removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth before licking my juices off. I sit up and turn in my seat.

Damn, that’s so hot. The way his eyes darken as he licks his fingers, leaves me desperate to continue this.

“Either we go inside now, or I’ll beg you to fuck me right here and now.”

He growls. “As much as I’d love to hear you beg me, and as tempting as it is to fuck you right now against the hood of my car, I think it would be best for us to head inside.”

I right myself, making sure my clothes are in their proper place before saying, “Lead the way.”

He glances around nervously before leading me inside the upscale, luxurious apartment building.

“There are three elevators, but the furthest one is the one that I use because it’s the closest one to my apartment.”

He leads me through the lobby to a side hallway where the elevator is. He presses the up button and glances around the empty hallway.

“Are you looking for something or someone?”

My stomach flips as my mind fills with doubt.

He doesn’t want anyone to see us together. He’s ashamed of me, of us.

“One of my co-workers. He’s having a rough night, well, several rough days. He stormed out of the club earlier, and I was hoping he came back here.”

Oh, so I was completely wrong.

“I’m sorry to hear that. If you need to call him or check on him, I can wait.”

He reaches out and grabs my hand, pulling me closer.

“Actually, I was looking down the hallway at the recreation room. We hang out there most nights, but it looks dark. Another one of our friends is out looking for him. Besides, I already told you, I’m off for the night. We have plans that I want to continue.”

He seems conflicted, like he’s torn in half with half of him wanting to bring me upstairs and the other half wanting to look for his friend.

“But being a good friend is an exception. If he needs you, then you should be there for him.”

He sighs and pulls me closer. “I’ve already done everything I can. It’s not in my hands anymore.”

I look up at him, studying his face for a few seconds. “Are you sure?”

The elevator dings a second before the doors open. He pulls me inside and presses his lips to mine.

As much as I want to protest and demand that he go look for his friend, I don’t. Once his lips are on mine, I melt like ice cream in the scorching summer sun.

I don’t register him pushing the button for his floor or the elevator stopping.

Gripping my ass, he lifts me up and carries me a few doors down to his apartment.

He expertly unlocks the door and closes it behind us.

“I’ll give you a tour of my place later. I’m too impatient right now.” He says as he navigates through his darkened apartment.

He throws me on his bed and a second later, his hands grasp at my shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one long tug. He reaches for the hem of my tank top as I sit up and reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head before he can remove mine.

I let him pull my tank top up over my head before reaching for his pants. My hands shake as I unbutton the button and unzip his jeans, and drag them down his thick, muscular thighs.

For fuck’s sake. This isn’t my first time. It’s not even my first time with Spencer. So why am I this nervous?

I lower his boxer briefs, freeing his already hard cock. Licking my lips, I lean forward and suck the tip of his glistening cock into my mouth. He lets out a deep growl as his hands thread through the back of my head.

“Oh, Savannah.” My name comes out of his mouth as a whisper, like he’s afraid of breaking the spell.

I pick up the pace, taking more of him into my mouth until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

“If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your pretty little mouth.”

His words egg me on, but he’s got different plans in mind because he pulls back. His cock is yanked out of my mouth with a resounding pop.

He reaches into the end table and pulls out a condom, ripping it open and sheathing his erection in record time before climbing on the bed, pinning my body to the mattress, and caging my head between his arms.

Reaching between our bodies, he rubs the head of his erection through my wet slit. On every up slide, he teases my clit, sending jolts of electricity through my body.

“God, Spencer. Are you trying to make me combust?”

“Not combust, but if I can make you come again, I will.”

He leans back and continues to rub his cock through my arousal before teasing my clit. I angle my hips and try to trick him into thrusting inside me, but he chuckles and pulls away.

“Ugh. Please Spencer. Please fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He grips my hips and drapes my legs over his shoulder, lifting my ass off the mattress before easing through my folds.

Inch by glorious inch, he presses into me, stretching me wide as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Faster Spencer. There’s no need for slow foreplay.”

He pounds into me at a bruising pace, not giving me time to continue my rant.

My walls tighten around him, not wanting to let him escape from my grasp. His cock thickens and swells inside me as our breathing becomes ragged.

“You like that?” He growls out as he pounds my pussy like he owns it.

He does. No one has ever made me feel this good before. No one has ever been this attentive to my wants and needs.

I dig my nails into his skin, clenching at his shoulders as he pins me deeper into his mattress.

“Spencer.” I moan as my stomach clenches with need.

My walls clamp down as our groans and whimpers fill the air. Our gazes meet and for a second, I swear I see love and adoration swirl in his eyes.

It’s enough to send me over the edge, diving headfirst into the land of ecstasy. We stare at each other as he reaches his orgasm.

It’s a perfect, blissful moment. One that I wish we could stay in forever.

He collapses on top of me. His chest rises and falls in repetition as his breathing tries to get back to normal.

For a moment, I feel like I have it all.

Love.

Family.

A home.

Things that I’ve been running from but am desperately seeking. I feel like I have it all when I’m with Spencer. My heart thumps in my chest.

He could take it all away. All the comfort and safety I feel with him. It could all be gone in a second, and that scares me more than not paying my tuition and having a future in fashion.

