Chapter 29

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

SPENCER

Freedom.

I feel it on the back of this bike, the air washing over me as Evan moves the machine effortlessly along the curvy piney woods streets. Then I remember the fact that Humble isn’t free. He’s locked in a cell. I hate that for him. Guilt consumes me at the thought.

When the bike pulls up to the clubhouse, Evan kills the engine, then kicks the stand down, and we climb off. I stand to the side of the bike, my eyes focused on the door to the clubhouse.

I turn to face Evan, my brows snapping together as I watch him for a moment. “Did she come here, too?” I ask.

“She?”

“Jasmine.”

It’s hard for me to say the word, her name. I hate the way it makes me feel just thinking about it, let alone saying it. Evan clears his throat, then he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want to talk about her. That is the past, and the more you focus on it, the harder it will be to move forward. You’ve got to let that shit go. She rattled you, I get it, but she probably heard you were there from someone in town. Without a doubt, she did that shit on purpose.”

She did do it on purpose. That woman was dressed to maim and kill, and that’s exactly what she did. I was her target, and boy, did she give me her all. And it rattled me wholly and fully.

I take his lack of answer as his answer. She was here and probably partied here a lot. “Am I going to see her here?” I know the answer without even asking the question. I know I’m being difficult right now, but I can’t help myself.

I’m still angry.

Still hurt.

“That shit doesn’t matter. You’re an old lady. You’re mine. That should be everything.”

And it is. It’s everything I ever wanted in my entire life. And yet, it doesn’t feel like quite enough. I don’t just want to be an old lady. I don’t just want to be his. I want him to be mine, too, but mostly, I want what the other girls have.

I want love.

I want to be cherished.

I want marriage, babies, and a white picket fence. I want it all, even if it’s asking too much. It’s still what I want. Love, a house, a true marriage, and babies. I want to grow old with this man.

“It’s not,” I blurt out.

His eyes widen, and he takes one step toward me, then another. Before I realize what’s happening, he is all around me. I can smell him, feel him, and almost taste him. There is nowhere for me to go.

He is all around me, surrounding me. He picks me up and carries me somewhere. I have no clue where we’re going, and I don’t care, either.

My back slams against something hard. It scratches me and no doubt balls up my shirt in an instant. His mouth is so close to mine that my breath hitches. His tongue slides inside of my mouth before he tastes me. It’s all-consuming, his tongue swirling around me, tasting all of me.

His hands grip my waist as he holds me against the wall. I want to lift my legs and wrap them around him, but I can’t. I’m pinned to the wall. He lifts his head, breaking the kiss as his gaze searches mine.

“Being mine isn’t everything?” he asks, although instead of anger lacing his voice, he sounds more filled with humor. “Do I need to show you again what it means to be mine?” he asks, pressing his hips against my belly.

I can feel his length, hard and pushing against the zipper of his jeans. My entire body breaks out in a light sweat. Desire fills me. Pressing my thighs together, I try to keep the ache of need away, but I fail.

“I want more,” I whisper, my voice coming out breathy and almost foreign-sounding even to my own ears. “I want love.”

“You want me to tell you that I love you?” Evan asks with a growl.

Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “No,” I breathe. “I want you to actually love me. I want to get married. I want to be your wife and have your babies. I want you to be desperately in love with me. I want everything that could ever be offered.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get, my beautiful.”

His words come out in a whisper. My breath doesn’t even hitch because I have no breath left in my body. He’s stolen it from me with his words. He doesn’t skip a beat. His mouth slams against mine, and he takes from me.

Takes. Me.

Owns. Me.

God, I don’t know how I thought that I could ever run away from this man and stay away. I love him with all I have. With all I am. It’s just Evan. Nobody else will ever do for me. And obviously, I cannot handle anyone else doing it for him. Never again, anyway.

His teeth tug on my bottom lip as he breaks the kiss. I slide my tongue across my bottom lip, where his teeth just nipped me, and look into his eyes. I can’t look away from him. Because it is always just him for me. We could be in the middle of Times Square, and I wouldn’t even know it.

“Does that mean you love me?” I ask, my body trembling along with my voice.

Evan doesn’t even hesitate. He chuckles before he lets out a hum. “I’ve always loved you, Spencer. It just took me a minute to figure out what the fuck I was feeling.”

