81-Stag and Hen.

Spencer’s POV

“Spencer, don’t stop, ohhh,” Dawn is under me and, damn, she feels good.

Tomorrow is our commitment ceremony and Mom is insisting that we don’t see each other until Dawn walks down the aisle.

“Dawn, fuck, you feel good,” I groan as I use the headboard to pull myself into her.

“I’m there, I’m there,” Dawn screams as we finish together.

As part of the compromise with her father, she has an implanted birth control until she finishes college. She chose the nursing program at Pacific Union about 45 minutes off packlands. I will be at Sonoma State an hour off packlands in the opposite direction. I’m not thrilled, but even my parents agree it's a good idea.

Bella will be at pupcare all day while we are in classes. Stevee and Mom will probably take her out often and spoil her senseless. Not to mention my Dad’s adopted brother Eric, who is a head warrior and thinks the sun rises and sets with Bella. He and his mate are childless by choice, so spoiling a niece sounds good to hi