Am I My Brother's Keeper

8. SC's Sweets

Spencer's POV

Five Months Later

Things between Liv and I are much better than before.

We have date nights regularly. And we've both have improved in our ability to communicate with one another.

Liv and I now live together in the hills. The condo never felt like home. So I bought a house to remove all of the bad memories and moments I needed to forget.
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"How was your day?" I ask as Liv walks into the house in the white blouse, blue pencil skirt, and multicolored heels I love so much.

She plops her briefcase onto the counter before kicking off her heels as if her feet are on fire.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to wearing heels for eight hours a day. How did my mom do it all of those years?" She asks rhetorically and I laugh.

She's started her internship this past month and she seems happy with it.

"Let me help you," I tell her as she looks over at me and grins.

"Help me with what?"

I don't bother to answer as I walk over and kiss her neck.

She giggles, knowing exactly what I want to help her with. "I don't remember saying my neck hurts though."

I chuckle at her sarcasm before lifting her by her waist and placing her onto the kitchen counter.

She stares at me as I kiss her from her thigh down to her freshly pedicured toes.

"You know what this polish does to me, right?" I tell her as I massage her feet with my hands.

She moans in pleasure. "Well, as long as you keep rubbing them down this way, I'll get white polish every time."

"Is that right?" I ask before smiling at the faces she makes as I help to ease her pain. "Well, I guess you won't mind being late to your dad's big dinner?"

Liv rolls her eyes and I laugh. Her pops invited us over for ribs. "Don't even remind me. I really just want to lay up with you and eat salty popcorn."

I laugh at her words before letting go of her foot and placing myself between her knees to kiss her lips.

She deepens it for a few seconds before I pull away and lift her skirt as much as I can before she assists me.

"I guess we will be late," I whisper as I kiss her inner thigh before allowing my lips to meet hers.

Pulling her panties to the side, I paint her walls with my tongue. And her oohs and aahs make me feel like Da Vinci when he made Mona Lisa.

But my art is way more beautiful because my muse is a real life Goddess to me.

She whimpers as her body starts to show signs of satisfaction.

I feel her tap out as she explodes all over, allowing me to lick every drop.

I stop as I hear her start to catch her breath before pulling me up to kiss her lips.

"We got to go," I say and she shakes her head.

"Can we just skip dinner and go right to dessert?" She says and as I pull away from her outstretched arm.

"Nah, your Pops ain't about to lecture me to death. Remember, I got to work with him everyday now." I say and she rolls her eyes.

"You hired him, not me!" She jokes with a pouting lip.