Full Service : (Franklin U 2 Book 5)

Chapter 17

Grandpa is munching happily on his french fries when we explain how everything went down between Silas and me.

“I was just irresistible,” I say, and Silas glares at me. Love that frown, all sexy and grumpy.

“You were tolerable,” he replies. “And always in my space. You seduced me with sweet coffees.”

“I seduced you with my ass. Let’s be honest.”

Silas shifts in his seat and nudges me. “Do not say things like that around Lee.”

“Why not?” I ask, watching as my grandpa grins at me, a bit of french fry stuck to his bottom lip. He doesn’t bother with it, just wears it confidently.

“Because he will get ideas in his head. Did you know he asked me about snowballing men?”

I choke on my soda as a laugh erupts out of me. “Grandpa, seriously?”

He shrugs, looking pleased as pie. “What? I didn’t know what it meant. You youngins are filthy.”

“I mean, filthy is fun. Right, Silas?”

“I refuse to answer that. Refuse.”

I can’t help the chuckle that slips out of me.

“Either way, the point is moot. He’s my TA, Lee. Nothing can come of this.”

My mood instantly plummets. I don’t know what he’s going on about. We are absolutely going to make something come of this. Besides me, of course.

And him.

He comes a lot.

It’s quite perfect, actually.

“We’re living together,” I blurt.

Grandpa stops chewing and eyes us both. “Is that so? That’s a new fact that no one cared to tell me. I can’t believe you moved my grandson in and didn’t tell me, Silas.”

Silas looks a little guilty, sinking down in his seat slightly.

“Yes, well, I didn’t know he was your grandson. Why do you call him Junior, anyways?”

“Well, my name is Everly too. Lee for short. So he’s Junior,” my grandpa explains.

“Well, that makes entirely too much sense. But back to the situation at hand. Your grandson was in a bit of an emergency,” Silas continues. “Did you know, Everly has been living in a hovel run by some warlord? His roof caved in with the storm.”

Oh well, shit. I didn’t want Grandpa to know about that.

“Is that true?”

“Yes, but Gramps, really, it’s fine. Silas saved the day. Please don’t worry. And please don’t tell Dad. I don’t need him worrying.”

Silas seems to finally understand what he’s done and he sits up slightly, adjusting the buttons on his shirt.

“Yes, Lee. It’s fine. Don’t worry. Everly’s in good hands.”

I am. In very good and sexy hands. And I plan on making sure it stays that way. Silas may say there is nothing to be done about this, but he doesn’t know how well I stick.

Grandpa eyes us both and then claps his hands together loudly, making me jump. “Well, that’s good news. I expect wedding details within the month.”

“Fuck off,” Silas mutters, and I place my arm around his shoulders.

“Yeah, don’t worry. You’ll totally be invited. Maybe you could walk me down the aisle.”

Grandpa gets teary-eyed at that, and I swallow roughly. It was a bit of a joke, but now that I say it, I can see it. I can imagine the way Silas would look in a proper suit, standing at the end of the aisle, watching me approach. Or maybe I’d be the one waiting. Maybe he’d walk down the aisle toward me.

I don’t know, never thought about marriage before.

But for some reason, with Silas, it just clicks.

It makes total sense.

I can envision everything crystal clear.

“You shouldn’t have given Lee hope,” Silas says as soon as we’re back at his place, the door shut, the lights turned on.

I shrug and pull my sweatshirt off, tossing it onto the couch, and then toe off my shoes.

“Meh, it’s fine. I mean, would it be the worst to marry me?” I eye him and watch as Silas’s eyes swivel down my chest, landing on the zipper of my jeans.

His tongue peeks out and he wets those pink, plump lips.

“It would be terrible. Terrible for my health.”

“Yeah, okay, old man. What if I’m good for your health? I rejuvenate you.”

Silas huffs and takes a step toward me. “You do offer a variety of cardio options.”

“I’m very good for your heart.”

Not sure if he’s good for mine, to be honest. He isn’t taking this whole thing very seriously. But to be fair, I haven’t been taking it seriously either. Not until today. When I saw him up there on stage, shaking that ass just to make my grandpa happy, I knew I wanted more than just casual.

Not sure if he feels the same way though.

I’ve never had my heart broken before. I don’t want to start now. Seems quite dull and boring, really.

“You are very, very good for my heart,” Silas says, his breath hitting my cheek as he runs his nose along my jaw. “You make it pound so incredibly fast. It’s like running a marathon. I’ll have a six-pack by the time this is done.”

I groan as his fingers push into my hair, his lips meeting mine. Our tongues tangle, the two of us grinding up against each other until I finally pull away.

“I… Oh god, Silas. You’re so fucking hot. But wait. Wait.”

He clutches me to him, his fingers digging into my skin, almost trying to pull me into him, but I resist. Suddenly needing to know. I need to know.

“What is it?” he asks, his voice rough.

I suddenly feel nervous, adrift. How the hell do I bring this up? What the hell do I say?

“What…” I wet my lips nervously. “What are we?”

Silas’s eyes darken and his fingers tighten on me.

“We?”

“Yeah, you know…this. What is this?”

“Sex,” he says, his eyes meeting mine. “A lot of sex.”

For some reason, that doesn’t delight me to no end like it should. I love sex, don’t get me wrong, but I want this to be more. Never in my life have I wanted more, until now.

“What’s wrong? What’s with that face?” he asks.

