INFLUENCED: A Good Girl, Bad Boy Love Story Page 19

  “It seems we do, Peaches,” I smirked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into my spread legs. “ But I wish they’d all just go away, so I can bend you over and fuck that tight little pussy,” I whispered, my cock already painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans.

  “You’re so bad,” she moaned.

  “And you fucking love it.”

  “Enough of that! We got a party to start!” Joe said, effectively killing the mood.

  With light in her eyes, Megan stood back to full height before thinking better of it and leaned back down to whisper in my ear. “My tight little pussy will be waiting.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  Megan was right. I was a bad influence. Since when did she use language like that? I didn’t fucking know, and I definitely didn’t fucking care. My sex kitten was out and on the prowl, and I was her hungry mate. I officially couldn’t wait for everyone to get the fuck out.

  “Can I have everyone’s attention, please?” Joe called out, tapping a butter knife to the champagne glass in her hands.

  The crowd quieted, waiting for her to say her peace.

  “I’d like to thank you all for taking the time to come out to Megan and Spencer’s new home to welcome them. Speaking as the best friend, I have to say a huge thank you to Spencer for being exactly what our little ‘Peaches’ needed.”

  The crowd and I laughed as Megan playfully hit Joe and she just smiled back.

  “But in all seriousness. You’re great for her, Spencer. Just don’t break her heart, or I’ll have to break you.”

  “Never gonna happen, but I’d love to see you try, Joe!” I laughed back, holding up my glass to her.

  “A toast. To Megan and Spencer. May they enjoy this house, if they haven’t already, and may they get lots of gifts that can’t be returned, that they already have, and that can be passed down to a worthy best friend. CHEERS!”

  Everyone in the house raised their glasses to us as I planted a kiss on Megan’s lips, and then took a drink of my flute.

  “Are you happy?” I asked her.

  “Ridiculously so,” she sighed, stepping backwards into my embrace. “I love you, Spencer.”

  “I love you too, Peaches.”

  The party was a great success and everywhere around us were gifts. I couldn’t figure out where they all came from, especially since only our closest friends and family had been invited to attend.

  “Mom?” I called out, once the door was shut on the last of the guests outside of Joe, Kyle and my wonderful mother.

  “Yes, darling?” she asked, a black garbage bag in her hand.

  “Where did all this stuff come from?” I said, waving my hands in the air, gesturing at the filled room.

  “I have no idea, son,” she smiled, before turning her back on me.

  “I saw that glint in your eyes, mom. What did you do?” I stomped after her. She didn’t need to be spending her money on me. I was a grown man. I loved her for it, though. More than I could express to anyone.

  “I didn’t do anything, Spencer. Now go--- clean something.”

  Standing there, dismissed by my mother, I searched with my eyes for my Peaches.

  “Kyle, where’s Megan?”

  “She and Joe are out back talking. I figured we could do most of the cleanup and let them hang out for a bit,” he said shrugging, grabbing a cup from the coffee table and depositing it into his own trash bag.

  “What’s up, man? You all right?” I asked.

  “Yeah I’m good----you know what, no, I’m not.”

  “What’s wrong, Kyle?” I said, taking the bag from him and sitting down on the couch while he perched on the opposite chair.

  “I don’t know. I’m fucking losing my bloody mind.”

  “Is this about Joe?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “Yeah.”

  “Anything I can do?”

  “It’d be great if you can jump in a TARDIS and turn back time!” He exclaimed, a dorky smile plastered on his face.

  “Umm, bro, I have no idea what a tardis is, and why do we need to turn back time?”

  “You don’t know what a TARDIS is? Have I taught you nothing of the English culture? One day, man. One day I’m gonna introduce you to the Doctor, and to Rose---no better yet, I’ll introduce you to Martha. We know you have a thing for chocolate girls,” he laughed, winking at me.

  “Ooookay?” I replied, understanding virtually nothing that left his lips.

  “I told her I loved her. I was dancing with her, and it just, fucking slipped out,” he said, his light hearted laugh gone, a sense of foreboding replacing it.

