Perfect Fit (12 page)

“Are you going to just stand there and stare at me?” Dakota asked without turning around.

Regina leaned on the table next to him. She saw the massive television surveillance system set up on the left side on one entire wall, showing various rooms around Moments in full colour on the screen. They each had them in their office and the work areas to help them keep an eye on things. She focused on the one outside, saw his assistant exit her office, and go to the elevator. She glanced at Dakota, still working while humming and dancing.

“Is there a reason you came to see me, or did you just come to stare at my handsome face?” He stopped and faced her. “Wait. Let me give you a full view.” He grinned, then sobered and pulled off his work gloves. “What’s wrong, Reggie?”

“Nothing…” She bit her lip. “Charlotte called.”

“Really? How is she?”

“Good.”

“What did she say that upset you?”

“I’m not upset.” Regina wiped her hand over her face.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Dakota mocked.

“Boo…on you. I’m in a skirt.” Regina looked down at her clothing, then at him and grinned. “You’re the one in pants, so maybe you’re on fire.”

“Smart ass.” Dakota chuckled.

He turned and went to his fridge, then opened it and pulled out two bottles of water. He came back to her side and gestured for her to sit. Regina sat on the high-backed stool by the table. Dakota took the other and placed the water before her. Regina held it, playing with it between her hands. Dakota didn’t say anything, just drank his water.

“She asked about doing a dance for Chloe’s wedding.”

“We don’t do that anymore,” Dakota said.

Regina glanced at him sharply. “You don’t sound surprised.”

“She called me too.” Dakota shrugged. “Seems like she thought I was the one who wasn’t willing to do it.”

Although there was no accusation in his tone, Regina flinched. They were the ones who used to work on the dances with the couple. Then, for some couples on a basis of if they wanted to do it, either she or he would choreograph a dance they did with a troupe they had for the couple’s reception. There were many events whose clients requested them to create something, but they were selective with whom they choreographed for. She’d been dancing with Dakota from the time she could walk—he’d been her best friend from the time they were in diapers. Their parents had fostered their dancing, and it had been natural for them to become dance partners. Then she’d met Julianne, her other best friend. Thankfully, she and Dakota hadn’t had any animosity to each other. She should have expected there wouldn’t be any. Rarely did anything shake Dakota out of his calm and fun-loving exterior and people underestimated him because of it. Dakota was intense in a way that you didn’t see coming, and that helped him with demanding clients.

When Dakota and she were teenagers, just before she’d met Spencer, they had both decided to be professional dancers. For quite a few years when she’d first started dating Spencer, Dakota and she had won several awards and titles, then by mutual agreement, they’d decided to walk away. She stared at her friend who was always in her corner—and she in his. She was so grateful he was in her life. She’d opened Moments with Julianne, and Dakota his floral shop. He had a way with flowers and enjoyed creating elaborate pieces that won awards. They had maintained their friendship, and she’d eventually convinced him to join him and Julianne in Moments as a full partner. He’d brought in his brother. Then she and Julianne had also recruited some of their other friends to come into business with them. The eight of them had become a well-oiled team and left each person to their speciality in the business. They had complete control over what they did, without interference from the others. It worked for them, and they were all close. Not just friends, but family. Regina stared at Dakota, and his face was unfathomable.

“I hate when you do that.”

“What? Wait you out to see what you have to say?” Dakota shook his head. “It’s better than me hitting my head on a wall and pushing you to get you to talk.”

Talk. Always about talking. If only Spencer would wait for me to want to.

Like you would ever want to. He knows better than to wait. You can be stubborn.

She pushed away the thought and spoke to Dakota. “Why have you never asked me why I stopped doing the dancing?”

“You were so lost, Reggie, for a long time. So I let it go.” Dakota shrugged. “Besides, before you can tell me why, you need to tell Spencer.”

She flinched again, then cursed herself as she saw him smile sadly as he noticed it.

“You are always so stubborn.” Dakota sighed. “You don’t need to take everything on yourself. Just talk to Spencer.”

“Mind your own business, Dakkie,” she said firmly.

His eyes narrowed and he growled. “Call me that again, and I’ll turn you over my knee.”

“You can try, Dakkie,” she taunted, tensing to run.