“Nothing. It’s… I was hoping for more.”

“More?”

He looks genuinely perplexed. That’s not a good sign. I know I don’t scream commitment, but fuck, shouldn’t he want to keep me? Even just a little bit?

“Yeah. More.”

Our words are soft and swirl around us, seeming to confuse the fuck out of Silas in the process. He looks almost dizzy.

“Right now, Everly…right now this can only be sex. You’re my TA.”

Well, that makes no sense. None. Not one rational thing about the words coming out of his mouth.

“So, we can have sex, but that’s all it can be?”

He clears his throat. “Yes.”

“That’s not logical.”

Silas’s eyes whip up to meet mine. “How so?”

“I mean, you’re worried about getting caught, right? Like what will happen if they find out we’re fucking?”

He nods, clipped and concise.

“So, what does it matter if we’re together then?”

His left eye twitches and his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth.

“I see your point.”

“Yeah, I have the best points.”

“I guess we’re already fucking, it doesn’t really matter if we’re…more.”

My heart rate triples. “Exactly. More.”

“More won’t necessarily get me fired. Sitting on your dick will.”

“Yeah, but no one is getting fired. We’ll behave. We’ll be basically saints on campus. No one needs to know you’re my boyfriend.”

Silas huffs a small laugh. “Ah, so more is boyfriends then?”

“Yeah. I think so. It makes sense.”

He hums lowly and then pulls me in for a long-drawn-out kiss.

“Fine then,” he mutters. “Time for you to fuck your boyfriend now. Let’s make it official.”

“Hell yes.”

Being Silas’s boyfriend is fucking hard.

Hemakes me so goddamn hard.

I sit in the biology lecture and am hard. Then I go to his office hours to work with students and end up miserable because I’m hard again.

All I want to do is bend him over the desk and take him right then and there. I don’t want to wait until we’re home. I said we’d be good, and I have been. I’ve been so good. For weeks I’ve behaved, been the most upstanding boyfriend in North America, but now I’m starting to crack.

I’m starting to lose my fucking mind.

I want him all the time.

I want to hold him, kiss him, fuck him.

How can everyone not see how I’ve been feeling? It’s obvious. Anyone who looks once at me can see that I have heart-eyes only for him.

It’s more than sex too. It’s how we talk to each other, how I share my dreams and worries, how he does the same. I want a future with him.

I want to marry him.

And that thought makes me hard again.

“Honestly, can you at least try to behave?” Silas whispers when he catches me drooling over the sight of him. I mean, how am I supposed to behave when he looks so goddamn good in a knit sweater?

They should be illegal.

Yarn should be banned from college campuses.

“It’s hard to when my boyfriend looks so good.”

Silas grumbles at me, his cheeks flushing. “Behave.”

A low moan slips from me. When he gets all professor-y on me I can’t help but get even more turned on.

“I’m having a biological emergency.”

“Then go take care of it before class starts.”

“I think I need your help.”

Silas straightens his sweater and side-eyes me. “Fine. You have five minutes.”

I nod and stride out of the lecture hall, almost running at this point. When I make it to his office, I wait impatiently for him to unlock it. As soon as we step through the threshold and the door is closed, I’m on him.

I can’t help it.

“Everly,” Silas hisses as my lips attack his. “Everly.”

“Babe. I’m so fucking turned on right now. I can’t think. All my blood is in my dick.”

I grind it up against him so he can feel what he does to me.

“It’s this sweater. I never knew I liked yarn on men, but I so do.”

He chuckles as I kiss my way across his jaw and then drop to my knees.

“Let me suck your dick. We have two minutes and we both know you only last one.”

Silas grumps above me.

“I can last quite a while, just so you know.”

I do know. He can come multiple times too. But right now, I just want to suck his dick and then sit in that class, listening to him speak, watching his mouth move, edging myself into oblivion.

“We said we wouldn’t do this,” Silas says, but his dick is already in my mouth and I’m swallowing him whole. I can’t really speak about this at the moment and honestly, having him in my mouth is such a relief that I don’t even care that I’m breaking all the rules.

If he got fired, would it really be so bad?

Then we could travel around the States and fuck and be out in the open like a normal couple. We wouldn’t have to hide away like we are. It’s driving me nuts, seeing him and not being able to have him.

I want to shout it to the world that he’s my boyfriend.

But this is all I get, for now.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Silas grunts and then he’s unloading into my mouth, his legs jerking as he comes.

When I finally pull off his cock, I stare up at him.

“That was really fast,” I say with a grin, and Silas tucks himself away.

“Yes, well, we’re in a rush. I can’t be blamed.”

He takes a step back from me and helps me stand. My dick is straining out from my pants, and I stare forlornly at it.

“I can’t help you, Mr. Winslow,” Silas says with a small smirk. “I really do need to get back to class, but thank you for your assistance.”

I roll my eyes and peck a kiss to his lips.

“You’re welcome. I’ll take what I need from you when I get home.”

“Fair. When will you be home?” he asks, his hand moving to the doorknob. It’s only as he twists it that we both realize it wasn’t locked. Anyone could have come in and seen me on my knees for him.

“Late. I have a late shift.”

“Hm, well, I won’t wait up then,” he says and then his eyes darken. “But feel free to fuck me awake.”

Oh, I so fucking will.

“And Everly,” he says as he pulls the door open. I crane my neck toward him, and he lowers his voice. “Next time, lock the fucking door.”