Chapter 12

CHAPTER

TWELVE

SPENCER

Brew wraps his fingers around my wrist before he turns his head and touches his lips to the center of my palm. When he releases my hand, it drops to my side as I look up into his eyes.

“Where did the blood come from?” I ask.

“You probably don’t want to know,” he rasps.

My tongue slides across my bottom lip, and I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek as I watch him, waiting for his answer.

“The blood of a man who thought he could betray the club and betray your brother.”

My breath hitches at his words. “The blood of the man who put my brother in jail?” I ask on a whisper.

“Yeah, beautiful.”

He reaches out, gripping my waist before he backs me up toward the bed. The backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. They bend, and my ass lands on the mattress with a bounce. Tilting my head back, I look up into his eyes.

Brew cups my cheek, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip as he looks directly into my eyes. He’s so beautiful. I don’t understand how this man can look at me the way he does. Like I’m something special. Like I’m anything at all.

Lifting my hands, I grip his belt buckle and begin to unfasten it. “Spencer,” Brew growls as I slowly slide the zipper down, the sound of the teeth unzipping filling the room.

“Brew,” I exhale.

“No,” he grinds out. “Evan.”

Blinking, I look up at him and suck in a breath. Evan Hughes. Why does that name sound so damn hot? Like scorching. I imagine whimpering that name as he makes me come, and I have to squeeze my thighs together because I want that—now.

Shoving his pants down his hips, I free him. Then I lean forward slightly, part my lips, and touch them to the head of his dick. Evan moans. I do, too, mainly because I thought of his name again. Like a silly schoolgirl because, apparently, being around him makes me feel seventeen again.

He groans and grips the back of my neck, his fingers clenching my hair. “Take me,” he demands.

It’s sexy as shit.

I want to do just that. In fact, I would do just about anything right now. This man, covered in drying blood or not, is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There has been nobody who could ever compare to him.

His long, thick length is hard and ready, waiting for me. I open my mouth wider, my eyes focused on his. I lean forward and take him as far down my throat as I can. He gently thrusts his hips, his cock moving deeper down my throat.

Relaxing, I grip his hips as he begins to move. His fingers continue to clutch the strands of my hair at the back of my head. Then he holds my hair tighter, keeping me still as he begins to move in and out of me.

“Fuck,” Evan hisses. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Spencer.”

His words come out on a whispered breath as he climbs closer and closer toward his release.

Whimpering, I can’t keep my eyes off his.

They’re connected and focused.

I want him to kiss every inch of my body. I want him to slide inside of me. It would be easy. I am so wet I can’t even think—I know my panties are soaked, and my pants are likely, too.

He pulls himself out of my mouth, releasing his grasp on my hair, and takes a step backward. I whimper again, but this time because I inwardly mourn the loss of him. He smiles down at me, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you wet?” he asks.

Hot.

So damn hot.

“Soaking,” I whisper.

His lips twitch into a smirk. I watch as he kicks off his boots and jeans. He slides his cut off and tosses it onto the top of the dresser behind him. Then he reaches behind his shoulders and tugs off his shirt.

Evan is naked in front of me, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him. If I thought he was sexy a decade ago, that has absolutely nothing on him now. His muscles have at least doubled. They are stacked and then stacked a little more. There is no way he’s the age he is, no way in hell that he’s over forty. He looks better than most guys in their twenties.

“Take everything off. Show me all of you.”

I want to do that. I want to show him every square inch of me. I want to spread every part of my body that can be spread just so I can show him how good I can be for him—giving him everything he desires.

Reaching for the hem of my shirt, I slowly peel it up my body, then toss it somewhere on the newly cleaned floor. My bra follows, baring my breasts for him. I don’t look the same as I did ten years ago, but unlike him, I do not look better.

But the way he’s looking at me right now, the hunger in his gaze, I feel like I’m the most beautiful woman on earth. I start to say something but then decide against it. Standing, I shimmy my pants down, kicking my shoes off before I kick my shorts off as well. They join his clothes somewhere in the room.

