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    Not The Type – (Chapter: My Love)

    “Maybe later,” I shrug. “But right now Spencer’s tired. So you guys leave so she can sleep.” I stand up and pull Spencer down the hall with me.

    “Do you want to go get a beer?” I hear Jordan ask my sister.

    “She’s under age Jordan!” I know Jordan’s just playing.

    “Dude, you’re underage!” Jordan laughs.

    “Don’t fuck with me Jordan!” I yell back and close Spencer door behind me.

     

     

     

    It’s almost ten thirty and Spencer’s still sleep. She defiantly is not allowed to take summer classes anymore; she’s always tired or busy with school shit now. But I’m proud.

    Anyway Jordan texted me about thirty minutes ago, saying she was dropping Brooke off at our parents then going to crash at Michaels. Yeah, those two kissed and made up, like always. I wond…

    “Ash!” My thoughts get interrupter when I hear Spencer calling for me. About time she woke up.

    “Sup boo,” I grin and jump on the bed.

    “I didn’t know I was that tired.” She says looking at the clock on her night stand. “Sorry, you must have been bored.”

    “No, I ate the last bowl of Corn Pops and made prank calls.” I lean down and press my lips to hers.

    “I believe you.” She says laughing.

    “You should.” I called at least thirteen people. What can I say; I had nothing better to do.

    “Come here.” Spencer pulls me down on top of her.

    “Shit.” I hiss out when Spencer bends her knee and make it connect with my center.

    “I’m sorry about this morning.” Spencer referring back to when we was at my parent’s house and she got me all hot and bothered but could stay to cool me off.

    “Don’t be.” I say against her neck, my teeth biting down on her smooth skin.

    “Mmmm….do you want me to make it up to you?” She asks while flipping me over. I’m now on my back with a sexy, horny Spencer hovering over me.

    “Please.” I say and pull her down onto me. My hands go straight to her ass and I pull her into me. We both are only dressed in t-shirts and panties. Damp panties.

    “Fuck…” She groans as we dry hump. I don’t want a slow fuck so I grab one of Spencer’s hands form my hair and shove it between us.

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