Page 45 of Filthy Savage

Lowering my head to her ear, I slide my tongue along the shell, blowing slightly before I speak. “Mine,” I growl. “Only mine.”

She turns her head slightly, her lips sliding along my jaw. “I always have been, Evan. I’m glad you finally see it.”

We stay that way for a few more moments. Then, against every urge in my body, we put our clothes back on. I watch Spencer finish gathering her shit and get herself together, then she turns to me, extending her arm and outstretching her palm for me to take.

“I gotta go out of town for a few days,” I blurt out.

Her eyes widen, and her arm drops to her side. “When?” she asks.

Kicking at the floor with my boot, I clear my throat.

“Right now.”

She frowns, and I know she has something on the tip of her tongue ready to say, but she doesn’t. Instead, she stares at me and waits for me to tell her more. And I do, at least as much as I can.

“I’m going to have a brother protecting you the days when I’m gone. Twenty-four seven?—”

“Am I in danger?” she interrupts me.

Lifting my arm, I cup her cheek with my hand. “No, beautiful. It’s precautionary. Shawn, Ryan, and Kyle will have the same protection. We have some things we need to talk to Nash about, and we want to make sure you’re all covered.”

She frowns, reaching up. Her fingers curl around my wrist at her cheek, and she nods her head. “Okay,” she says in a whisper.

“Spencer?” I call out softly.

She hums but doesn’t look into my eyes. Staying silent, I wait for her to look up at me. Slowly, her eyes travel up my throat and connect with my own. She watches me. I can’t take my gaze from hers. I can’t look away from her.

I love looking into her eyes.

“You’re mine, and I mean that in every way possible.”

And I do.

Every fucking way possible. Mind. Body. And soul.

SPENCER

I ignore allthe looks that Ophelia, Shawn, Atomic, King, and Kyle give me as I walk out of the back of the strip club. I hear them laugh as we move toward the door. Evan doesn’t care. He holds his head up high, his chest puffed out a little, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.

Then, as we approach the door, he stops and turns to face them. “Do I not even get applause for my performance?” he asks, much to my embarrassment.

I cover my face with my hand as the entire bar, thankfully only full of our friends, bursts into laughter. But it’s Ophelia who speaks. Her voice is harsh and loud, but her words are kind.

“I hope every performance is as exciting,” she calls out. “Because the two of you deserve it.”

Smiling, I lift my hand and wave to her. Evan wraps his fingers around my other one and tugs me forward. “I’ll come play cards again soon,” I say.

She dips her chin in a single nod, and I’m whisked out of the door. “My computer,” I say, frowning as I look at his bike parked next to Ophelia’s car.

“It’s in a bag. Strap it on, and let’s go. We don’t have far to go, and I’ll take it slow.”

Instead of questioning him or making things difficult, I do what he suggests. Although, the ride to the cabin is not relaxing for me. It’s full of anxiety and stress. If something happens to my computer, that’s my entire livelihood.

Thankfully, we arrive at the cabin with the computer unharmed, and as soon as he cuts the engine off, I can breathe again. I climb off the bike, let out a heavy sigh, and shift my gaze to meet his.

Evan stays straddling his bike.

“Aren’t you coming in?” I ask.

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