The last of the guests leave around eleven, and Spence and I retire into the house, leaving the cleanup crew to finish cleaning up the yard. I’m feeling exhausted, it’s been a long and tiring weekend, and I’m ready for it to be over. All I want to do is crawl into Spence’s bed and pass out, wrapped in his arms. We quietly climb the vast staircase leading upstairs, and down the long hallway leading to Spence’s bedroom.
“Fuck, I’m tired,” Spence says with a loud yawn as he turns on a bedside lamp.
“I second that,” I agree, and yawn as well.
I’m trying to decide if I have the energy or not to take a shower before bed. Spence plops down on the end of his bed, and I wander into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Just as I’m rinsing my mouth, Spence enters the bathroom with only his boxers on. I watch him through the mirror as he goes over to his Jacuzzi-style bathtub and turns on the water. He spots me watching him in the mirror and smiles at me.
“What? I’ve had a long and trying weekend. I think a nice hot bath is just the ticket,” he tells me with a shrug.
I go back to my nighttime beauty routine as the tub quickly fills, and Spence sheds his underwear and climbs in. I go over and sit on the edge of the tub. Spence’s eyes are closed. He looks so tired.
“Better?” I ask him, twirling my finger in the hot water.
“Much,” he murmurs dreamily, opening one eye to look at me.
“But you know what would make it so much better?”
“Bubbles?” I ask.
“Nope,” he replies, suddenly sitting up, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into the tub, fully clothed.
Good thing I took my shoes off.
“Eek! Spence!” I squeal, trying to sit up, but he’s got me pinned against him, and he’s laughing, and now, so am I.
“Here, let me help you,” he says, reaching for my blouse and tugging the soaking wet fabric up and over my head and tossing it on the floor.
“You know, you could have just asked me to join you, and let me get undressed first,” I giggle, trying to wriggle and tug my jeans off, which is a challenge with them being drenched.
“I guess I was feeling impatient,” he murmurs, unclasping my bra as I still try to remove my pants.
Finally, I get them around my ankles and pull them off. They land on the tile with a wet thud. I pull my now translucent bra off and shimmy out of my underwear.
“Ah, much better,” Spence sighs, and I lean back against his chest.
The water feels nice. We stay quiet, just reveling in the peaceful moment. Spence runs his fingers through my damp hair, smoothing it back, so it’s out of the way, and the sensation causes my eyes to droop. I let out a long contented sigh. This is my own personal heaven right here.
“So, what time are we meeting with Les on Tuesday?” Spence asks quietly.
“Seven-thirty. I hope that works for you.”
“That works just fine. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Really? I thought that most guys don’t like to be bothered by wedding stuff?”
“Well, I want to be involved in our wedding. The first time I was married in a cheesy little Vegas chapel, and the second time, it was this huge, blown way out of proportion occasion that I had nothing to do with. It was madness, and I hated it. This time, I’m going to do it right.”
“Just our nearest and dearest,” I confirm.
“Exactly,” Spence agrees, entwining his fingers with mine and pulling my left hand up to his mouth, planting a kiss on my ring.
Oh, this man is too wonderful sometimes.
“I love you, Spence,” I breathe, my heart flutters happily.
“I love you too, Rox. I know this has been a tough weekend on us, but I’m glad we’ve gotten through it. From now on, let's trust each other and not allow the outside world to interfere with our happiness. Let it be just me, and you okay?”
“Just me and you,” I agree.
“I sure hope everyone enjoyed the party last night because that was the last masque that I ever throw. I don’t want to do it anymore.”
“No more, Manfredi Masque?”
“No. It’s time to move onto bigger and better things in life. I’m going to marry my dream girl, and as soon as she allows me to, I’m going to put a baby in her belly,” he says softly, stroking a hand across my abdomen, and a quiet giggle escapes my lips.
I don’t know how he just made a sentence like that sound so sexy, but he does.
“That sounds like a good plan.”
“Best plan I’ve ever had Rox.’
I flip around in Spence’s arms, causing the water to splash over the edge of the tub, and I gaze into Spence’s deep hazel eyes. He stares back at me and places his hands on the sides of my head before pulling my face forward and kissing me softly. I pull myself up so that I’m straddling him and wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to deepen the kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, and I happily accept it, our tongues weaving together effortlessly.
I can feel Spence’s arousal against my sex, and so I lift slightly and guide him in. I lower myself down on him, and a low groan escapes his throat, but his lips never leave mine. Slowly, I start to grind against him, enjoying the leisurely and sensuous pace. Spence’s hands find their way to my hips, and he holds me, allowing me to control the depth and speed. He feels so damn good; I throw my head back and close my eyes. I feel Spence’s lips on my throat, and I moan louder this time, the sound echoing off the tile walls. I want more, so I start moving against him harder and faster.
“Yes, Spence, yes!” I gasp, as he holds onto my hips even tighter and starts moving me backward and forward on his lap, causing delicious friction that my body is aching for.
