The Nurse's Newborn Gift (13 page)

First guy? First
and
last he thought, feeling rather territorial even though he had no right to be. He hugged her close. “You know I will.”

“You have any plans for Thursday night?”

Didn't matter, if he did, he'd cancel them. “Now I do.”

“Bring condoms.”

Lots and lots of condoms. Check!

She released him. “And Spencer?”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes met his. “If we take this next step, please promise me that, no matter what happens, you won't start to hate me again.”

“I promise.” On Jarrod's grave, he promised.

After that, Spencer visited Krissy almost every night. They ate dinner together, talked about their days, and laughed, a lot. Then they cuddled on the couch, exploring each other's bodies, never to the point of orgasm. They'd agreed to save that for when he could be buried deep inside her.

At Sunday dinner with Patti and Bart, they acted like there was nothing starting up between them. Krissy had felt it was too new, she didn't want the pressure of Patti and Bart hoping for something permanent between them. It was too late for him to escape it. At least he could save her for the time being. So he'd played along while under Patti and Bart's watchful eyes. But he'd held her hand during the car ride down and then back home again. And when they'd slipped out to take a walk to the local park, just the two of them, he'd kissed her under the tree where she, he, and Jarrod used to hang out as pre-teens, acting too old for the swings and slide.

On Thursday, Spencer made sure to clear his schedule around noon, expecting to hear from Krissy. When his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, he jammed his hand in there to retrieve it.

Just saw the doctor. We're good to go. Still on for tonight?

Oh, yeah
. He replied.

I want to come now.

Me too!!!!

He smiled as he texted back.

Don't you dare. Not without me there. I'll make it worth the wait.

I know you will.

He appreciated her confidence in him, her trusting him with her body.

See you soon.

Not soon enough.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

A
FTER
HER
APPOINTMENT
with the doctor, Krissy drove to the plaza across the street for another motherhood first: Perusing sexy undergarments while lugging a six-week-old baby in a car seat.

“Welcome!” A nicely dressed woman with neatly styled blonde hair, maybe in her mid-thirties greeted Krissy as she entered the lingerie store. One look at J.J. and she added, “Let me guess. Gearing up for first time after baby sex?”

Krissy nodded. “First time with the new man in my life sex, too.” And not just any man. Spencer. Over the years she'd had a lot of drunk sex, no seduction required. But Spencer was different than the man-boys she typically dated, and she wanted their relationship to be different.

Their relationship
.

Thinking that had her feeling euphoric yet frightened at the same time.

“Well then we'll have to find you something extra special,” the saleswoman said with a smile. “Follow me. You breastfeeding?”

Holding the car seat in front of her, Krissy navigated between rack after rack of lacy, silky, sexy outfits. “Yes.”

“So we'll need to cover your bra.” The saleswoman stopped then looked Krissy over. “I have just the thing.”

Seven hours later, dressed in her new sexy lingerie, a silky, deep red outfit sure to drive Spencer wild, Krissy had a bottle of wine chilling, candles out and ready to be lit, and a platter of assorted veggies, crackers, and humus for sustenance, when disaster struck.

“Why tonight? Of all nights?” she asked as she stripped off J.J.'s soiled sleeper. “What did I eat to make this smell so bad?” She undid the tabs of his diaper, taking a moment to mentally prep before opening it. “Good Lord.” She held her breath until she couldn't hold it anymore. “The green bean salad I picked up at the deli. Never again.”

This mess required more cleansing power than baby wipes. And Spencer, who always came early, would likely be here any minute.

“Oh, well,” Krissy told J.J, dropping a kiss on his forehead. “He'll just have to wait.” And so would she.

Wrapping J.J. in a towel she picked him up, walked to the bathroom and set him down on the mat while she readied his bath. No sooner did she put him in the baby bathtub, Spencer knocked on her front door. Knowing he'd worry if she didn't answer, and knowing she couldn't leave J.J. unattended in the tub, she scooped him up, covered him with a towel, and went to the door.

“Sorry,” she said when she opened it. “This was not the greeting I'd planned on. You may want to come back in an hour.”

Spencer made the mistake of inhaling.

“Appears my afternoon snack didn't agree with the little man here.”

Spencer smiled. “You made that big smell?” he asked J.J. “High five.” He held out his hand and tapped J.J.'s fist. “Your daddy would be proud.”

“Don't encourage him.”

“What can I do to help?” Spencer asked.

