Page 94 of Filthy Savage
Every goddamn ounce of her.
This is what I’ve always wanted and never imagined was possible.
Burying my face in her neck, I move harder and faster, my breathing coming out labored against her throat. She cries out, her body trembling, and then I feel it. Her pussy clamps around my cock, and it pulls my orgasm from my body immediately.
Fuck me.
I let out a roar, my mouth still against her throat, muffling the sound, although it wouldn’t matter if I yelled at the top of my lungs. We’re the only ones here at the cabin. The only ones for miles.
My hips continue to move, her pussy milking the rest of me dry. Lifting my head, I bury myself inside of her, staying there as I look into her eyes.
“I love you, Spencer.”
The words come so effortlessly. They have been on the tip of my tongue since the moment she walked back into my life, no matter how angrily she did so. That didn’t last long. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she stares at me wordlessly.
The silence should be uncomfortable. I’ve just told her that I love her. But for whatever reason, it doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t mind, at least until the shock wears off. Then I want an answer, a response, something.
“I love you, too, Evan. I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was. It’s always been you, and it will always be you.”
I slam my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. When I break it, I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes. I wonder if this is what my brother feels every fucking day being with Ryan.
I don’t know how he comes to work, how he fucking functions. I feel like I can’t. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. My lips turn up into a smile, and I pull out of her body, roll to the side, then lean against the headboard and look up at the ceiling.
When I turn to look at her, she does the same, a smile playing on her lips. “Tell me again,” I demand.
“I love you, Evan.”
I touch my mouth to hers. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do.”
I fuck her again, mainly because I can’t keep my cock out of her. I can’t stop from touching and tasting her. I fucking love everything about her, head to goddamn toe.
SPENCER
Staring at my computer,I try to work, but I can’t. Evan has disappeared. He didn’t tell me where he was going, and I didn’t ask. It was clear that he was on a mission. Setting my computer down on the coffee table, I stand and walk over to the back door.
I slip out onto the back patio to look out at the water and the trees. It’s so quiet, and the fresh air washes over me. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh and soak in all of the sun. Smiling, I wonder if this could be real. Could this be my life? I feel like I’m in a dream.
Pinch me.
The sound of a car coming up the drive causes me to pause. I turn my head and look down the driveway, but I can’t see it from where I am, so I move back into the house and head toward the front door. Before I reach it, the door flies open.
I blink at the sight in front of me. It’s Jasmine.
“What the fuck?” I hiss.
She smirks. “Where is he?” she demands.
I open my mouth to answer her, but she lets out a loud boom of laughter. Stumbling backward slightly, I look to the side, then shift my attention back to meet hers.
“You’re laughing, but I’m not sure why,” I say, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.
This woman isn’t right.
She smiles as she takes a step toward me. “Brew thought he would get away with this. That he could be with me for a decade, and then just walk away. I’ve put in the work. You aren’t going to have him.”
I think about telling her that I’ve known him longer than she could ever dream of, but I decide against it. It’s clear to me that she’s completely unhinged, and I have no desire to egg her on even more. She doesn’t need to be riled up.
She’s already on level ten.