“Show me how wet you are,” he demands softly.

I almost don’t hear him. I’m not used to his tenderness. The only time we were together was when he was completely trashed. I’m not sure what this means, this softness, but I’m going to take it and run with it.

Because as soft as he’s being, he’s also demanding, and that shit is hot as hell.

Slipping my fingers between my legs, I use two fingers to gather my wetness, then lift my hand to his lips, sliding my finger across them, painting them with my wetness. Holding my breath, I wait for his response.

He smiles, and then his tongue snakes out before it slides across his lips, tasting me.

“Fucking phenomenal, beautiful.”

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I have to be inside of her. Right fucking now. Reaching down, I grab hold of the backs of her knees and gently lift them until she falls backward onto the mattress.

Keeping my fingers curled around the backs of her knees, I lift and spread them so her thighs are on either side of her body, pressed against the mattress.

I fit my hips between her thighs as I look into her eyes. She’s panting, her lips parted, her eyelids heavy, and I can practically taste her need.

It fills her almost to bursting.

I want to fuck her hard and fast. I want to take everything from her and leave her nothing but a heap of muscle, bone, and flesh.

“Spencer,” I rasp.

I feel her hands move between us. One of them curls around the side of my neck. Then the other one wraps around my cock. My hips shift forward slightly as she jacks my cock.

I grunt, my eyes searching hers.

I want to come on her stomach, her chest, and inside of her cunt—I’m just not sure where I want to start.

She releases my dick and places her palm in the center of my chest. Biting the inside of my cheek, I shift my hips so my cock is pressed against her center. I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, her eyes widening as she looks up at me.

“Please,” she whispers.

Slowly sinking inside of her, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. “Tell me what you want,” I murmur against her lips.

“What I’ve always wanted, Evan,” she whispers. “You. Just you.”

And with those words, I bury myself deep inside of her with a single thrust. Holding her thighs open and against the mattress, I begin to move. I lift my mouth from hers to look into her eyes as my hips roll.

“You got me, beautiful. All of me, always.”

My hips continue to roll in a steady rhythm. I’m careful to grind my pelvis against her clit with each downstroke. Her hands find my biceps, her nails digging into my flesh as I continue to look into her eyes.

Lowering my head, I slide my nose along the side of hers. “Beautiful,” I murmur. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

She lets out a whimpered breath, then lifts her hips to meet mine. She’s searching for her release, and I want her to find it. I want to feel her cunt squeeze me, strangle me. I want her to pull my cum from my body.

Spencer’s entire body trembles beneath mine. Feeling her wet pussy around me, knowing that this is exactly where I belong, there is no way I can let her go back home now. Because Spencer is my home.

Releasing one of her legs, I slide my hand around the back of her neck and hold her there. I don’t take my eyes off her. I can’t. She cries out, her hips lifting to meet mine, her lips parted, and her eyelids heavy.

She’s fucking spectacular.

“I’m close,” she whispers, her voice breathy and sexy as shit.

Her words, just those two little words, draw me closer to my own release. Sweat drips down the center of my spine. My lower back tingles and I feel my balls draw up. I’m seconds from coming inside of her, and as much as I want to hold back, as much as I want to have self-control, I’m not sure I’ll be able to.

I need her to come right now, to come first.

My body moves, hers meets mine, and then she pauses. Her entire body tenses, and that’s when I feel her pussy squeeze me. It clamps down around my cock. What little self-control I had, it’s gone.

It vanishes in an instant.

I slam into her body, then still as I come. It consumes me hard and fast. It takes over. Her body relaxes beneath mine, but every muscle in my body is frozen as my cock twitches inside of her.

She lifts her hands, her palms cupping my cheeks as her eyes search mine. Lowering my head, I touch my lips to hers and slip my tongue inside of her mouth. I taste her, feeling her warmth against my tongue, her mouth matching her pussy.

I want to live inside of her.

I nibble on her bottom lip before I lift my head as I look into her eyes. “That was so much better than the first time,” she whispers.

With a snort, I shake my head once. “ This is the first time, beautiful.”