Unprepared for the sweet offer, Krissy just looked at him, and to her absolute horror, she felt her eyes fill with tears. “I wanted tonight to be special. I bought a negligee.” She reached for the bottom hem and held it out so he could see it. “One look at me and you were supposed to go crazy with lust and take me up against the door. Instead, here I am, holding a stinky baby. My new negligee is soaked and quite possibly as stinky as the baby.”

She met his eyes again. “This stuff happens when you have a baby. And we're a package deal. So maybe it's a good thing you see what it's like early on so...” If you don't want to be a part of it you can back out now.

Spencer reached out and wiped the tears from beneath her right eye, then her left. “Tonight
will
be special,” he said sincerely. “Only a little later than planned. And that sex against the door scenario you had in mind?” He shook his head. “Never would have happened, not tonight anyway. Tonight we're taking it slow. But greet me in that negligee without a stinky baby in your arms, any night after tonight, and you can count on some door pounding action.”

The smile came to Krissy's face without her even thinking about it. “Good to know.”

“Now what do we have to do to get the little guy settled?” Spencer rubbed his hands together.

“You don't have to—”

“I
want
to.”

“Well, he needs a bath and his crib and changing table need to be changed.”

Spencer hesitated. “I was thinking more along the lines of me holding him while you handle the smelly stuff.”

Krissy gave him a playful shove.

“Hey. I'm new at this. I need to work up to the gross stuff.”

Krissy liked that he planned to stick around long enough to work up to the big stuff. “Come on.” She walked to the bathroom.

Spencer followed. “I'm glad you're using the baby bathtub.”

Krissy dumped out the dirty water and added fresh, warmer water. “Good call. Turned out I needed it after all.”

As Krissy washed J.J. Spencer stood behind her, watching, and she didn't mind at all. Early on, she probably would have thought he was critiquing her technique, and he probably would have been. But now, it felt more like he was trying to learn by observing in addition to just keeping them company.

J.J. splashed.

“Wow. He really likes the water.”

“Yeah. But it makes giving him a bath a wet undertaking.” Krissy glanced over at Spencer. “I wonder if he'll be as good a swimmer as Jarrod?” Jarrod had been a member of their high school swim team.

“Time will tell.” Spencer handed her a towel.

She laid it out on the bath mat then lifted a slippery J.J. from the tub, laid him down on it, and swaddled him up.

“Is that the towel I got you?”

Krissy nodded. “Another perfect gift. Thank you.” She lifted J.J. and turned to Spencer. “Since you're here to help.” She placed J.J. in his arms. “Give me a minute to clean out the tub.”

That done, Krissy changed and dressed J.J. out in the living room, leaving him in Spencer's care while she tackled clean up and odor control. “I should have listened when you suggested I get a two bedroom,” she yelled down the hall. Then she opened both of her bedroom windows.

When Spencer didn't answer, she went to find out why.

“Shh,” he said, holding his fingers to his lips.

He sat leaning back on the couch with J.J. sound asleep on his chest, looking every bit a proud papa. Krissy's heart swelled, knowing deep down in her soul, that no matter what happened between the two of them, Spencer would always play a special role in J.J.'s life.

“I hate to do this, but I need to run the dirty linens down to the laundry room. They're stinking up the whole apartment.”

He nodded. “But change first.”

She looked down. Right, she was still in her negligee. Her wet, stained, anything but sexy at the moment, negligee. Sixty dollars, wasted. Oh, well, nothing she could do about it now.

When Krissy got back from the laundry room, she found Spencer in her bedroom, leaning over the crib, rubbing J.J.'s back.

When he noticed her watching he pointed at J.J. and gave her a wide-eyed, big-mouthed smile that seemed to say, ‘Look what I did!'

“Great job,” she whispered giving him two thumbs up. Then she added, “I'm going to take a quick shower.”

He nodded.

Her lilac scented body wash smelled so good and the hot water felt so good, Krissy decided to take a little longer than a quick shower to relax and regroup and decide how to restart her seduction. On the verge of shutting off the water, Spencer knocked then opened the door.

“Wanted to run something by you,” he said.

Krissy stuck her head out of the side of the shower curtain. “What's up?”

Spencer stared like a man hoping if he tried hard enough he could conjure up X-ray vision. “In my Internet travels I came across articles on breastfeeding women and sex.”

Krissy fought a smile. “Oh, you did, did you?”

His eyes finally found hers. “I just want to make it clear that I am perfectly fine with you wearing a bra during sex. But listening to you in the shower gave me an idea.”

“Oh, it did, did it?”

He nodded. “Leaky breasts don't matter in the shower, right?”

She liked where this was headed. “No they don't.”