Spencer rolls over and disappears through a door for a few moments before returning to his bedroom.

“How about I give you a tour or my apartment?” He says as he throws on his clothes.

“Yeah, that would be great.” I sit up and gather my clothes. My feet sink into the plush carpet as I quickly get dressed.

He grabs my hand and navigates through the dark.

A second later, soft blue lighting illuminates the living room, dining area, and kitchen, casting an intimate and romantic feel over the area.

“Wow, this is beautiful.”

It’s very modern and open. The white granite and white counters make the small kitchen appear large, bright, and welcoming. Even his light tan furniture enhances the welcoming feel.

“This has the feel and the look of a house, not an apartment.”

Spencer wraps his arms around me from behind. “Is that a bad thing?”

I shake my head. “It’s a great thing.”

He points toward the kitchen. “The corner door is the pantry and the one next to it is the laundry room.”

Turning us around, he says, “This door leads to the bathroom. The door near the shower leads to the bedroom.”

“And you have a balcony?”

He opens the blinds and pulls open the door. “It overlooks the Olympic sized pool, which has a retractable roof over the entire deck for year round swimming.”

This is so out of my comfort level. This is too luxurious for me, but I can see myself enjoying a pool party here with Spencer.

“Thank you for showing me where you live.”

He pulls me into his chest. “You are more than welcome to come here whenever you want. I never meant to make you feel like I was embarrassed by you or what we have going on.”

I spin around and press my lips to his. “Thank you. I guess you should take me home because you have an early morning.”

The walk downstairs to his car is completely silent. He leaves the apartment complex and heads to my dorm.

Breaking the silence, he asks, “So, why dancing?”

I knew this was going to come back up.

“I just started dancing, but I plan to stop as soon as I get enough money saved up. It’s only temporary.”

“I can help you find a job. I have contacts all over the city.”

I look down at my hands in my lap. “That would be great, but I kind of need the money now.”

He turns the car around and heads back toward The King’s Empire.

“Are we going to the club?”

“No.”

Instead of turning left into the club’s parking lot, he turns right into the shipyard.

“What are we doing here? Are we breaking and entering?”

He chuckles. “We aren’t breaking in. I work here sometimes.”

“You work at a shipyard?”

“Yeah, sometimes.”

Why would he work at a shipyard part time?

He parks and turns off the car. “Are you willing to bend the rules in order to make a lot of money?”

I turn to face him. “I’m not going to make a porno or anything like that, so if that’s what you had in mind, I’m going to have to pass.”

He roars with laughter. “I’ll be right back.”

I scroll through his radio stations as he greets a man before ducking inside one of the buildings. He comes back holding a black duffle bag, similar to the one I bring to the club.

He places the bag in my lap as he heads back toward my dorm. “How do you feel about selling drugs to earn more money?”

I’ve never done drugs before. Hell, I’ve never even seen drugs up close.

Can I turn into a drug dealer in order to pay my tuition?

What if I get caught?

Is this the customer service he’s in? Drug dealing?

I let out a sigh. “You seemed so normal at the museum.”

“It’s for my boss. I don’t deal with this side of business anymore. This should sell for twenty thousand dollars. You can have my cut, which is eight thousand.”

I open the bag to see hundreds of tiny bags filled with pills. “Pills?”

“Ecstasy. I didn’t figure you’d want to start with the harder shit. The pills always sell great at the club.”

Letting out another sigh, I close the bag and say, “I can’t believe I’m turning to drugs to make money.”

“You don’t have to. You said you needed money now, and I figured this was the easiest way. Sure, it’s risky, but most of the police in this town steer clear of the club, so you should be safe. I also added you as my plus one, so the police know not to fuck with you.”

“You did? Why?”

“Of course, I did. They know to protect you and keep you safe in my absence.”

I chuckle nervously. “Who are you? The mayor?”

I don’t even know his last name. He could be anyone, including a serial killer, and I’d be clueless.

“There’s no way I’d want to run a city. Look, I’m going away on a work trip this weekend, but will be back late Sunday night. You can sell the pills at the club, or around campus if you want, but you don’t have to feel pressured to do it.”

He parks in front of my dorm building.

“I’ll see if I can sell them at the club first before selling them here. Do you want to come over on Sunday when you get in?”

“I would, but the plane isn’t landing until after midnight and I know you have class early.”

Disappointment fills my veins, but I try to not let it show.

I lean over the center console and give him a chaste kiss before getting out of his car. “I’ll see you Monday, then, if you aren’t too busy for little ole me.”

I hope he knows I’m just teasing him, and not really mad.

He turns in his seat to face me. His eyes darkening with lust. “Keep up the sass and I’ll punish you.”

I close the door and lean through the open window, intrigued by his so-called punishment. “How so?”

“Have you ever come so much you begged for it to stop? Where even the gentlest touch was too much to bear? Where the soft air from a breath sent you over the edge?”

I gulp and shake my head. Whispering out, “Never.”

He gives me a knowing smirk. “Well, that’s what I’d do to you.”

Fuck me. That sounds hot.

As I walk to my room, on shaky legs, moisture gathers in my panties. It’s going to be a very long weekend without him.