My heart stops beating. I know it does. I feel so light-headed that I think I might actually be able to fly right now if I tried. Evan chuckles, his fingers at my waist moving to the button of my shorts.

Consciously, I know we’re outside of the clubhouse, and there are people in and out and all around, but I don’t care. At least not in this moment. I’ll care when we’re finished, I’m sure… maybe… possibly.

Evan pushes my shorts and panties down my legs, then lifts me up, pressing my back against the rough wall of the building. His lips touch mine, and I feel the roughness of his jeans against my bare pussy.

His hips roll, causing me to whimper against his mouth. He chuckles against my lips, then his tongue slips out and slides into my mouth. He swirls it inside of me, tasting my entire mouth as his jeans continue to gently grind against me. I know he’s going to get my wetness on his jeans, and I want to tell him to stop, but I can’t.

I’m selfish. I know I am.

“Free me, beautiful,” he rasps as he shifts his face from mine and begins to kiss, suck, and bite my throat.

I don’t hesitate to do what he demands. I want him inside of me as much as he wants to be inside of me—maybe even more. Once I’ve freed him, I stroke his hard length between us, loving the way his silky skin feels against my hand. He’s long and hard, no doubt aching for me the way I do for him.

Guiding the head of his cock to my center, I shift my hands between us, holding on to his shoulders as he buries himself inside of me with one thrust. My breath hitches as he looks into my eyes, his body still.

I want him to move. I don’t need it yet, but I want it. I almost beg for it. He knows it, too, because his lips twitch into a smirk at the sight of me. Clearing his throat, he shakes his head once.

“Adjust to me, feel me. I want you to realize, to really take in the fact that this is the last cock you will ever feel entering your body. Accept me, adjust to me, because this is it, beautiful. My cock and your cunt. That’s all.”

Smiling, and I don’t think I could ever wipe the smile from my face at this point, I slide one of my hands from his shoulder to wrap my fingers around the side of his neck. Looking into his eyes, I lean forward and touch my mouth to his.

“Feel that pussy?” I ask. “It’s the only one you’ll be feeling, but it’s all yours.”

He growls, his mouth taking mine again, this time in a tender kiss. “Fuck yeah, it is, beautiful.”

And instead of fucking me so hard that my head slams against the side of the building and I see stars, the man makes love to me. We’re outside in the humid heat, the sun shining down on us.

The pine trees are in the distance, the gravel and dust around us in the parking lot. I can hear the music thrumming inside the building. I can almost feel it, too. But not a single thing that surrounds us matters in this moment.

Because the only thing that means anything at all is the way this man makes me feel. Every single inch of me.

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When we walk into the clubhouse, I see the men hanging around, some of the clubwhores, too, and I decide that this is as good a time as ever. “Everyone,” I call out.

The music is lowered, Spencer squeezing and tugging on my hand, but I ignore her. I flick my gaze around the room to ensure that the most important people are here for this, including King and Atomic.

Although the most significant person for this moment is not here and cannot be. I’m going to have to deal with him, though. There is no getting out of the ass beating I have coming, and he’s going to have three years to prep for it.

“Spencer Maddison is officially my old lady.”

I wait for the shock and awe, but it doesn’t exist. They all knew it already. This is no surprise. They erupt in applause and whistles. A beer is shoved in my chest. I gladly take it.

We walk through the clubhouse, and my brothers slap my shoulders in congratulations. Once we’re across the room, I guide Spencer to the side of the bar. Facing her, I drop my hand from hers and lift it, cupping her cheek.

“I got to go in for church for a bit. You’ll be good out here?” I ask.

I don’t have to ask shit. I know she’ll be fine. She was raised in this life and can handle herself, plus it’ll just be her, prospects, and whores. What could go wrong?

“I’ll be fine,” she murmurs. “Go and do your thing.”

“Then we go home,” I grunt. We stare at one another in silence for a moment, and my lips twitch into a smirk knowing that I’m about to say something she is going to fucking love. “Our home.”

“Our home. I think I love the sound of that,” she breathes.

I chuckle. “You should, beautiful. You’re moving in with me. Nowhere else you belong.”

And that is that. I decide to get some of the guys together and go to Austin to get her shit. And sell that stupid fucking car of hers while we’re there. What a useless piece of shit. Maybe it works for her there, but it is not going to fly in Deep East Texas.