Dakota flew off the stool, and Regina squeaked then quickly turned and ran down the aisle between the tables. Dakota caught her and lifted her from behind.

“Okay. I give,” Regina said, putting her hands up.

“Humph. After you’ve been caught. But it will do.” Dakota put her down and turned her to face him, studying her. “You changed, Regina. Cut off things that are as natural as breathing to you. This is why you and Spencer split.”

She stiffened and went to pull away, but Dakota held her firmly. “No, you need to hear this. I’ve known you since we slept in the same crib. Hell, we used to poop in our diapers next to each other.”

“You didn’t need to bring up the poop.” Regina chuckled.

“Pooping together bonds us as friends for life.” Dakota grinned briefly. “Don’t let him go this time.”

“I didn’t last time,” she protested.

“I know you, Reggie. You let him walk away without a fight. That’s not the Reggie I know.” Dakota shook his head. “The stubborn woman who knew Spencer was hers and went after him and to hell with everyone else. Use that and keep him this time.”

“I don’t plan to let him go,” Regina stated.

“Good.” He hugged her and kissed her forehead. “What time should I be at your house in the morning? Is Spencer coming to the neighbourhood party?”

Dakota lived two streets away from them on the block just past Driscoll’s house.

“Five. I need your help with the cornbread. I don’t know if Spencer will be there. He’s been working hard at the hospital.” She sighed. “Haven’t spent much time together.”

“It’ll slow down.” Dakota frowned. “Help with the cornbread, my butt. You want me to lift those heavy assed pans of yours.”

“But you have such big muscles.” Regina squeezed his arms. They went through the same teasing each year. She usually made cornbread, along with something else.

“Compliments will get you nowhere. You better feed me breakfast.”

“Feed you? Since you’re using my kitchen to make the pies, you can help me, and be the one to make breakfast.”

“Fine, but get the ingredients for French toast, bacon and omelettes. And get some good filling for the omelettes, or no food for you,” Dakota warned.

“So demanding.” Regina rolled her eyes. “Fine. Better make a lot, because once it gets out your making French toast, we’ll have neighbours showing up for food.”

“Then buy a lot of ingredients.” Dakota grinned and laughed. “I’m the French toast king. That’s why they flock to me when the neighbour party happens.”

Dakota made French toast for anyone who wanted to come by on the day of the neighbourhood party. He was known for it and each year, the amount of people coming grew.

“In your own world,” she teased, then pecked him on the cheek.

Dakota pushed her gently towards the door. “Now, I have to get back to work, unlike some slackers I know.”

“Hey, I worked today. But I’m on my way home. See ya.” Regina winked.

“See? Slacker. See you in the morning.” He waved and went back to his worktable.

Regina retraced her steps to her office, quickly grabbed her bag, then left.

Two hours later, she opened the kitchen doorway and disarmed the alarm, then pulled the bags in. She made a few trips back and forth to her vehicle. Finally, when everything was inside, she registered the low sound coming from the living room. She went to see what it was and as she got closer, she realised it was the TV playing on low. In the doorway, she leaned against the side and studied the sleeping man. Spencer’s hand was thrown up above his head as he lay on the couch. A soft snore came from him—he only snored when he was extremely tired. The lines on his face also portrayed it. Regina was so glad he was home and wanted to wake him, but didn’t since he needed his sleep.

She returned to the kitchen and put away the groceries. Regina went to the kitchen that was adjacent to the main one. Again she was grateful she had decided to add a second kitchen. It was large, and they usually used it when they held an event at her home. With how many friends they had, they needed the space and it came in handy for the neighbourhood party if things needed to be stored, kept cold, or heated up. She placed the many loaves of breads on the counter. She hoped she had enough, because what she’d said was true—the neighbours would be coming by if they knew Dakota would be making French toast. She turned off the kitchen lights and went back to the living room. Trying to be quiet, she took a light quilt from the chair, then went to the couch to cover Spencer.

He grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him.

“
Spence
.” She stared at him, then smacked him on the chest. “Faker. I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was. Been home for a long while.” Spencer grinned. “I heard you come in. Who can sleep with you trying to be quiet.” He cupped her ass. “Do you know you make less noise when you act normal?”

“I didn’t know.” She propped her elbows on his chest and placed her chin on her palms, staring at him. “You look tired, Spence.”

