Page 24 of Filthy Savage
I open my mouth to ask him when, but his lips touch mine, and then his tongue slides inside of me and tastes me with one quick swoop before his hands fall from me, and he takes a step backward.
“Brew,” I call out, my voice smaller than I intend it to be. He jerks his chin toward me, his gaze searching mine before I speak. “How much danger are you going to be in when you go?”
He gives his head a quick shake. “I’m not going to be in any danger, beautiful,” he says, although I don’t quite believe him. He’s confident in his words and tone, but it’s clear that he doesn’t believe them deep in his core. That scares me.
My heart begins to race, slamming against my ribs, and I imagine it bursting from my chest and landing on the dirty floor by my feet.
“Brew,” I warn.
He laughs softly, his eyes sparkling as he watches me for a long moment, and then he clears his throat and shrugs a shoulder. “Don’t worry, Spencer. This is for Clink.”
“My brother?”
He hums. “Your brother, and that’s all you need to know.”
Without another word, he walks out of the room, leaving me alone with his mess and feeling like maybe, just maybe, this could work—this could become something. Chewing on my bottom lip, I turn back to the disaster of a room and wince.
At least I’ll be busy tonight.
Because there is no way I can go to bed with this place being this disgusting.
The first thing I do is begin to gather the clothes off the floor and put them in the empty dirty clothes basket, which is hilarious, because it takes me about five minutes to fill it to capacity. Then I look around for the clean sheets Brew claimed he had.
Once I have the bed stripped and I’m changing the sheets, there is a knock on the door. Leaving the bed half-made, I walk over to the bedroom door, reach for the knob, and gently turn it before I tug it open.
Kyle and Shawn are standing in front of me, smiling. “Ryan is taking a nap with all of the kids. We came to help,” Shawn says, her voice overly cheery.
Then she lifts her hands, and she’s got trash bags in her grasp. I flick my gaze over to Kyle, who brings her hands up and waves them in front of me, holding some cleaner with cleaning rags and a broom.
“How did you know?” I ask.
Shawn snorts. “Their rooms all looked like nightmares before we got here.”
“It’s really horrible,” I murmur.
“That’s why we’re here. Plus, there’s nothing else to do, so we can at least clean and bitch about these men at the same time. It’s productive, really.”
Laughing, I stand to the side and allow them to pass by me and walk into the room. It doesn’t take us long to get the trash taken care of and in bags, but I have to confess, it was completely disgusting, and I’m embarrassed that they had to see any of it, even though they assured me that their men’s rooms were the same level of gross.
I’m glad they were here, though, because finding discarded used condoms almost sent me over the edge, even though I have zero reason to be upset about them. They are from the past, and we aren’t even anything yet. We’ve shared a couple of chaste kisses but nothing else.
So, while I want to be jealous as hell, I really don’t have a leg to stand on about it, so I keep my mouth shut. To their credit, Shawn and Kyle are an easy distraction from it all. I don’t know if they know finding them was upsetting, but they don’t mention it and keep me moving.
Once the room is clean and my bags are unpacked… we even cleared a drawer for me in his small dresser, we are finished. Shawn moves to stand beside me as we survey the space.
“It’s not going to be on television for an amazing makeover or anything, but it looks damn good.”
“It does,” I admit. “I wish he had linen sheets, though,” I mutter.
“I hear those are amazing,” Shawn says.
“They really are.” I almost whimper, dreaming about my linen sheets. I wonder if Brew would like them. Then I chastise myself because why do I care if he would like linen sheets or not?
“Let’s get some cupcakes. I feel like we earned them,” she murmurs.
I turn my head, my lips part, and my mouth waters at the same time before I can speak. “You have cupcakes?” I ask.
She snorts. “Girl,” she begins, “I’m not going on lockdown without bringing cupcakes.”