Page 83 of Filthy Savage
I slide my hand up the center of her back, making my cock twitch, and I think about fucking her one more time even though my dick fucking hurts. I could do it again. I could always do it again when it’s her body up for grabs.
“Had to get some work done,” I murmur against her lips, my mouth traveling down the side of her throat.
She hums, then lets out a sigh. “Humble called me this morning.”
I freeze, leaning back slightly as I tilt my head and look into her eyes. “He did?”
Spencer dips her chin in a single nod. “He did, and I’m going to be visiting him in a few days.”
I bite my tongue. I want to ask her what she’s going to tell him, but I decide against it. I’m going to have my own conversation with Clink. I don’t need my woman being the go-between. Whatever she talks with him about is solely her shit.
“How are you feeling about it?” I ask.
She shrugs her shoulder, her gaze flicking down to her lap before she lifts it up to meet mine. “Nervous. I always told him if anything happened to him, I would not visit him. But the first thing I wanted to do when I found out he was arrested was visit him.”
My muscles flex around her. I fucking hate that this shit happened to her. Despise it. She shouldn’t have to go through this. He should have never been arrested, and I wish we could kill all those bastards all over again.
“Don’t be nervous, beautiful. It’ll all be good. He’ll be happy to see you.”
That’s no lie. Clink always talked about Spencer and how he was proud of her but missed her. He’ll be happy to see her, even if the situation is fucking horrible. And I know he’ll also be glad that she’s staying, even if it means he’s pissed off at me.
“I hope so,” she says softly, then she lowers her head and rests her temple against my shoulder. “I never wanted this.”
“Me either, but I can’t deny that I’m glad it happened, even at the expense of Clink’s freedom, and I know that makes me a complete fucking selfish asshole for saying that. But youwouldn’t be right here, and I wouldn’t be the happiest man on this fucking planet.”
Spencer slowly shifts and lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. Her gaze is searching, and then she leans forward and touches her lips to mine again, brushing them across my own before she lifts her head, her teeth slowly sinking into her bottom lip. I watch as they tug back on the skin, and I want her in my mouth. I want to suck on that lip. I want to suck on all of her flesh.
Every fucking ounce of her.
“I can’t do it again for at least another twelve hours,” she whispers breathlessly.
I grunt, leaning back in my chair slightly but not too far away from her. “Why twelve hours?” I ask, feeling my aching cock twitch again.
“I’m sore as hell,” she whispers, her cheeks tinting pink at her own words.
The smile that appears on my lips is one that I can’t wipe off even if I tried. I wouldn’t want to anyway. It’s prideful. Because I’m fucking proud of myself that I made her sore. A fucking badge of honor is what it is.
Lifting my hand, I cup her center over her shorts, but I don’t do anything but hold her there. “Absolutely gorgeous—your cunt sore from me. I aim to keep you this way, always.”
She whimpers. “Always?” she exhales.
“You’ll get eight hours of rest. Then I’m going to be inside of you again. I’m going to stretch you and make you come. Then I’m going to lick your ache away.”
SPENCER
The clubhouse seems calmerthan it has the past few weeks, as if everything has been settled. I guess whatever they did when they were all away is handled. Finished and done. I don’t know if it had anything to do with my brother, but I hope that whoever helped to put him away has suffered—immensely.
Inhaling a deep breath, I stand at the cabin’s front door. I’m no longer under guard. My car is being charged, but Evan has left me his pickup truck to go into town if I so choose, and he’s promised to take me to visit Humble in a few days.
Pacing the cabin’s back deck, I try to let the scenery calm me, but it doesn’t work. I’m nervous, and not just about seeing my brother, but about everything. I know that the moment Evan is here with me, anywhere near me, my nervous energy will dissipate. But when he’s not near, I’m filled with anxiety and doubt.
I doubt myself, mostly about my decisions and whether this is the right move. It feels right in the moment, but I don’t want to make a mistake. I know that I’m not making a move here hastily. I know I should be here for Humble. I want to be here for him. But I also don’t want to be selfish.
And I know I’m being selfish.
As a human, I realize that being selfish is normal, but I try not to be. I try to be a good person, but I’ve been selfish by staying away. I tried to claim it was for my own mental health, but I’m not so sure about that.
The guilt I feel about it consumes me. I should have come to Pineville and visited my brother at least once in the past decade.