Chapter 36

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

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Carrying Spencer from my bike to the bedroom, I set her down on the floor. Her heels make a noise as they touch the wooden floors. She tilts her head back to look at me, holding my gaze as she watches me in silence.

“You have questions,” I murmur.

“The answers aren’t mine to have.”

I give her a grin. “Gnaw told you the gist of it.”

“What happens to Jasmine now?” she asks.

I shouldn’t say a fucking thing. I should tell her that it’s club business, not hers, but I don’t. Instead, I curl my fingers around the front of her throat. Squeezing her there, I look deep into her eyes.

“I’ll take care of her, Spencer. I fucking vow that shit.”

“Good,” she breathes.

I squeeze her throat a little tighter, my fingers flexing as I look into her eyes. I lean forward and touch my mouth to hers. Releasing my grasp on her neck, my hand slides down the center of her body, her belly, and then between her legs. Her skirt is so goddamn short that I don’t even have to hike it up to slip my hand against her pussy.

“You ever wear this dress without me, I’ll tear it to shreds and then burn it.”

She smiles at me before she lets out a laugh. “Okay, baby.”

“But tonight, you’re going to fuck me in it.”

She lets out a sigh, her body trembling, and then she lifts her hands and grips my shoulders. “Evan,” she whimpers.

Shifting her panties to the side, I slide my fingers through her folds. She’s warm and wet, her body loose from the booze and the fact that it’s four in the morning. One of her hands leaves my shoulder, and I feel her fingers grip the back of my neck.

“Are you going to come like this, beautiful?” I ask.

“Yes,” she breathes, her hips rolling as she searches for her release.

This is what I was missing in my life. This woman who gives herself to me. This woman who is everything—who means everything to me.

This woman.

I fucking love her.

I touch my mouth to hers, then fill her mouth with my tongue to taste her, swirling inside. Tangling my tongue with hers and tasting all of her. I fuck her mouth with my tongue the same way that my fingers stroke her clit.

“Please,” she moans.

I swallow the sound, my fingers continuing to bring her closer toward her release. She’s so fucking close, I can feel her pussy flutter. She’s so goddamn close, and I want to feel her. Making firm circles against her clit, I continue to fuck her mouth.

Then I switch it up and slip two fingers inside of her, groaning at how easily they slide inside. She’s so fucking wet. So ready to take my cock. But I control myself as Spencer rides my hand.

“Come, beautiful.”

I didn’t even have to say it. She was already there, and that’s all I give a fuck about. Her breath hitches, her lips part, and her eyes go wide as she comes. Her tongue slides across her bottom lip, wetting it before she leans forward and touches her mouth to mine.

Her orgasm is all I need to take what I want. Seconds later, my clothes are stripped from my body, the rest of hers are thrown to the ground, and I place her on the bed, her back against the headboard as I bury myself inside of her.

Lacing my fingers with hers, I hold them against her side as I fuck her. My hips pump in and out of her, my eyes never leaving hers as my chin dips and I scan her face. We’re both panting, and her tits sway with each thrust of my hips.

She’s fucking beautiful.

Every goddamn ounce of her.

This is what I’ve always wanted and never imagined was possible.

Burying my face in her neck, I move harder and faster, my breathing coming out labored against her throat. She cries out, her body trembling, and then I feel it. Her pussy clamps around my cock, and it pulls my orgasm from my body immediately.

Fuck me.

I let out a roar, my mouth still against her throat, muffling the sound, although it wouldn’t matter if I yelled at the top of my lungs. We’re the only ones here at the cabin. The only ones for miles.

My hips continue to move, her pussy milking the rest of me dry. Lifting my head, I bury myself inside of her, staying there as I look into her eyes.

“I love you, Spencer.”

The words come so effortlessly. They have been on the tip of my tongue since the moment she walked back into my life, no matter how angrily she did so. That didn’t last long. Her eyes widen, her lips part, and she stares at me wordlessly.

The silence should be uncomfortable. I’ve just told her that I love her. But for whatever reason, it doesn’t bother me at all. I don’t mind, at least until the shock wears off. Then I want an answer, a response, something.

