Chapter 31

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

SPENCER

Jasmine is on top of me, but not for long. I may not have had much practice recently, but when I was a kid and teenager, I could hold my own, and it’s like riding a bike.

Reaching up, I grab hold of her fake-as-fuck hair and pull backward as hard as I can. At the same time, I thrust my hip upward and roll us over so that I’m on top of her.

No way in hell is she ever going to have the upper hand. Not on me. Not with Evan, not in this fight, not in this world. My arm is in the air, my fist balled up and ready to slam into this bitch’s face, when I feel my body being lifted from hers.

I’m forced to release my grasp on her hair. Much to my dismay, I don’t bring any of her extensions with me. I was hoping to have a whole trophy in my fist consisting of her cheap-ass hair. I kick a few times and snort when I make contact with some part of her body. In my mind, it’s her boob.

“Calm down, beautiful,” Evan’s voice murmurs against my ear.

I roll my eyes. I am calm. Does he think I’m the one who went berserk? Truly? Turning my head, I touch my lips to the underside of his jaw before I slide my tongue along his skin there.

“I’m calm. She’s the crazy bitch who attacked me, and as much as I am all about making love, not war, I’m also not going to be attacked by some bitch who can’t even walk in her shoes.”

And that is that.

Fuck her.

I refuse to ever speak of her or to her again. This was her closure as far as I’m concerned, and if she wants to say anything else, I’ll finish the job I started.

Point fucking blank.

I don’t say any of that, though, at least not out loud. I have plenty that I want to say, but this moment needs restraint, at least for now.

Evan chuckles, releasing me before he dips his chin to look down at the woman who is still lying on the floor. I didn’t even hit her. I just pulled her hair a bit. She’s got big crocodile tears in her eyes as she pushes herself up to sitting.

It’s not lost on me that as she sits up, she ensures that her legs are spread so the whole world can look up her skirt.

“Are you going to let her hurt me like that?” she whimpers while she blinks a whole lot in an effort to create more tears. I can tell they’re as fake as her hair.

“You need to go, Jasmine. I told you that we’re done. What we had was what we had. It’s over.”

“But,” she whimpers.

Evan crouches down in front of her but thankfully doesn’t make a move to touch her. I might actually lose my mind if he tried. Instead, he clears his throat, his voice coming out deeper and more gravelly than it did a moment ago.

“I’m trying to let you have your dignity. We are done. We’ve been done. And honestly, we never were. I felt bad about the baby. That’s all.”

She lifts her chin, her eyes narrowing as she looks up at him. “I was supposed to be your old lady. Me.”

“Never,” Evan grunts. “Please leave.”

She does something next that even has me gasping in surprise. Jasmine reaches up, grabbing hold of his cut, gripping it tightly in her hands as she pulls on it, knocking him off balance so he’s on his knees.

His brothers are watching him. She’s touching his cut, something that she does not have permission to do. And at the end of the day, this is embarrassing. Lifting my hand to my lips, I cover my mouth, which has dropped open in shock.

“You better fucking let me go,” Evan growls. “Now.”

There is total silence, almost as if everything in the room freezes. Then Jasmine releases him. I can see the look of fear in her eyes. Gone is that smart-ass, cocky, and then sultry expression on her face. It’s been replaced with an oh-shit-I-fucked-up expression, and she did.

“Stand up and get the fuck out of here before it’s too late.”

Evan’s words are laced with warning. My own back straightens at his tone. Hers does, too. She scrambles to her feet, then, without an ounce of shame, runs out of the room on her stupid heels, her ankles twisting and turning every few steps.

Slowly, Evan stands to his feet, spinning around to face me. His eyes meet mine, his head tilts to the side, and he clears his throat before he speaks.

“We done with that shit?”

I decide that this wouldn’t be the moment to say anything other than yes. So, I refrain from being a smart-ass or even trying to think of some other reason not to be done with that shit, like the fact that she was just humiliated. I’m pretty sure she’s going to find some way to come after me.

Instead of saying any of that, I only say one single word because that is all that’s needed right now. “Yes.”

Evan curls his fingers around the side of my throat before he gently tugs my body closer to his. I go easily, tilting my head backward so I can look up into his eyes. His smile is small, but his gaze is intense, and he tells me everything I need to know just with that look. Then he leans forward and touches his mouth to mine.

“Good girl,” he breathes against my lips before he releases me, drops his hand from my neck, and slides his arm around my waist, tugging me against his side. “I need a fucking drink,” he calls out, and the room erupts in cheers and laughter.

That is done.

Apparently, it’s time to move on.

And move on is what we do. Well, I don’t move anywhere. Evan doesn’t let me. He keeps his arm wrapped around my waist, only loosening his grip to relax and rest against my hip. He drinks one shot after another and then another.

I stick with water, unsure that I want to get trashed tonight. I don’t know. After Jasmine, I am feeling uneasy about everything except Evan. Right now, tonight, I feel better about him, about us, than I have since I arrived in town.

