Page 23 of Filthy Savage

“You look sexy over here, but I need to show you to your room before I leave,” he rasps.

That fact alone, that he’s whispering in my ear, sends a chill down my spine. Sliding off the barstool, I don’t bother saying anything to the others. They can see everything that’s happening.

Brew takes my hand in his, then guides me toward his room. I was only in here that one night, and I don’t really remember the space that much. I was more focused on him—on the things he was doing to me.

When Brew opens his bedroom door, I step inside the room and pause.

Gross.

CHAPTER

NINE

SPENCER

I’m frozenin my tracks as I stare at the disaster that is in this bedroom. Finally, I break my gaze from the room, and I turn my head, looking back to Brew. I widen my gaze at him. He at least shrugs a shoulder.

“Not the neatest man on earth,” he states.

“Not even in the galaxy,” I mutter.

He chuckles and takes a step toward me, then another. “The cabin isn’t this bad, swear,” he murmurs, dipping his chin before he touches his lips to mine.

“Well, thank God for small favors,” I say with a laugh. “I guess I have some work cut out for me.”

He hums, his nose running alongside mine before he murmurs. “Got clean sheets in the closet.”

Those words aren’t sexy at all, but I still have to press my thighs together because my belly dips and my pussy tingles. I press my palms against his chest, feeling the hard wall of muscle beneath my fingertips.

“I’ll clean this shithole once,” I whisper. “After that, I’ll burn it to the ground because you’re a grown-ass man, and you should be cleaning your own room.”

He wraps his arm around me, tugging me against his chest, and laughs. His voice fills the room, bouncing off the undecorated walls around us. Then he drops his head slightly, and his mouth touches mine in a quick, chaste kiss.

Brew takes a step backward, his eyes dancing as they search mine, and then he clears his throat. “I am sorry it’s such a mess. It’s fucking disgusting, but honestly, this is just a place I crash when I’m too drunk to ride home. I haven’t lived here in a long time.”

Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I exhale as I look into his eyes. “I’ll be snooping through everything.”

Brew laughs again, closing the distance between us even more, and cups my cheek. “I have no doubt, and I’m sorry in advance for whatever you find.”

Rolling my eyes to the ceiling, I can’t help but smile. “You’re lucky I know what kind of lifestyle you men lead.”

“And whatever you find, you need to know it’s from the past, not the present, and not the future,” he says.

My heart squeezes, my belly dips, and I swear I actually swoon at those words. I’m not sure if they should affect me the way they do, but hearing him say that the past is just that and the future will be different?

It means something to me because my whole life, I didn’t think that these men could be different. I always had an image of what they were, and at seventeen, I was willing to accept it because I wanted Brew that badly.

Plus, everything I’ve ever known about relationships was pain and abuse, and I knew he would be decent to me. I would be treated with some respect because I would be an old lady if he made me his, but it would never be a fairy-tale kind of love.

It would never be what you’d see in a movie. Relationships like that weren’t possible in this world. I would take what I could get and be happy. But when I walked away or rather ran, I realized that being cheated on and having everything about life hidden from me wasn’t that appealing.

In fact, being in the dark about every aspect of my partner’s life felt a bit… icky.

Then there was also the fact that they could all end up in jail—every single one of them. They had grown up away from this world, seeing more of life outside of the club, outside of Pineville.

It cured me of wanting to be an old lady for the Dark Horse MC. But no matter what I tried to tell myself, tried to convince myself of, my heart and body still craved it—still craved him. Brew keeps me close to him, and I wonder if he’ll ever let me go. I hope he doesn’t. I like it here—in his arms, his eyes focused on me and just me.

“You be good. Hopefully, I’ll be back soon,” he murmurs.

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