“Yeah. I am, but things will be better now. People are on the mend and started coming to work.” Spencer rubbed his hands along her butt. “I missed you, Reggie.”

She lowered her hands, then her head. “I missed you, too.” She kissed him gently.

“You can do better than that,” Spencer murmured, his voice husky.

Regina kissed him again, deepening it. Spencer opened and sucked her tongue. Regina moaned, moving against him restlessly. Spencer shifted her until she was below him on the couch then he rose, sliding off the couch. He tugged off her skirt as well as underwear before unbuttoning her shirt and pitching it behind him. Spencer kissed the top of each of her breasts, undoing the back clasp of her bra as he nuzzled the plump flesh. Regina cupped the back of his head.

“You’re tired.” She put up her token protest, her body already wet and wanting him.

“Never too tired for this. For you.” He released her breasts from the bra before throwing that away too. Spencer kissed down her breast, lifting it and circling the nipple with his tongue then sucking it into his mouth.

She tightened her hands in his hair, holding him close. Spencer pushed her back to lay fully down again on the couch. He blanketed her body, teeth scraping against her nipple. He moved from one to the other, driving her crazy. Regina widened her legs, shifting under him, moaning at each nibble, bite then suck of her aching nipples. Spencer’s tongue bathed the areola, and she gasped.

“Spence. Please.”

“Anything, Reggie,” he murmured around her skin.

“Any time, Spence.” She ran her fingers along his cheek, moving her fingers to his lips sucking her nipple.

He released the bud and turned his head, sucking in her finger. Regina shivered and closed her eyes, moaning. Spencer swirled his tongue over the tips of her fingers. He kissed each lightly, nibbling on the tips. He moved to settle firmly between her legs.

“Look at me, Reggie.” The urgency in his voice made her open her eyes.

Her breath caught at the look in Spencer’s gaze.

“I love you, Reggie.”

She blew out a shaky breath, hearing him say the words she hadn’t heard in a long time.

“I love you, Spence.” Her eyes burned as tears filled them.

“Love you.” He thrust into her.

“Love.” Regina gasped, arching and taking his long length inside her.

Spencer stroked quickly and urgently. She grabbed his butt, driving him on. She lifted her legs then wrapped them around him, moving with him. The heat and need filled her as he increased his motions. She dug her fingernails into his ass, moaning as he took her with such firm demand.

“My wife.” Spencer’s voice was low and intense.

“My husband,” Regina replied, holding him close.

Spencer thrust, his cock filling her. Regina tightened around him, hissing at the slide of his shaft in and out of her needy flesh. She met him motion for motion. Her pussy’s wetness caused his pleasurable glide to go deep as he filled her then pulled back—goosebumps broke out on her skin. She lifted her head and he lowered his, meeting her in a deep kiss. Heat filled her belly, and Regina stiffened as she arched, coming. Spencer joined her in release at the same moment, jerking as he erupted inside her. Gripping him tight, she continued to move with him as they shook with the force of their pleasure. Eventually, he slowed his thrusts, moving lazily, filling her with little flashes of passion. Then he stilled, resting against her. His breathing calmed, and his body started to get limp.

“Spence. Did you eat?” She kissed the side of his face.

“Hmmm…no.” Spencer yawned. “I’m too tired.”

“Go upstairs and I’ll get you something to eat.” She ran her hand down his side, feeling his ribs. “You haven’t been eating, Spence. I can count your ribs.”

“Busy…work.” His voice was sluggish.

“That is no excuse,” she scolded, then smacked him on the ass. “Up.”

Spencer jerked up, blinking. “Hey, I was trying to sleep here.”

“And you can. Once you have eaten,” she said, firmly pushing at his chest.

Spencer moved back, sitting between her legs. He yawned widely and stretched. Regina scooted back and sat up next to him, staring at his muscular body. She licked her lips, wanting to taste. But when she looked at his tired face, she decided to wait. She rose and stood before him, holding out her hand. He accepted it and stood. Regina led him to the stairs, then urged him up. Spencer carefully went up, the lines of his body and how slowly he moved clearly showing how tired he was. She stared at his firm ass and smiled. Regina hurried to the kitchen to get him something to eat.