Page 81 of Filthy Savage

Instead of saying any of that, I only say one single word because that is all that’s needed right now. “Yes.”

Evan curls his fingers around the side of my throat before he gently tugs my body closer to his. I go easily, tilting my head backward so I can look up into his eyes. His smile is small, but his gaze is intense, and he tells me everything I need to know just with that look. Then he leans forward and touches his mouth to mine.

“Good girl,” he breathes against my lips before he releases me, drops his hand from my neck, and slides his arm around my waist, tugging me against his side. “I need a fucking drink,” he calls out, and the room erupts in cheers and laughter.

That is done.

Apparently, it’s time to move on.

And move on is what we do. Well, I don’t move anywhere. Evan doesn’t let me. He keeps his arm wrapped around my waist, only loosening his grip to relax and rest against my hip. He drinks one shot after another and then another.

I stick with water, unsure that I want to get trashed tonight. I don’t know. After Jasmine, I am feeling uneasy about everything except Evan. Right now, tonight, I feel better about him, about us, than I have since I arrived in town.

This could really be it. I know he is saying that it is, but I think I might actually believe it now. Maybe I just needed to witness him ending it with her. Maybe I just needed his official claiming and my official old lady title. Maybe I just needed it all. That’s probably more like it. Because I’m dramatic and needy like that.

BREW

My brothers getme absolutely trashed. It’s not even a weekend, but here we are, drinking, knowing damn well that I’m going to be absolutely fucking slammed with schedules tomorrow, but tonight, none of that matters.

One shot after another, after another. My woman is on my arm, and for the first time since my father died, I feel at peace. King and Gnaw leave early, heading home to their women. But my brother stays, his hand slapping against the center of my back before he speaks, his voice so low that only I can hear him.

“I like this for you, Evan,” he murmurs.

Turning my head, I smirk. “Yeah, little brother. I’m glad you’re looking out for me.”

Atomic snorts. “What the fuck ever. I’m serious, though. This would have been a fucking disaster ten years ago, but now, this is good. She’s where she belongs, with her family.”

He doesn’t allow me to respond. He takes a step backward, his hand dropping from my back before he turns and walks away, heading toward the front door. Pulling Spencer a little closer to my side, I turn my head and touch my lips to the top of her head.

She hums and wraps her arm around my waist. Reaching into my cut for a smoke, I decide one smoke and then bed. I’m ready to be tangled up with this woman. I’m not here for the party. I’m ready for the next part of the night.

There is hollering behind us, and I turn around, my cigarette in my mouth. Spencer’s breath hitches beside me, but I let out a snort at the sight that greets us. Vixen is on top of the felt pool table, her ass in the air, and Firecracker is lying down on the table, her legs spread wide.

Vixen’s face is buried between Firecracker’s thighs, and she’s going to town on her cunt. Guts walks around the pool table where Firecracker’s head is hanging off the back and begins tounbutton his jeans. Rim makes his way to the back of where Vixen is kneeling.

I take this as our cue to head up to our room. Turning my attention toward my woman, I smirk at the sight of her wide eyes. She’s unable to look away, and I decide that I’m going to have a little bit of fun with her.

“You wanna join them?” I ask.

Spencer gasps, her eyes swinging from the pool table scene to meet mine. I know the moment she realizes that I’m joking because her entire body relaxes, and she laughs, shaking her head a couple of times from side to side.

“You asshole,” she hisses.

I snort. “Yeah, let’s go to our room. It’s just going to get wilder down here.”

She nods her head, but before she makes a move toward the bedroom, she reaches up and takes the smoke from between my lips. I watch as she takes a drag, and I smirk at the sight. I’ve never seen her do this before. I don’t hate it, especially recreational.

“You gonna get high and fuck me, beautiful?”

“Yeah.”

I exhale. “Let’s go.”

I grab her hand and squeeze it gently, tugging her behind me. Moving through the clubhouse, I ignore everyone else around me. Although, they’re too focused on the pool table show. They couldn’t give a fuck about us right now, and I don’t hate that concept.

Once we’re in the bedroom, I slam the door closed. Gathering Spencer in my arms, I look into her eyes. She smiles up at me, so fucking beautiful in every way. Turning away from her slightly, I take another hit, then shift my attention back to her.

Spencer opens her mouth, her eyes on mine as I lean forward and part my lips, blowing the smoke into her mouth. She closesher lips, her gaze never leaving mine. Then she releases the smoke and gives me a gorgeous smile before she sinks down to her knees in front of me.