  “What did she say?” I tentatively asked.

  “Nothing. She didn’t say anything. And then the song ended, and she ran outside. I love her, Spencer. I know it hasn’t been very long, at least not compared to you and Megan, but she’s all I think about when I wake up, and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. I think she’s worried about Khe. That I’ll be like his dad.”

  “Listen, Kyle. All jokes aside. You’re not like anything I’ve heard about that piece of shit. You’re a good guy, and I bet ten-to-one if Joe doesn’t love you already, she’s almost there. Give her some time.Think about Megan and me. Right now, we both work for her parents, and while her dad isn’t so bad, her mother is the devil spawn of satan, but it’s not going to stop me from loving Megan as fiercely as she deserves. Find out if you and Joe are on the same page, and forget about the rest. It will all fall into place. Besides, you know how women are.”

  “And how are we?” a sexy familiar voice filled my ears.

  “You’re stubborn control freaks who don’t know when to let things go, but you’re my stubborn control freak, and I’m never letting you go,” I said, pulling her into my arms and placing a kiss on her forehead.

  When Joe walked up to Kyle, both Megan and I turned, holding our breaths, waiting for her to make her move.

  “Kyle…. Fuck, why is this so damn hard. Kyle. I love you too, I just need to be care---”

  Her words were drowned out as we watched Kyle’s face light up as he picked Joe up under her arms and spun her around in the air.

  “Put me down, ya damn fool!”

  “Only if you say it again!” Kyle shouted as Megan and I burst into fits of laughter.

  “I love you, you idiot, now put me down!” Joe joined in.

  It looked like things were right in all of our little worlds.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Megan

  “There are still so many!” I announced to Spencer as he handed me a glass of wine.

  It was after 1AM and Spencer and I were finally getting to opening gifts. Our friends had spoiled us, but Heather, there wasn't a word for the amount of spoiling she'd done.

  My eyes scanned the pile we’d already opened as I sipped my wine, sitting cross legged on the couch in a flowing tank top and panties. It was what I'd managed to put on after Spencer threw me over his shoulder and carried me upstairs, once Joe and Kyle were gone.

  “My mom went overboard,” Spencer proclaimed as he sat next to me and pulled me into his lap. I leaned my body onto his bare chest, inhaling his scent that brought me so much comfort. “What’s next?”

  “I was going to open this one,” I informed him as I reached for a box sitting on the table that was wrapped in canary yellow paper. I peered over my shoulder at Spencer, who gave me a nod to continue.

  Tearing open the paper like a five year old on Christmas morning, I discovered our next gift from Heather, a Keurig machine to add in our kitchen, along with the Kitchenaid mixer, crock pot, and a fancy Brita water purifier system.

  “I think we have everything we need plus some. I can’t wait to use the new pots. I have to get Lucinda to come over and help me learn a few new cooking skills. I want to have my man come home to a home cooked meal almost every day.” I was amazed at how generous Spencer’s parents had been.

  “I’m itching to throw some steaks and kebabs on the gri
ll dad got us,” Spencer said as he nuzzled into my neck.

  I sighed. It would have been nice to get the support of my parents. Of everyone who attended the party, they were who was missing. I’d texted dad about the party, but he had a big case, as always, and my mom, I hadn’t been quite sure about inviting her at all.

  “I know you wished they were here,” Spencer said, his lips on my neck. I nodded in response and shrugged.

  I would never say I was particularly close to my parents, but they were always a key part of my life. Surviving without them was relatively new. I’d done okay away at college for my undergrad degree and first year of law school, but I always had my parents to fall back on. Now, my relationship with them was forever strained. At least I had Spencer, but the lingering thought of if things went bad with him haunted and scared me.

  “Your mom and I were talking earlier and she thinks we should invite my parents over. Do brunch or lunch. Smooth things over.” I wasn’t sure what chances we had of smoothing things over. I knew my dad would likely be easy, but my mom, that was another story.

