Chapter 14

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

SPENCER

“I think I 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 between the 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 into Park .

“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.

Thankfully, Evan doesn’t say anything. I think I might die of embarrassment if he commented on the fact that I am so forward. I don’t understand what has come over me, but I don’t have time to question it either.

I need him.

Right now.

No other time will do.

He aligns his length with my center. I grip his shoulders as I sink down along his length, taking him completely inside of me. My head falls backward, and I let out a sigh.

I ride him.

It’s not slow and sexy by any means. It’s hard and fast. He leans forward, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my breast. I feel his tongue flick my nipple as he sucks on me. It sends shots of electricity straight to my pussy.

One of his hands presses against the center of my back as I arch my spine. The other shifts between us, and I feel his thumb press against my clit. I whimper as my body bucks, moves, takes from his.

I feel selfish. But at the same time, I don’t care. Call me selfish if you must. All is fair in love and sex. My eyes slide closed. I feel. Nothing else matters. I let every thought in my head just… vanish.

Then it happens. My orgasm consumes me. It rolls through me, and as much as I want to stop moving, I don’t. His thumb continues against my clit. It’s overly sensitive to the point of pain, but as I continue, it ebbs, and warmth takes over all of me.

Evan doesn’t stop, and then I hear him roar as I feel his dick grow and twitch inside of me. His warmth fills me, and I know he’s coming. This moment makes me feel more powerful than I ever have in my life. I’m not sure I am powerful in any way, but I feel it right now.

Slowly, I ride him until he releases his mouth from my breast. I’ll no doubt have a bruise where his mouth clamped onto my boob, and I can honestly say that I’m excited about that mark.

Rising and falling along his length one last time, I let out a heavy sigh as I straighten myself. I open my eyes to look into his and give him a smile. It feels like a lazy smile, and I can barely keep my eyes open as I stare into his.

He’s covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I know I am, too. Lifting my hand, I slide my fingers across his jaw, slipping my fingers through the strands of his hair. It’s shorter than he used to wear it. I like it.

I feel like something needs to be said at this moment, but neither of us speaks. Instead, his head falls forward, and I feel his forehead press against my chest as he breathes.

Closing my eyes again, I keep my hand against the back of his head and just let myself be consumed in the moment. Evan, Brew, is inside of me—and he likes being there. He’s sober, he wants me, and this is real.

It’s my every fantasy come to fruition.

It’s perfection, and in my warped sense of self-destruction, I wonder if it is going to last.

Or if I’m going to ruin it all.

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Pulling up to the cabin for the first time, I wonder if it’s good enough. It’s always just been a little place to get away, and my brother gave it to me when he got his own little family. I understand why now. It’s no place to build a life. It’s a place for a vacation, not to live.

“I love it,” Spencer breathes next to me.

Turning my head, I look over to her. She’s staring straight at the cabin. I have no idea what to say. I would apologize, but she doesn’t look like she needs me to. I watch as she pushes the door open, then jumps down from the pickup truck and walks directly to the front porch.

Spencer stops at the door, turning her head to look back at me, and calls out. Everything is so quiet that I can hear her words perfectly from the truck, with the doors closed.

“Are you coming?” she asks.

I bite the corner of my bottom lip, then clear my throat and shove the door open. Walking around the bed of the pickup, I lift her luggage out of the back and carry it with me toward her.

“Door’s unlocked, beautiful,” I say.

Her eyes widen. “Unlocked?” she asks.

Laughing, I jerk my chin. “Yeah, not many people make it out here. No reason to lock it regularly.”

She frowns, then turns back toward the door and twists the knob. I watch as she pushes it open before she steps inside. Assuming that one look will send her running back toward the truck and the motel, I’m surprised when she doesn’t. Instead, as I walk through the door, I find her at the back door.

“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.