The water in the tub starts to splash up into our faces, but we don’t even care, I’m lost in Spence, and he in me. I can feel the pressure building in my core, and I crave its release. With his magnificent ability to sense what my body needs, Spence swivels and lifts his hips and pulls my hips down so that my clit meets his pelvic bone in the most glorious way. A strangled grown builds and escapes my mouth as my orgasm makes itself known. My body shudders and bucks against Spence, and soon, he holds me still as he releases his own orgasm.
His hands move from my hips and wrap tightly around my waist, and his head droops and rests against my chest. I rest my cheek on the top of his head. I glance at the floor around the tub, and it’s sopping wet. Oops.
“The floor is soaked,” I murmur against his hair.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums in response.
“I guess we should mop it up,” I add, smiling.
“Mmmhmm,” he hums again, not lifting his head away from my chest.
“Or we could just stay here all night,” I tease.
Finally, he lifts his head and looks at me.
“The floor will be fine, let’s just go to bed,” he says, sounding even more tired than before.
Nodding, I then stand up in the tub and step out carefully. I pull a big, fluffy white towel off the rack and wrap it around myself, then I grab the other and hand it to Spence just as he’s stepping out.
“Thanks, baby,” he says, wrapping it around his waist then examining the floor for himself.
He walks over to the linen closet and pulls out two more towels and then drapes them over the puddle.
“That will just have to do until tomorrow.”
We dry ourselves off lazily, drop the towels on the floor, and crawl into Spence’s bed. He pulls me against him, and I tuck myself into the crook of his arm. Glad this weekend is over; I fall into a wonderfully deep and restful sleep.
“Will someone fix this damn salad?” I yell across the kitchen as I toss a wilted salad onto the counter.
“Yes ma’am,” One of my cooks comes over and grabs it and tosses it in the trash.
“Who the hell served wilted lettuce anyway? We cannot allow that sort of laziness to happen here!” I shout again.
For a Monday, today has been ridiculously busy, and I am in no mood for mistakes. Nobody dares to answer me, though.
“Relax, Rox. It's not that big a deal,” Chris says calmly from next to me.
“It is to me,” I mutter, “I don’t want this to become one of those places where the food quality drops after the first year.”
“I understand that, but its just lettuce. I’m sure it was just a mistake; everyone in here is doing their best,” he defends.
I have to stop what I’m doing and take a deep, cleansing breath. He’s right; I’m just feeling a little extra moody today, and I shouldn’t take it out on everyone else.
“Okay, you’re right,” I say quietly so that only he can hear me.
“I usually am,” he chuckles, “any reason you’re in a foul mood today?”
“Did you sleep all right?”
“I had a great sleep.”
“What? Valid question. Lena becomes the devil when it’s her time of the month. You think she swears a lot normally, you should hear her. I can’t bring her anywhere near children,” he says, shaking his head at the thought.
“I think I’m just tired. It’s been a busy day.”
“Yeah, I don’t understand how we’re so busy on a fucking Monday.”
“Maybe it just feels extra busy because we had a full weekend off,” I suggest.
“Probably, and what a weekend it was,” Chris smiles.
I almost forgot that for him, it was probably the best weekend ever, having avoided all the drama. I don’t say anything, and Chris looks at me curiously.
“What?” he asks.
“What, what?” I murmur.
“Did you not have a good weekend?”
“It was okay.”
“Yeah. A lot of stuff went down this weekend. I won’t bore you with the details.”
“You never bore me, Rox. Your stories are probably some of the most interesting I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m glad my life is so entertaining to you,” I mutter.
“Whoa, rein in that temper again, Vice.”
“Tell me,” he prods.
“Well, mostly, Spence and I had an epic fight Saturday night, but we worked it out, so we’re okay now, but it was a close one.”
“What was the fight about?”
“Seth,” I say simply.
Chris drops his tongs and rounds on me.
“Are you fucking serious, Rox?” he growls at me.
“Whoa, who needs to calm down now? It’s not what you think, Chris.”
“Then, what about Seth?”
“Well, you know, after we had been doing all those tequila shots?”
“How could I forget?” Chris grins.
“Yeah, well, apparently that is a drink that Spence should avoid. One minute we were just talking, and the next minute, he was dragging me over to Seth, and he forced me to kiss him so that I could prove to him that I no longer had feelings for him.”
“Holy shit,” Chris gasps.
“I was mad as hell, so I kissed Seth, just like he wanted me to.”
“And how’d you feel?”
“Nothing, it was gone.”
“Yes, but I smacked Spence in the face and stormed off.”
“You guys seemed okay the next morning.”
“We were. As I said, we worked it out, and I think we’re even closer than before because of it. It cleared up a lot of doubt that he was harboring.”
“So was that it?”
“No. Then yesterday, Casey told me that she and Seth hooked up after that.”
