Page 38 of Filthy Savage

“Spencer?” I ask as I place her bag down at my feet.

She doesn’t move. Her spine is straight. I watch her, wondering if she’s angry, if she’s upset, or if she’s disappointed in her new home. I don’t say anything else. I close the front door behind me then slowly move toward her.

Placing my palm on the small of her back, I touch my lips to the space between her neck and her shoulder, then slide them up her neck. I nip her earlobe. Slipping my hand around her waist, I press my palm against her lower stomach.

“I love it here,” she whispers, speaking for the first time since walking into the cabin.

Laughing against her throat, I clear my throat before I speak. “You don’t have to lie to me, beautiful. This was Atomic’s before he gave it to me. There’s nothing nice here.”

She spins around in my arms, tipping her head back as she looks into my eyes. “You don’t realize it, do you?” Her voice is soft and sweet.

I slide my fingers through the hair at the side of her head and grip the soft strands between my fingertips. “Realize what, beautiful?”

Her lips curve up into a grin. “I would live in that pickup bed as long as it was with you.”

“I would never ask you to do that, not in a million years.”

She nods once, then clears her throat. I feel her fingers dance up the center of my chest, then wrap around the side of my throat. “I know you wouldn’t, Evan. But I would if I ever had to.”

Dipping my chin, I touch my lips to hers, then take a step backward. She gives me a smile, and I can’t do anything other than clear my throat. “Okay, well, look around, unpack your shit. We’ll go to the grocery store and stock up for you.”

She slides her tongue across her bottom lip, leaving it wet and so fucking tempting that I almost can’t handle it. There is a moment where we just stare at one another. As much as I want to taste every inch of her right now, she needs to unpack, and I need to make a couple of phone calls.

Spencer doesn’t say anything else as she spins around, walks over to her luggage, and then tugs it behind her on the way to the bedroom. She doesn’t have to ask which room is ours, because there is only one, same with the bathroom.

This cabin is just that: a cabin. It’s not a house, it’s not anything special. It’s a bedroom, a bathroom, a small kitchen, a living room, and a microscopic dining room.

But it’s ours.

Until I build her something a hell of a lot bigger and nicer. I will, too, because Spencer deserves the goddamn world, and I’m going to give it to her. One piece at a time.

CHAPTER

FIFTEEN

SPENCER

I havemy charged laptop in one hand, my phone in the other, and a little bag of snacks to share with Ophelia. I’m sure she’ll get tired of me before the day is over, but I’m her buddy until Evan picks me back up.

He pulls the pickup into the spot in front of the motel. I see Ophelia sitting behind the counter. She lifts her head and her eyes point straight toward me. I can read the confusion that’s clearly written on her face. She won’t ask me about it until after Evan leaves, though.

She’s going to want all of the dirty details. Ophelia sees and knows all in this town. I tug the handle of the door as I look over to Evan. His eyes are on me, focused on me. He smiles, his gaze searching mine.

“Be good today, beautiful.”

Biting my bottom lip, I try to hide my smile but can’t. “I’ll be a good girl for you, Evan,” I whisper. His eyes darken, his nostrils flare, and I know he understands exactly what I’m saying. “Don’t be later than you have to be.”

“I absolutely will not fucking be late,” he grinds out.

I climb down from the pickup to walk toward the door but stop short. Turning around, I give him a wave. He lifts his hand, giving me a two-finger peace sign and a smile. Hot. Sexy as hell, really.

After slipping into the office, I sit on the stool that’s directly across from Ophelia. She takes out two decks of cards and tosses me one. I watch as she pulls her cards out before she begins to shuffle.

“Double solitaire,” she states.

Double solitaire it is.

And we set up our game in silence. I wait for her to start peppering me with questions, but she doesn’t, at least not immediately.

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