Brooklyn, Baby | Spot Conlon ²

Chp. 41: Hideaway

*adult content warning*

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Kendall had did what she did best that night: hop on a train.

She travelled all the way to Florida, nerves setting in her stomach. If things had gone according to plan, someone should be waiting for her.

She unlocked the door to the plantation, a creaking sound rising in the air.

"Spot?" She called.

Silence.

"No, no, no," She quietly panicked.

"Dollface?" She heard.

"Oh, Spot!" She ran into his arms.

"Jesus, I thought I had lost you," She breathed.

"You could neva' lose me,"

"I was so scared,"

"Me too, I was scared I wouldn't be able to escape," He hugged her even tighter.

"I'm surprised that worked,"

He grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It's us, baby, we always win,"

She grinned, reaching up to kiss him. He kissed her back, holding the sides of her face.

"What about Jackie boy?"

"I tried to leave a hint so he'd know we were here. I feel so terribly leaving like this, but we had to go off the radar to get away from your father."

"We'll figure this out, doll," Spot said. "Until then, this is our hideaway,"

"Yeah," Her voice was a whisper. Tears pricked at her eyes at the thought of Jack and Racetrack. They had to be a wreck.

"They'll figure it out, we can send a post card or somethin'," Spot rubbed her back. "But, doll, we just gotta wait."

"I know,"

"We can't risk goin' up there or sendin' any letters,"

"I know,"

"Bein' with me ain't so bad," He sheepishly smiled.

"I guess if I had to be stuck with one person..." She trailed off, looking up at him.

His insides melted at her eyes. To him, she was so beautiful.

"We do have this whole plantation to ourselves," He said softly.

"So many rooms," She thought out loud.

"So many surfaces," He smirked.

She shared his grin as he picked her up and placed her on top of the dining room table. She wrapped her legs around his torso, pulling him closer.

"God, I missed ya,"

"Show me," She ordered.

He ripped off her blouse, her whimpers fueling him. She traced her fingers along the hem of his shirt, wanting the fabric gone. He pulled his shirt off, throwing it.

He felt up her leg, pushing them apart. He lifted her skirt up, pulling down her undergarments. He lowered his head in between, kissing her inner thighs, and eventually, her heat.

"Shit," She hissed.

She tugged on his hair as he got to work.

"Spot," She breathed.

"You like that?" He pulled his head up, rubbing her slowly.

"Yes," She breathed heavily.

Her breaths turned into moans as he fingered her, in and out slowly. He picked up the pace, gripping her chin to look at him.