“What? Really? How?”
“Long story…it’s just so tangled.”
“I thought he was with Anya?”
“Yeah, I’m not so sure. Earlier Saturday, Spence and I caught her and Lucas coming out of a VIP room together.”
“Fuck! Did you tell Seth?”
“Spence and I agreed not to. But I guess Seth and Anya are even now. I don’t know what’s going to happen there with that mess.”
“Damn, lifestyles of the rich and famous,” Chris mutters, shaking his head, “I don’t know how you deal with all that bullshit sometimes Rox.”
“I know. My life has become one big soap opera, hasn’t it?”
“Hopefully, it calms down for you.”
“I hope so too. I wish things were a lot simpler sometimes, like what you and Lena have. You don’t have to deal with exes and other people trying to screw around in your love life.”
“I do love the simplicity,” he agrees.
“Oh well, that was the last Manfredi Masque ever,” I tell him.
“Yes, but don’t say anything. I’m not sure that it’s public knowledge just yet.”
“Why isn’t he doing it anymore?”
“Once we’re married, Spence wants to start a family, and he said he doesn’t want to be bothered with that kind of thing anymore. It’s kind of lovely.”
“Awe, my little Roxanne with a baby?”
Chris grins from ear to ear.
“Hey, you’re gonna be next,” I remind him.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to have kids. Lena and I both agreed we’d like to have at least three.”
“Three? Yikes. I think I’ll stick with one or two, and I’m just getting used to the idea of having any at all.”
“You and Spence will make great parents Rox, I know it.”
“Thank you, Chris, and same to you and Lena.”
“Yeah, I think so…she’ll just have to learn to control her mouth so that our kids' first word isn’t Fuck!”
I burst out laughing at that image, and Chris joins me, obviously picturing it as well.
An hour later, we’ve slowed down quite a bit, so Chris is outside taking a much-needed break. I’m about to join him when Lucas appears in the kitchen.
“Hey Rox,” he greets me lightly.
“Hey, Lucas. What can I do for you?” I ask him.
What does he want?
“Oh, nothing. I just wanted to tell you that I finally got Seth to agree to join me for a beer tonight,” he says proudly.
I look at Lucas and smile kindly at him. He has a look of boyish excitement on his face.
“Really? That’s good, Lucas. I hope you two can finally work it out.”
“I hope so…I mean, if you and Casey could work things out, why couldn’t Seth and I?”
“Good point,” I agree.
“I’m going to tell him about Anya too. He couldn’t possibly be mad about it either. One, I didn’t know it was his Anya until you told me, and two, he left with Casey that night. I just want to be straight with him.”
“I think that’s a good idea, Lucas. Honesty is probably going to be the best policy.”
“I just miss him, you know?”
“Yeah, I know how it feels to be without your best friend. It’s really hard.”
“He was always my wingman.”
“Maybe you need to be his wingman for once.”
“Yeah, I know…get his back.”
“He’s having a rough time right now too,” I reveal, then as always, wonder if I should have.
“With you and Spence?” he guesses correctly, and I nod.
“Maybe I need to get him away from this whole situation…even Casey. I don’t think that those two should get together. I think he needs some separation from you guys, and dating Casey isn’t going to give him that. If anything, it will just bring him into your world even farther, and I don’t think any of you want that.”
Wow! I don’t know why I never thought of this before. Lucas, of all people, has a big fat point.
“Holy shit, why didn’t I think of that before?” I exclaim, feeling stupid, “Lucas, you are so right.”
“For fucking once,” he smiles.
“They can’t get together,” I breathe.
I think about it farther. What would that be like? Seth and Casey, together at my wedding? Things like special occasions and double dates, with Seth? I don’t think that would work for Spence and me.
“You’re thinking about how awkward that would be, aren’t you?” Lucas says, knowingly.
“Yes…and Oh my god.”
“I know! As hard as it is to believe, I’m a pretty smart guy sometimes. More in the business world than emotionally, of course, but I have my moments.”
“Thank you for pointing out what should have been glaringly obvious, Lucas. I don’t know what I was thinking of encouraging such a thing.”
“So my first task in regaining Seth’s friendship will be making sure that he doesn’t set himself up for further heartbreak. I need the old Seth back, the one who didn’t let anything bother him.”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to squash all of it, Lucas. Maybe he’s ready to be in a relationship instead of just fucking around all the time?”
“Yeah, I know. But it has to be with someone far removed from you,” Lucas points his finger at me and raises his eyebrows.
“I feel like that should sting, but I completely agree.”
“So then, wish me luck tonight.”
“Good luck Lucas,” I say it, and I fully mean it too.
Lucas smiles and salutes me before he strides out of the kitchen. He may be a dick, but surprisingly, he’s right. Geez, how could I be so dense! Seth and Casey? Call it a little selfish, but what a disaster it would be, one I hope we can stop before it begins.