“I love you, too, Evan. I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was. It’s always been you, and it will always be you.”

I slam my mouth against hers in a hard kiss. When I break it, I rest my forehead against hers and close my eyes. I wonder if this is what my brother feels every fucking day being with Ryan.

I don’t know how he comes to work, how he fucking functions. I feel like I can’t. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. My lips turn up into a smile, and I pull out of her body, roll to the side, then lean against the headboard and look up at the ceiling.

When I turn to look at her, she does the same, a smile playing on her lips. “Tell me again,” I demand.

“I love you, Evan.”

I touch my mouth to hers. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do.”

I fuck her again, mainly because I can’t keep my cock out of her. I can’t stop from touching and tasting her. I fucking love everything about her, head to goddamn toe.

SPENCER

Staring at my computer, I try to work, but I can’t. Evan has disappeared. He didn’t tell me where he was going, and I didn’t ask. It was clear that he was on a mission. Setting my computer down on the coffee table, I stand and walk over to the back door.

I slip out onto the back patio to look out at the water and the trees. It’s so quiet, and the fresh air washes over me. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh and soak in all of the sun. Smiling, I wonder if this could be real. Could this be my life? I feel like I’m in a dream.

Pinch me.

The sound of a car coming up the drive causes me to pause. I turn my head and look down the driveway, but I can’t see it from where I am, so I move back into the house and head toward the front door. Before I reach it, the door flies open.

I blink at the sight in front of me. It’s Jasmine.

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

She smirks. “Where is he?” she demands.

I open my mouth to answer her, but she lets out a loud boom of laughter. Stumbling backward slightly, I look to the side, then shift my attention back to meet hers.

“You’re laughing, but I’m not sure why,” I say, the hairs on the back of my neck standing at attention.

This woman isn’t right.

She smiles as she takes a step toward me. “Brew thought he would get away with this. That he could be with me for a decade, and then just walk away. I’ve put in the work. You aren’t going to have him.”

I think about telling her that I’ve known him longer than she could ever dream of, but I decide against it. It’s clear to me that she’s completely unhinged, and I have no desire to egg her on even more. She doesn’t need to be riled up.

She’s already on level ten.

“You did, Jasmine. You’ve gone through a lot with him. I’m really sorry that it didn’t work out the way you had envisioned.”

“Don’t,” she screams. “Do not try to placate me. It won’t work.”

She takes another step toward me. “You know, I’m pregnant again,” she purrs. “We’re going to really have a baby this time. We’ll be the perfect family.”

I don’t know if she’s telling the truth or not, but I’m leaning toward not. Pressing my lips together, I try not to show any reaction. I’m living in Evan’s house. He’s declared me his old lady. And as much as she wants to be where I am, she just isn’t, and she’s angry about it.

I’ve only been back in town a few weeks, and I’ve moved in. She’s been trying to get here for ten years. She’s bitter and angry. And I have a feeling she is also desperate. And nothing good can come from a woman who is desperate.

I open my mouth, although I’m not sure what I’m going to say to her when she lunges toward me. Her feet start to move, her eyes wild as she charges. My body is frozen for just a moment before I quickly move aside, away from her. She falls to the floor.

There isn’t anywhere for me to hide in this place. It’s not big enough, so all I can do is dodge her and hope I can slip out of the house and get the fuck away from her before she hurts me.

“Fuck you,” Jasmine barks, pushing herself up to stand across from me.

With a snort, I shake my head. “No thanks, babe,” I state. “If you think you can rat out Evan to the cops, and then he’ll come to you and play house, you’ve got another thing coming,” I grind out.

I suck in a breath. I’m not done yet. “There is no way in hell he’s going to be yours, that you’ll be his, kid or no kid. Not with the betrayal you’ve just committed. And even if he wanted you, the Dark Horse MC wouldn’t accept you. And Evan would never be with someone his club didn’t accept.”

She growls and starts to take a step toward me. I don’t know if she’s going to try to attack me again or not, but then she stops in her tracks. Her eyes widen as they lift, and she looks over my shoulder behind me.