  “I’ll do what you decide, Peaches,” Spencer declared. I knew that would be his answer. “Maybe we can have them over tomorrow. I can fire up the grill and you can make the sides. We’ll do a little lunch with them. I know it’s important to you. I can deal with your dad and you know, I can’t fucking stand your mom, but I’m willing to try and build bridges, if that’s what you want.”

  “That’s why I love you”

  I reached for another box, it was much smaller. I ripped the paper off and opened the box to find a catalog. Laughing out loud, I pulled it from the box and showed Spencer, who shook his head.

  Heather was being funny and letting it be known that she’d eventually like more grandchildren. The catalog was for a local baby boutique.

  My fingers flipped through the pages. There were clothes, cribs, bottles, and everything else. I smiled to myself. Spencer had mentioned kids before and I wanted to have his children.

  “What are you thinking about there, Peaches?” Spencer asked, his lips on my neck.

  “That I want to have babies.”

  “I want you to have babies too, but not until you’re done with school,” Spencer affirmed.

  “Yeah, I’m worried about that. Boston is so far and you’re here. We just got the house and all. I don’t want to leave you.--Spencer, I don’t want to lose you.” I let my fears go. I’d be leaving for school in just over a month. I’d be over a thousand miles away from the man I loved for a majority of a year. I’d get breaks and could visit, but it wouldn’t be the same.

  Plus, Atlanta was full of hot women who would be clamoring all over one another to get Spencer’s attention, he was a hot guy in a hot city, with a girlfriend a thousand miles away.

  “Peaches, listen to me, you aren’t going to lose me. I’m here no matter what and only for you. I fucking love you so much, I’d never let you lose me. You hear?”

  “I hear, and I love you too.”

  I turned my body and straddled his waist with my own. My lips on his, kissing him with all my might. I didn’t know what I’d do without Spencer in my life.

  The world I lived in was completely changed with Spencer. Megan was this soul, existing only to please her parents, until he came along. He freed me from the confines of loveless obligations and the anxiety that plagued my life. I finally felt a sense of freedom that I’d never experienced before.

  “Peaches, you better stop unless you want another go, right here on this couch. You know I can’t get enough of you and your sweet pussy,” he hissed onto my lips, while his fingers made a trail of fire as they slipped under my tank top.

  “Take all you need. Let’s practice making babies,” I murmured with a wicked grin on my face.

  “I’m down with that. Practice does make perfect.”

  * * *

  Losing count of how many times I’d checked myself out in the mirror, I huffed. My parents were on their way. I’d sent my dad a text first thing in the morning to invite he and my mom over for lunch. They were apparently back on speaking terms with one another and agreed.

  I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. My anxiety was no longer allowed. I wouldn’t have a panic attack, I was strong, and could face my mother head on. At least, that is what I’d told myself over and over again.

  Hands slipped over my hips and my eyes shot open. Glaring directly in the mirror, I spotted Spencer behind me, the definition of cool, calm, and collected. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear before pressing his nose to my neck and inhaling.

  “I’m nervous. You know how my mom can be. I feel like she’ll criticize what I’m wearing, my hair, everything she can find,” I fussed out of frustration.

  “Peaches, calm down. I’ll be here the entire time. I’m not going to let her bother you. Plus, I’ve seen you in action against her, you’ll be fine. And you look beautiful.” I saw the grin on his face, it helped calm me a bit.

  I scanned myself over once more. I wore my blush pink fit and flare sundress, gold strappy heeled sandals, and my hair in a high ponytail, with a few strands left out in front. I felt pretty, but was it a pretty that was acceptable to my mother? I didn’t know.

  “Everything is ready downstairs. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he confirmed.

  Immediately after my parents confirmed that they would come, I’d rushed to the grocery store, while on the phone with Lucinda for ideas on what I could make. My mother had taught me to throw fabulous dinner parties, but with the assistance of hired help. I had no idea how to throw a luncheon on my own.

