Spencer Reid Hot Novels & Stories

Austin growls, pulling out of me slowly. “I never knew watching you get fucked could be so fucking hot babygirl.” Spencer says. I moan again. The combination of all our juices spills out of me, leaking onto the counter. “I love when someone watches. It makes me super wet.” I whisper, making them both groan. “You are perfect for us baby. Just damn perfect.” Spencer says. “I am so glad you are ours.” Austin says. I smile. “I’m glad you guys are mine.”

The next day, another photo of Xander Reid went viral on social media. It was taken from last night’s welcome party. No media people were invited to that party. Taking photos was strictly prohibited inside the Reid mansion. The security also seized the cell phones of the guests so that no one could click on Xander Reid. Despite such tight security, someone managed to click on him. And this time, his front view was visible. Although the photo was deleted from social media promptly, Abigail got the time to d******d his photo successfully. She stared at the photo with disbelief, creasing her eyebrows tight.

I tell him, earning a narrow stare from him. “Who else have you been communicating with, Reid? I knew you were spying on us.” “Here we go again... another assumption. So because I made such a statement, it means I am spying on your pack? Oh c’mon. Is it not possible to get to communicate with one of your own, knowing some of your members would be sure to be stubborn in abiding by the rules that affect the borderline.” “Who is that? Which pack member did you communicate with?”

"Relax, I understood what you meant. I would love to watch a movie and just regular chill with you." "Well, I'm not sure." What am I doing? What is wrong with me? It's not that I don't want to have a hot guy in my living room, but I watch way too much Investigative Discovery Channel at night. Hot guys are killers, too. It's always the ones the neighbors don't expect. Spencer fiddles with his bags, giving himself a free hand, and pulls the cell phone out of his back pocket. It takes me a few seconds, but I finally catch up and realize this is the point we exchange numbers and information.

Is that Kash guy the reason why Spencer drowned himself in the alcohol? I bet this Kash guy was really special to Spencer. I wonder what he does to Spencer to make him like this? Not to mention the things I did to him. He must have really hurt him. I have only known Kash in my entire life. His name is Kashton. He is not a friend but he’s my brother. I just hope that Spencer didn’t date Kashton Reid. “Don’t leave me,” I heard Spencer whisper in my ear and I didn’t bother to remove myself from him. I just laid down beside him for him to calm down.

I smiled as we both shook each other’s hand. Spencer and I had a longer conversation after that but I was already feeling flushed and fuzzy that I don’t remember anything following that approach. I just recalled that he’s working as a stripper and it made perfect sense with keeping his body ripped and well-sculpted like a herculean god.

"One of the people who slandered Mr. Adam, namely your father, accused your father of being involved in an abbreviation that was so terrible that your family company was one of the people involved in this project. It is possible that the Hadid family has an important role in this matter. I am still trying to investigate and need to find any evidence, but believe me as soon as possible I will be able to get all the evidence for you, sir. Now what you need to do is to cooperate as much as possible in the continuation of the project and try to get Miss Hadid to give you some of the shares in the project and hold back and buy time so that the project doesn't run well quickly. Because if the proj

So maybe the list of suspects had been narrowed down after all. Leila’s phone buzzed as she walked back to her truck. It was a text from Zenia. She had arrived at Spencer’s and even sent a pic of herself with the guy. Spencer was cute, in a nerdy way. He had dark hair in a short cut, mocha colored skin, black wire glasses, the five o clock shadow, and the bulge of muscles peeking out from his NASA t-shirt. Zenia was smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. And she confessed she wanted to taste Spenser as he looked good enough to eat.

Reese POV The party at Nathalie’s was still buzzing, the romantic music wrapping around the couples on the dance floor as I spun in Spencer’s arms. Elliot’s heat was still clinging to my skin, like a tattoo I couldn’t erase, but I tried to focus on the moment—Spencer’s steady arm around my waist, the way he led me with precise steps, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding me. He was smiling at me, but there was something in his eyes, a shadow I couldn’t ignore.