Chapter 17

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

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Gripping her hips, I slam my cock inside of her sweet cunt from behind. She’s warm and wet, her body begging for mine. I close my eyes as my hips slam against her ass with each thrust.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I hiss as I open my eyes. I lift my hand and rear it back before I slap her ass hard. My gaze is focused on her flesh, watching as it moves and darkens almost instantly.

Fucking beautiful.

Her soft white globe is now pink. I do it again, watching the pink grow darker. And then I do it again and again until her ass is bright red. It’s absolutely stunning. She throws her head backward, her blonde hair flying everywhere around her shoulders.

Using the same hand that I’ve been spanking her with, I grab hold of that hair, gripping the strands tightly as I hold her in place. Her neck is arched, her spine bowed, and her face is pointed to the ceiling.

I don’t stop fucking her, moving inside of her with all the strength I possess. This is absolutely beautiful. This moment, with her—us being together, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.

Every single time I’m inside of Spencer, it’s better than the last, and this is different. It’s not making love, this is fucking, and yet, I’m filled with more emotion than I ever have been with just some clubwhore.

Maybe it’s because I feel more for Spencer than I ever did a whore at the club. If I was being honest with myself, I would probably admit exactly what I’m feeling for her when I think the word more … but I’m not that person.

Spencer is going to be sore for a few days, but that’s exactly what I’m going for here. She won’t forget me while I’m away. She’ll feel me with every step she takes. She’ll remember the way I feel inside of her, the way I stretch her, the way I fill her.

Dipping my chin, I look down at my cock moving in and out of her. It’s shiny with her wetness. She is so fucking sexy, this woman of mine. And she’s ready to come, no doubt aching for it.

Shifting my attention to her pretty face, I lean over and touch my mouth to hers. It’s an upside-down kiss, but it’s still sweet as fuck. She whimpers, and that sound goes straight to my balls, causing them to tingle.

“Are you going to come all over my cock, beautiful?” I ask. She hums, but I can tell she’s not ready yet—but she’s close.

Straightening my back, I slip my thumb inside of my mouth, wetting it before I slide it between her sweet cheeks. She tries to wriggle away, but I grunt, slamming inside of her twice hard to keep her from moving away. It works.

“You’ll like it, and if you don’t, I won’t do it again. I want to feel your sweet little asshole, beautiful.”

She gasps at my words, though I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s never done ass play before. I highly doubt she’s been with someone who would even try. I’m pretty sure anyone who Spencer has been with in the past decade has been some buttoned-up guy. There is no doubt in my mind that I’m the wildest man she’s ever had in her bed.

Slowly, I fuck her ass with my thumb as I continue to fuck her cunt with my dick. Filling her holes this way is beautiful. Breathtaking. I wish I could video this and show it to her later, show her just how goddamn perfect she is.

Her ass is so fucking tight, her body so willing and pliable. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, imagining what my cock would feel like slipping into this tight back entrance. Letting out a groan, I don’t stop moving inside of her.

“I’m close,” she whispers.

I continue to fuck her ass and her pussy simultaneously, knowing this is the reason she’s suddenly on the edge.

Then it happens.

She screams as her orgasm consumes her entire body. Fuck me. I can’t hold back my own release. I come instantly. Slamming inside of her one last time, I fill her with my cum, releasing my own roar as I do.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck .

Absolutely fucking amazing.

Moving in and out of her a few more times, I allow her pussy to milk me dry. Then I slip my thumb from her ass and pull out of her completely. She’s on her hands and knees, her arms trembling and struggling to hold her body weight up.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I haul her against my chest. Her back presses against me. I slide my hand up to wrap my arm around her tit, and my fingers curl around one of them. My other hand, I slip between her legs to cup her pussy.

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 all the 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.

He shakes his head once. “Gotta go, beautiful. Guts is going to come and hang with you. He’s your daytime protection. I don’t know who is scheduled for evenings.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I watch him for a moment, then move toward him. I’m not sure where he’s going or what he’ll be doing, but what I do know is that every minute of every day, he’s in danger of being caught doing something illegal and being sent to prison to join Humble.

I hate that.

And this moment is a big fat reminder of that.

“You good?” he asks.

I want to tell him that I am, indeed, not good, but I don’t. Instead, I plaster on a fake-as-hell smile and nod a couple of times.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I lie.

He smirks. “You’ll be good, Spencer.”

I know I’ll be good. I’m not worried about me, not by any means. What I am is worried that he’s going to become my brother’s cellmate. I don’t know what he’s doing or where he’s going, and I know he won’t tell me either.

So I don’t have a choice. I have to be good.

Turning my back to him, I walk toward the front door of the cabin and wrap my fingers around the knob. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at him and smile. Evan jerks his chin toward me before he starts his bike’s engine.

He watches me, not leaving as I stand at the door. He wants me to open it and go inside to ensure my safety. Pushing the door open, I take a step inside, then another. Turning completely around, with the door open, I watch as he slowly spins the bike around, and then he’s off.

I’m not sure if it’s just because Humble is where he is or if it’s because I’ve fallen head over heels in love with this man, but as he rides away, my entire chest aches. My breathing turns into short pants. I slam the front door closed and slowly sink down onto my ass.

I feel like I’m choking. Like the air has been sucked from my body. My heart races, slamming against my chest as I stare at the front door.

Panic.

That’s what I’m feeling. I try to breathe, but I can’t. Stars explode in my vision, and everything around me becomes hazy and unfocused, and then it all goes black.