One Weekend Of Giving In

Chapter 19

The next morning, I woke up pretty early so I decided to use the restroom and freshen up a bit. I was still in cloud nine from Spencer telling me he loved me last night. While I was brushing my teeth, I thought of Mason and that kiss. Mason. Ugh. He had left me a few voicemails, and a dozen text messages apologizing about what happened last night. I hated the fact that I lost my best friend. But it's for the best if we have a little time away from each other right now. Especially after what happened last night, I don't know if our friendship will ever be the same again. I mentally shook myself, not wanting to think about him right now. I have a hot, sweet, gorgeous boyfriend who is asleep right now and I have no intentions of wasting any second without him. After I stepped back into his room, I froze and took in the most beautiful sexy sight of Spencer. God he was sexy. I bit my bottom lip as I looked at his muscled V. My body started warming up just looking at his bare body and all I could think about was running my hands and lips all over him. I quickly crawled onto the bed, one knee propped on Spencer's sides and placed my lips to his muscled stomach. I pressed my lips a little higher up and I smiled when I heard him moan in his sleep. I continued leaving trails of kisses higher and higher until he finally opened his eyes wide when I sat firmly on his lap and nipped his throat.

"Mackenzie." He breathed.

"Good Morning handsome." I whispered seductively into his ear.

He gripped my hips and tried to move me to get more comfortable, he moaned and I gasped when his bulge pressed against me. I rocked my hips against it and my eyes fluttered shut from the incredible feeling of it. Spencer's hands slid up my bare stomach, undoing his shirt he made me borrow last night. He sat up, pressing his lips to the swell of my breast, leaving little kisses before repeating the same to the other. My moans were incredibly loud but at this point, I couldn't care less. Before I can process what is happening, Spencer caught my nipple between his teeth. I arched my back and let my head fall. I grabbed his hand in mine, grasping the side of my underwear and tugging on it. Before I could continue on further, Spencer slid me off his body and onto my back. He hovered above my side as he propped himself up on an elbow.

Spencer's lips were on mine seconds later, his hand trailing to my underwear. His fingers stopped at the top but continued as he moved them inside my lace underwear. My breathing has now quicken as I continue to kiss him. The burning in my stomach instantly increased when his fingers moved in and out of me. I moaned loudly when he started pumping faster, moving it in a rhythm with my hips.

"God. Baby.... I.... Ooooo."

His lips were on mine as he spoke softly "That's right baby, let it all out." Spencer's mouth on mine muted some of my pleasure moans as I gave over to the mind-blowing spasms continuing throughout my body. Oh. My. Word. I can not believe I just experienced my first orgasm. Is that what he meant by let it all out?

Spencer wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his chest. He kissed my forehead and rubbed soft circles into my back.

"I love you Mac."

I nodded against his chest, trying to get my breathing back to normal.

"I.... Love.... you to... sooo.... Oh wow." Just before I could finish, he continued rubbing my clit.

He silently laughed as he squeezed me tighter. He continued leaving trails of kisses down my cheek through my jaw. When my body completely relaxed, I fell asleep. Just before I did, I swear I heard him vow to love me forever.

*Next Week.

"Why are you treating me like this?" I hissed.

He didn't say anything, only continued staring at me.

"What did I ever do to you?" I sighed, hoping he would answer me this time. As expected, he kept his mouth shut and raised one brow at me. Jace and I had been having the most odd relationship lately and it was making me confused. Carly invited to her parent's house last Sunday, and I was introduced to her mom, Katherine, and her dad James. They were extremely funny, loving and caring. I loved spending time with them. In fact, I would rather hang out with them instead of going to Jace's parties. But what pisses me off was Jace. When we were at his parents house, he would never leave my side. But when we weren't, he barely talks to me. He was different on Sundays. He was sweet, hilarious and caring. He treated his mom, Carly and I with respect, it was practically mind blowing. The biggest shock was when I accidentally stumbled upon Jace's sketch book. He was extremely talented. Instead of denying his passion for drawing, he allowed me to watch him work on a few new drawings he was working on. But at some point I must've fallen asleep because the sound of the tv jerked me awake.

"Sorry." He whispered in my ear before turning the tv off and running his fingers over my cheek.

I didn't move but I then heard his hand moving back and forth across the paper, I figured he must be working on a drawing piece. He moved to kneel down in front of the couch so his face was in front of mine. I opened my eyes and my breath caught when I stared into his icy blue eyes and down to his plump parted lips. He lightly bit his bottom lip as his gaze roamed my face. He stopped and blinked a few times when he realized I was watching him.

"What were you doing?" I ask.

"Well... I was working on something."

"Like?"

"I'll show you but just don't freak out okay? I swear I wasn't trying to be creepy and shit.

"I'll try?"

He brought his sketchbook infront of my face and my jaw dropped. I felt my cheeks burn and he seemed to take it the wrong way because he then snatched the book back as he cursed to himself.

"I knew you would freak out."

"Jace" I breathed "I wasn't freaking out." I reached my arm toward the book hoping he would hand it over.

He handed it over with a sigh and looked at me "I'm sorry, but you just looked so angelic. I couldn't let that opportunity pass."

I blushed when he said that and I continued to focus at his drawing. It was amazing. He made the drawing look almost real. Like a black and white photo. It was perfect. From my chest, throat, mouth and the way my hair fell around my face and my eyelashes resting on my cheeks. It was me. He even drew the pillow under my head that was resting on his leg. Goosebumps covered my body when I realized he'd spent a few hours staring at me as he drew. He was wrong, it wasn't creepy at all, it was beautiful and intimate. When I realized I haven't said anything, I finally spoke up.

"Jace....this is beyond beautiful."

"You think so?"

I looked up into his eyes and smiled "I know so."

We just sat there staring at each other, my mind and heart torn in two. Half of me wanted to act on the feelings that had stirred up in me and the other half was telling me to scoot away from him before things get out of hand. Before I could make a decision, Carly walked in on us and we both jolted away from each other.