Page 76 of Filthy Savage
Owns. Me.
God, I don’t know how I thought that I could ever run away from this man andstayaway. I love him with all I have. With all I am. It’s just Evan. Nobody else will ever do for me. And obviously, I cannot handle anyone else doing it for him. Never again, anyway.
His teeth tug on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss. I slide my tongue across my bottom lip, where his teeth just nipped me, and look into his eyes. I can’t look away from him. Because it is always just him for me. We could be in the middle of Times Square, and I wouldn’t even know it.
“Does that mean you love me?” I ask, my body trembling along with my voice.
Evan doesn’t even hesitate. He chuckles before he lets out a hum. “I’ve always loved you, Spencer. It just took me a minute to figure out what the fuck I was feeling.”
My heart stops beating. I know it does. I feel so light-headed that I think I might actually be able to fly right now if I tried. Evan chuckles, his fingers at my waist moving to the button of my shorts.
Consciously, I know we’re outside of the clubhouse, and there are people in and out and all around, but I don’t care. At least not in this moment. I’ll care when we’re finished, I’m sure… maybe… possibly.
Evan pushes my shorts and panties down my legs, then lifts me up, pressing my back against the rough wall of the building. His lips touch mine, and I feel the roughness of his jeans against my bare pussy.
His hips roll, causing me to whimper against his mouth. He chuckles against my lips, then his tongue slips out and slides into my mouth. He swirls it inside of me, tasting my entire mouth as his jeans continue to gently grind against me. I know he’s goingto get my wetness on his jeans, and I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t.
I’m selfish. I know I am.
“Free me, beautiful,” he rasps as he shifts his face from mine and begins to kiss, suck, and bite my throat.
I don’t hesitate to do what he demands. I want him inside of me as much as he wants to be inside of me—maybe even more. Once I’ve freed him, I stroke his hard length between us, loving the way his silky skin feels against my hand. He’s long and hard, no doubt aching for me the way I do for him.
Guiding the head of his cock to my center, I shift my hands between us, holding on to his shoulders as he buries himself inside of me with one thrust. My breath hitches as he looks into my eyes, his body still.
I want him to move. I don’t need it yet, but I want it. I almost beg for it. He knows it, too, because his lips twitch into a smirk at the sight of me. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head once.
“Adjust to me, feel me. I want you to realize, to really take in the fact that this is the last cock you will ever feel entering your body. Accept me, adjust to me, because this is it, beautiful. My cock and your cunt. That’s all.”
Smiling, and I don’t think I could ever wipe the smile from my face at this point, I slide one of my hands from his shoulder to wrap my fingers around the side of his neck. Looking into his eyes, I lean forward and touch my mouth to his.
“Feel that pussy?” I ask. “It’s the only one you’ll be feeling, but it’s all yours.”
He growls, his mouth taking mine again, this time in a tender kiss. “Fuck yeah, it is, beautiful.”
And instead of fucking me so hard that my head slams against the side of the building and I see stars, the man makes love to me. We’re outside in the humid heat, the sun shining down on us.
The pine trees are in the distance, the gravel and dust around us in the parking lot. I can hear the music thrumming inside the building. I can almost feel it, too. But not a single thing that surrounds us matters in this moment.
Because the only thing that means anything at all is the way this man makes me feel. Every single inch of me.
BREW
When we walkinto the clubhouse, I see the men hanging around, some of the clubwhores, too, and I decide that this is as good a time as ever. “Everyone,” I call out.
The music is lowered, Spencer squeezing and tugging on my hand, but I ignore her. I flick my gaze around the room to ensure that the most important people are here for this, including King and Atomic.
Although the most significant person for this moment is not here and cannot be. I’m going to have to deal with him, though. There is no getting out of the ass beating I have coming, and he’s going to have three years to prep for it.
“Spencer Maddison is officially my old lady.”
I wait for the shock and awe, but it doesn’t exist. They all knew it already. This is no surprise. They erupt in applause and whistles. A beer is shoved in my chest. I gladly take it.
We walk through the clubhouse, and my brothers slap my shoulders in congratulations. Once we’re across the room, I guide Spencer to the side of the bar. Facing her, I drop my hand from hers and lift it, cupping her cheek.
“I got to go in for church for a bit. You’ll be good out here?” I ask.
I don’t have to ask shit. I know she’ll be fine. She was raised in this life and can handle herself, plus it’ll just be her, prospects, and whores. What could go wrong?