Previously on Bringing it Home:

‘I love you Addy,’ she sighed and I couldn’t help but hug her.

‘But she’s fucking hot!’ This was said with a smile. I nodded my agreement, making Kate giggle.

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After the conversation with Addison I needed to release some tension. Calling Maggie, I’d found her only too willing to indulge in some Spencer time. Maggie had told me earlier in the week that she’d invested in some new toys especially for my use. I was intrigued, she’d purposely been vague on the details. 

I was leaning on the door frame waiting to be let in, Austin was out for the night so there would be no distractions, or reason to be quiet.

‘Took you long enough,’ I growled as she answered the door. I smirked as her eyes widened in surprise.

Grabbing my belt she pulled me into the house and gave me the once over. I’d felt a bit rough and ready when I was changing so had gone for a different look. Well, it wasn’t one she’d seen on me before. 

Forsaking my school time Abercrombie and Bitched I’d felt like punking up tonight. Fair enough, I had on a pair of skinny black jeans which I wore a lot but I’d ditched the Chucks for a pair of calf length biker boots, white studded belt which wrapped twice round my waist, white beater and a leather jacket. Smoky eye make up and a leather wrist cuff finished the ensemble. All I needed was a Harley and I’d be good to go.

As she perused my outfit I took in the lingerie she was wearing and just couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around the slender brunette and went straight for her neck. It was a real hot spot.

‘Fuck, Spencer!’ was all she could gasp before I released the soft flesh, leaving a mark, and crushed her mouth in a kiss. 

Addison had wound me almost to breaking point. I hadn’t even wanted to take the edge off myself as I was anticipating keeping Maggie up most of the night. Breaking the kiss I strode past her and up to her room. When she recovered and caught up I was sitting in her chair, waiting for her. Last time I’d sat here Ashley was in the room. Don’t think that was likely to happen again. Shame, I got so wet every time I remembered our brief encounter it was untrue.