This could really be it. I know he is saying that it is, but I think I might actually believe it now. Maybe I just needed to witness him ending it with her. Maybe I just needed his official claiming and my official old lady title. Maybe I just needed it all. That’s probably more like it. Because I’m dramatic and needy like that.

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My brothers get me absolutely trashed. It’s not even a weekend, but here we are, drinking, knowing damn well that I’m going to be absolutely fucking slammed with schedules tomorrow, but tonight, none of that matters.

One shot after another, after another. My woman is on my arm, and for the first time since my father died, I feel at peace. King and Gnaw leave early, heading home to their women. But my brother stays, his hand slapping against the center of my back before he speaks, his voice so low that only I can hear him.

“I like this for you, Evan,” he murmurs.

Turning my head, I smirk. “Yeah, little brother. I’m glad you’re looking out for me.”

Atomic snorts. “What the fuck ever. I’m serious, though. This would have been a fucking disaster ten years ago, but now, this is good. She’s where she belongs, with her family.”

He doesn’t allow me to respond. He takes a step backward, his hand dropping from my back before he turns and walks away, heading toward the front door. Pulling Spencer a little closer to my side, I turn my head and touch my lips to the top of her head.

She hums and wraps her arm around my waist. Reaching into my cut for a smoke, I decide one smoke and then bed. I’m ready to be tangled up with this woman. I’m not here for the party. I’m ready for the next part of the night.

There is hollering behind us, and I turn around, my cigarette in my mouth. Spencer’s breath hitches beside me, but I let out a snort at the sight that greets us. Vixen is on top of the felt pool table, her ass in the air, and Firecracker is lying down on the table, her legs spread wide.

Vixen’s face is buried between Firecracker’s thighs, and she’s going to town on her cunt. Guts walks around the pool table where Firecracker’s head is hanging off the back and begins to unbutton his jeans. Rim makes his way to the back of where Vixen is kneeling.

I take this as our cue to head up to our room. Turning my attention toward my woman, I smirk at the sight of her wide eyes. She’s unable to look away, and I decide that I’m going to have a little bit of fun with her.

“You wanna join them?” I ask.

Spencer gasps, her eyes swinging from the pool table scene to meet mine. I know the moment she realizes that I’m joking because her entire body relaxes, and she laughs, shaking her head a couple of times from side to side.

“You asshole,” she hisses.

I snort. “Yeah, let’s go to our room. It’s just going to get wilder down here.”

She nods her head, but before she makes a move toward the bedroom, she reaches up and takes the smoke from between my lips. I watch as she takes a drag, and I smirk at the sight. I’ve never seen her do this before. I don’t hate it, especially recreational.

“You gonna get high and fuck me, beautiful?”

“Yeah.”

I exhale. “Let’s go.”

I grab her hand and squeeze it gently, tugging her behind me. Moving through the clubhouse, I ignore everyone else around me. Although, they’re too focused on the pool table show. They couldn’t give a fuck about us right now, and I don’t hate that concept.

Once we’re in the bedroom, I slam the door closed. Gathering Spencer in my arms, I look into her eyes. She smiles up at me, so fucking beautiful in every way. Turning away from her slightly, I take another hit, then shift my attention back to her.

Spencer opens her mouth, her eyes on mine as I lean forward and part my lips, blowing the smoke into her mouth. She closes her lips, her gaze never leaving mine. Then she releases the smoke and gives me a gorgeous smile before she sinks down to her knees in front of me.

I almost tell her to stop, but I don’t. Mainly because I want this, and I’m selfish. Spencer reaches for my belt and unbuckles it. I can hear the sound of the metal clanking over the music outside of the door.

Then my pants are down my thighs, and so is my underwear. She curls her fingers around my length and strokes me. I’m already hard. It’s not as if I need to get any more ready for her mouth.

Her lips part, and she takes me inside of her mouth, down her throat as far as she can. “Do you taste your delicious pussy on my cock, beautiful?” I ask, lifting my hand and sliding it along the side of her face, gripping her hair at the nape of her neck, feeling the strands between my fingers.

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me. Keeping her head from moving, I begin to thrust into her mouth, watching her throat enlarge as my cock sinks down inside of her. I’m careful not to choke her, watching as saliva drips down her chin.

Fucking beautiful, just like her. I continue to fuck her mouth, wanting nothing more than to come down her throat, but I don’t. Holding her head still, I shift out of her mouth, regrettably.

My cock is dripping from her saliva, her face the same mess. Gorgeous. I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful creature to share this with, to share everything with. My life, my world, every part of this world. The absolute fucking amazing, the fucking horrible, and everything else in between.

“Fuck your man, beautiful.”

And that is the rest of the night. Fucking, drinking (me), smoking (both of us). Swear to fucking Christ, I have never had this much sex in such a short period of time. At least not since I became a patched member of the club at eighteen.

My cock seems to be in a constant state of being erect around Spencer. I’m not sure when it will stop feeling this way, so I’m going to take advantage of every twitch of my cock and find a way inside her sweet body.

Every single time.