Page 36 of Filthy Savage

Fucking fabulous.

I restrain myself from following her into the bathroom, knowing that if I do, we’ll fuck again. It takes all of my self-control to keep from going in there with her, mainly because I want to save myself for the cabin and christen it when we get there this afternoon.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

SPENCER

“I thinkI should go and visit with Ophelia,” I murmur as Evan places the luggage in the back of his pickup truck.

It’s the same old truck that he had all those years ago. I’m surprised that not only does it still run but that he’s using it. I don’t ask him about it, even though I want to. I have a feeling he is using it because it holds a special meaning or memory for him, though.

“Ophelia?” Evan asks.

I hum. “I kind of just came into town, stayed there a couple of nights, and then came here. I promised her I’d spend some time with her.”

His gaze searches mine. He smiles as he looks at me, then shakes his head a couple of times before he speaks. “You wanna hang out with Ophelia, I’m good with that, but how about tomorrow? I have a bunch of shit to do, and I would actually feel better if you were at the motel with her.”

My lips curve up into a grin. “I like the sound of that.”

He opens the truck door. It creaks loudly, making me jump slightly. “Ready?” Evan asks, standing beside his door.

Smiling, I dip my chin and climb into the pickup. He leans forward, his face just inches from mine, before he murmurs. “But I’m not taking you anywhere except to my bed in my cabin.”

“Evan,” I breathe.

He chuckles then leans forward before he touches his mouth to mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss. Instead, he murmurs against my lips.

“Beautiful, we’re gonna fuck in the cabin, then I’m going to fuck you on the back porch with the lake and the trees in the background.”

My breath hitches.

I don’t know what to say. My body grows hot just thinking about all that fucking he’s mentioning. I want it… right now. I’m not sure I can wait. I feel like I’m a wild animal. Like I’m absolutely feral.

I want this man to touch me.

To kiss me.

To make me come more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.

I know now that Evan is the only one who can do it properly. The other men I’ve dated could never do what he did last night and this morning. I have never felt anything like it. Every part of me feels like it’s on fire, and Evan is the only one who can put it out.

He releases me and takes a step backward before he slams the door shut. I watch as he jogs around the front of the pickup, then climbs into the driver’s seat before he shifts it into gear, and we are off toward the woods.

When I look down at my phone, I wince at the emails I have backed up in my notifications. I have jobs to do and also jobs that are due. I’ve got to get some of it done today… in betweenthe fucking. Because there is no way in hell I’m willing to miss out on that.

We ride toward the cabin in silence, Evan’s hand gripping my thigh as he stares out the windshield and focuses on driving. Then he turns down a dirt road and shifts the truck intoPark.

“Why did you stop?” I ask.

His hand slips farther up my thigh, gripping me with his fingers. “Spencer?” he calls out softly.

My breathing turns from calm and steady to uneven and panting. I turn my head slowly to look at him. He shifts his attention from the windshield to me, and I know what he’s asking without even asking it, mainly because it’s exactly what I’m thinking, too.

Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I peel it off before I kick off my shoes and shimmy my shorts and panties down. My bra is the last thing to hit the floorboard, and when I climb across Evan’s lap, I whimper at the sight of his bared cock all for me.

I have never felt this ravenous before, but I can’t stop myself. I need him inside of me… I fear that I’ve become addicted to his cock… and I’m not sure I care too much.

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