Page 21 of Filthy Savage

“I can’t just move here. I know you’re saying this is home, and I can’t deny that there are quite a few reasons why I want to stay here. But I can’t afford to just pick up and move,” she states. “And there’s no way I’m moving into this place.”

I almost burst out laughing. “No way in fuck would I let you stay here for any length of time that wasn’t lockdown.”

Her eyes narrow on me, and I know it’s because I used the wordlet. I’m sure that pissed her off. The progressive Austinite woman she is. My lips twitch into a smirk, and I can’t deny that she looks damn good when she’s annoyed, so I may fuck with her more often.

“I got a cabin. It was Atomic’s, but he has a house in town now. You can stay there as long as you want.”

She blinks a few times, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, scraping them across before she releases them. “I need Wi-Fi for my work,” she whispers.

“You got it, beautiful.”

“Why?” she asks. “Because I’m Clink’s sister?”

This seems like a tricky question to answer. Keeping my lips curved up into a smile, I hum before I answer her. “You already know that if you were just Clink’s sister, you’d have a room here,” I state.

Her breath hitches, and I want to kiss her. I want to taste her, but I don’t have the fucking time. I need to get her in the clubhouse and have her locked away safely so we can leave for Louisiana.

“Brew,” she exhales.

Lifting my hand, I slide my palm against her cheek as I look into her eyes. I need her to know just how serious I am. Although, I’m not completely sure what my seriousness looks like. I just know I have to have her.

I want to keep her.

“You can move into the cabin. You work from home, right?”

“I do,” she whispers. “But…” Her words trail off.

“There are no labels needed right now, Spencer. Whatever it is is what it is. Right now, you need to focus on yourself, on Clink, and on staying safe. I’m going to do my part to keep you safe tonight.”

She leans into my palm, her eyes closing for a moment before she straightens. “I’m going to ignore all of that and live in denial,” she announces.

“You are?”

She nods her head once. “I am. Because if I don’t, I’ll sit and think about what you said. I’ll create scenarios, and I’ll freak out.”

Chuckling, I slide my hand from her cheek to the side of her throat and curl my fingers against her flesh there. “What kind of scenarios?” I ask.

She lets out a heavy sigh. “All kinds,” she says. “Romantic ones, embarrassing ones, and with whatever you’re going to do tokeep me safe… scary ones.”

Pressing my lips together, I clear my throat. “All valid, beautiful,” I murmur as I drop my hand from her throat. Taking a step backward, I reach for her bag and pick it up. Then, I jerk my head toward the door and begin to walk in that direction.

“Brew,” she calls out from behind me.

Turning my head, I look back over my shoulder at her. “Spencer?”

“I know that it was wrong all those years ago, but I’ve never regretted a single moment of it.”

Without letting me respond, she brushes past me and walks into the clubhouse. I watch her ass in her oversized flowy-type shorts and wonder just how in the fuck I’m supposed to feel.

I’m sure it shouldn’t make me happy, but it does. Maybe Spencer doesn’t hate all of us as much as she claims she does. Shaking my head, I follow behind her.

The bar is full. There are people everywhere, but I find her blonde head instantly. She is standing at the bar, with Ryan and Kyle flanking her and Shawn two seats down. They’re a pretty picture, those old ladies of the club. And Spencer will be an old lady. I just have to claim her.

And I will be claiming her.

Soon and often.

SPENCER

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