“I was hoping you'd say that.” He whipped his polo shirt over his head. “Because I really...” he stared at that shower curtain again “...
really
want to see all of you.” He unbuttoned then unzipped his pants. “Feel all of you, bare skin to bare skin while I make love to you, especially this first time.” He shucked his pants, underpants and socks. Spencer Penn naked was absolute male perfection. Defined muscles, a light dusting of hair on his chest, and an impressive erection that she couldn't wait to feel inside of her. “So what do you think about slow, careful shower sex?” he asked. “Or start in the shower and finish on the couch sex?”

“I think you put a lot of thought into this.”

He nodded. “I put a lot of thought into everything.” He bent down, took a condom out of his pants pocket and held it up. “It's an affliction.”

“It's not a
bad
thing.”

“I'm glad you think so.”

“In fact I like a man who puts a lot of thought into things and comes up with ideas like slow, careful, fully naked shower sex.” She pulled back the curtain. “Get in here.”

Never had a man seemed more eager to join her in a tub. “I was hoping you'd say that.” Wasting no time he ripped the packet, rolled on the condom and pulled her into his arms. “God you feel good.” He let out a breath. “I feel like I've been waiting a lifetime to hold you like this.”

His hands roamed down her back to her butt, he squeezed both cheeks then pulled her close, bending then arching so his erection slid between her legs, front to back. And he began thrusting along her sex.

“That feels so good.” Krissy rocked her hips, hoping her legs wouldn't give out. She planted her hands on his butt cheeks, then gave a squeeze and yanked him forward, holding him still so she could glide along his slick length, over and over again.

Spencer moved his arms to her back, squeezed her tight, and pressed her breasts to his chest as he swiveled from side to side. “I knew you'd feel like this. So soft.”

A needy pressure built between her legs. Krissy found his nipple and sucked it into her mouth, still rocking.

Spencer sucked in a breath. “Next time I will last longer, I promise.”

She sucked again, tilting her pelvis, bringing his tip to her opening.

“You ready?” Spencer asked.

“So ready.”

He turned her so she was facing the wall. “Put your leg on the side of the tub.” He moved behind her, his front pressed to her back, as he positioned himself at her opening once more. “Talk me in,” he said. “Let me know how you feel.” He dipped inside.

Suddenly Krissy felt a little nervous.

Somehow Spencer knew.

“It's going to be good.” He wrapped an arm around her front, loosely, not restraining her in any way, holding the weight of her right breast in his hand, as he dipped inside a little further.

The sensation familiar and yet different. “More,” she said.

He pulled out and slid back in, deeper. Krissy's body stretched to accommodate him. “Again.”

He pulled out and pushed forward.

This time Krissy pushed back, taking more of him.

Spencer sucked in a shuddery breath. “God how you test me.” He pulled her close and started to move, gently, slowly.

Krissy moved with him, the rhythm perfect. Until she needed, “More.”

He gave her more of him until she took all of him.

“Faster.”

He picked up the pace, his breath turning into a pant by her ear.

“Harder.”

“You're sure?”

“I'm sure.”

He slammed into her from behind, over and over, caressing both of her breasts now, squeezing them, while avoiding her tender nipples, as if he somehow knew.

“You feel so good inside of me,” she told him, meeting each powerful thrust with one of her own. “I need your hand.” She removed it from her breast. “Here.” She placed it between her legs, didn't need to do anything more than that because it was like he knew exactly what to do.

“God you're good at this.” He possessed her, controlled her, used her body, taking what he wanted, but giving so much more. Her orgasm started to build. “Please tell me you're close.”

“Ready when you are,” he panted in her ear, driving into her from behind, fondling her from the front, replacing the memory of every man before him with the memory of what he was doing to her right now.

“Now,” she said, straining out her release. “Now.” She came again.

Spencer let out a grunt and stiffened against her back. He pulled out, thrust in deep and held himself there, grunting again, kissing her ear, her neck, hugging her tightly. “I want to stay like this for the rest of the night.”

“Not sure the hot water will hold out.”

“Too bad.”

Too bad indeed.

Krissy lowered her leg and Spencer left her body. She felt the loss of their connection immediately, missing it, wanting it again. Turning she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

He kissed her over and over, affectionate and caring kisses turning passionate. “That was so good. Just like I knew it would be.” He turned off the water, reached for the towel on the hook, and wrapped her in it. “How do you feel?” He looked deep into her eyes as if trying to ascertain the truth there.

Krissy climbed out of the tub, reached inside the cabinet beneath the sink, and handed him a fresh towel. “I feel wonderful,” she told him the truth, stretching. “I wish...”