  The doorbell rang, shaking me to my core. Spencer came to me and pulled me close, giving me a single kiss before he laced his fingers with mine and we strolled to the front door together.

  Standing at the door was my dad, with a bouquet of bright yellow tulips, and my mom, holding a teal gift bag. My mom, always over the top and desiring of the best, of course, picked up something at Tiffany’s.

  “Hi, come in,” I said trying to sound as cheerful as possible. My dad came straight to me, kissing my cheek and handing me the tulips.

  “These are for you, Megan,” he cooed as I allowed him to enter.

  Standing face to face with my mom, she didn’t speak immediately, but her eyes studied me before they began to deconstruct the house, piece by piece.

  “I got you a little something,” my mom finally said as she handed me the Tiffany gift bag.

  “Thanks mom, I appreciate it,” I said sweetly to the woman who did birth and raise me after all. “You can come with me into the kitchen. We’ve got wine.”

  Spencer came beside me as we led the way into the kitchen. Spencer’s hand on the small of my back comforted me as we all began to enter the kitchen.

  “That beam, it’s all scratched. Not appealing,” I heard my mom comment, I ignored her comment. Spencer’s hand rubbed my back, he was also trying to hold his tongue as best possible, but I knew it would be more of a losing battle for him.

  Arriving in the kitchen, Spencer directed my parents to the stools at the kitchen island while I turned to the fridge, where I had some snacks and drinks ready. I could hear my dad starting some small talk with Spencer, mainly about Spencer’s sports car that was in the driveway.

  “Ma’am,” I addressed my mother, as I turned to her with a pitcher of Sangria in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. “Sangria or Wine?”

  “A glass of wine,” she noted in her same uninterested voice.

  “Wine it is,” I beamed as I tried to stay positive about having her in my home.

  “What’s for lunch?” My dad asked.

  “I’m about to fire up the grill. There’s some lamb souvlaki marinating and my girl is making up some sides,” Spencer noted proudly as he came around the counter and took the marinating meat from the fridge before he left a kiss on my cheek.

  “She is, is she?” My mom questioned in disbelief.

  “I’ve got some beers out bac
k, Derek. I know you’re a fan of Belgian Ale. I’ve got a contact in Belgium and a case was just delivered the other day,” Spencer informed my dad, who instantly lit up.

  I watched the men exit out to the back patio, chatting as they went. I’d been let alone with my mother, the woman who’d covered up my attempted rape, the woman who pushed me to the edges of my sanity, and the woman who gave me life. I was angry at her for a plethora of things, but at the same time, I felt as if I should try and give her a chance.

  “This place is...something,” my mom commented before taking a sip of her wine.

  Taking a giant gulp of my sangria, I nodded before getting to work. I washed my hands and began to pull produce from the fridge and a few items I’d prepped earlier in the morning.

  Her eyes were on me, watching my every move. My heart was pounding, but I ignored her intense stares as I worked to create a beautiful lunch for my parents. This was my chance to show her I was an adult and not a little girl, I was that strong woman she’d set out to create.

  “And what are you making for us, Megan?” Her voice cut through me, I took a breath to keep from shuddering in nervousness, I always had that reaction to her.

  “I’m making a greek salad with citrus vinaigrette, Orzo salad, marinated tomato and cucumber salad,” I listed off to her as I chopped my lettuce, throwing it into the bowl with my prepared vinaigrette.

  “And where, may I ask, did you learn to cook?” She crossed her arms and sat back on the stool, observing me, waiting for my answer.

  I swallowed and continued at my work. For once in my life, I refused to be affected by her coolness and ideas of perfection. I’d grown to be my own woman, I was happy, and nothing would get me down.

  “Lucinda taught me a few things over the years.”

  “I see.” She sipped her wine as she continued to watch.

  I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel and placed my hands on the counter, my eyes directly on my mom.

  “Mom, I’m sorry about how things happened on Fourth of July weekend. It could have been different, but it needed to happen.” For once, I needed to be brave and stand up to her. She raised a strong woman, she’d see her.