Chapter 28
28
CASH
I stared at Silas as he lay next to me, his breathing slow since he was sound asleep. Our alarm had yet to go off and once it did, we would be getting a quick breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant before heading to Colorado. I hated to think about what was coming, since after Denver the next stop would be Texas, first Dallas and then Austin. While I was going to enjoy being back in my home state, it also meant the days and nights with Silas would be ending. Professionally, I knew what I needed to do, but it hurt to think about what was going to happen once our contract was over after the Austin show.
The morning after, I’d fly to Boston and have a few days to grab my things from Britt’s before starting another six-week job with a new client. I’d already rented a storage unit for my things, but other than that, I had no plan once I returned to Massachusetts. My job required me to live with my clients, which gave me time to figure out my next move, but did I even want to stay in Boston? I’d moved there because of Britt, and now there was nothing tying me to the city. And after my six weeks with Silas were over, what would become of us? He would continue with the tour and I’d be devoting my time to another client.
But Silas wasn’t just another client. He wasn’t one I could shake hands with, wish well, and move on from.
No, Silas Hale was the first person who made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. He was someone I knew I shouldn’t cross that line with, but at the same time, he was someone I craved.
It wasn’t just about the way he kissed me, or the way he touched me, or even the way he felt beneath me. It was deeper than that. It was the way he looked at me, like I was something more than just the guy keeping him sober. The way he let me see him—really see him beneath the rock star exterior—when he wasn’t putting on a show for the world. The way he trusted me with the parts of himself he tried so damn hard to hide.
I ran a hand down my face, exhaling slowly. I’d had sex with a man. With him . With my client. With my ex’s brother. And it hadn’t felt strange or wrong or like something I needed to justify. It had felt right— natural, even—in a way that should’ve scared the hell out of me, but all I felt was the dull ache of knowing it was already slipping away.
I’d spent my whole life believing I was straight, never questioning it, never wondering if there was something more. And maybe it had just been easier that way. Easier to never let myself think about it, easier not to consider what it would mean to want something different. But it was impossible to ignore now. Not after last night. Not with the way I felt about him.
Not after I started falling for him.
Silas shifted beside me. I stayed still, staring at the ceiling, my body exhausted but my mind too restless to shut off. I should’ve been sleeping while I still had the chance, but instead, all I could think about was the fact that in six days, I’d be gone.
How was I supposed to go back to a life where he wasn’t in it every day? I’d always known this was temporary, that my job had an expiration date, but last night had changed everything and I didn’t want to leave.
I glanced at him. The sheets barely covered his waist and my mouth watered at the sight of his rippled stomach. I wanted to reach out, to smooth my fingers over his skin and pull him closer. To pretend we had more time.
But time wasn’t on our side, and I didn’t know how I was supposed to walk away.
Without thinking more about it, my fingers brushed over his bare shoulder, then down his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. But that wasn’t enough.
Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his shoulder, lingering there before trailing soft kisses up his neck. Silas stirred, letting out a quiet moan, but I didn’t stop. I kissed along the side of his neck, tasting the faint salt of his skin.
“Mornin’,” he murmured, looking over his shoulder at me.
“Morning. Are you sore?”
He thought for a moment and then shook his head.
“Good. Stay just like that.” I squeezed his bare ass cheek before licking my middle finger and running it up his crack.
He let out a moan as I pressed slightly on his puckered rim. “Are you going to tease me or fuck me?”
I grinned. “Just wanted to get you ready.”
“You stretched me last night. I think I’m ready.” He pushed the sheets down around our ankles and then stayed facing away from me on his side.
I rolled over and grabbed a condom and the lube from the bedside table. Just the thought of being buried inside of him again was making me hard, so after giving myself a few tugs, I ripped open the condom wrapper and slid the latex down my thick shaft. Popping the top on the lube, I poured some onto the tip and then used my hand to coat my length.
Squirting some of the lubricant onto my fingers, I reached over and ran my hand up Silas’s crack again. He let out another moan and this time, I slipped the tip of my digit into his tight hole .
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he panted.
“Good. Now get that ass over here.”
I turned so I was spooning him and pulled his hips closer so I could line up behind him. He twisted slightly, angling his ass just right for me to nudge his rosebud with my crown.
Kissing his neck, I slowly eased into him, letting him stretch and trying not to hurt him. He hissed slightly, but pushed back, urging me to go deeper.
And I did.
Once I was fully in and we were as close as possible, I rocked my hips up into him.
“Still doing okay?” I asked him.
“Absofuckinglutely. Keep going.”
We spread our thighs apart and as I held his bent leg up, Silas reached down and started to jerk himself. Watching his hand move up and down his dick had my hips going faster.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against his shoulder.
“Not a bad way to wake up, is it?” He gave me a grin.
“Not at all.” I took his mouth, kissing him the best I could as I thrust into him.
The bed moved with each drive of my hips and despite the cool AC blowing on our skin, we were both slick with sweat.
“Harder,” he ordered. “You keep hitting the spot.”
“Get on your back so I can watch you come.”
I slipped out so he could hurry and do as I ordered, and then I slid back into his tight canal as he hooked his legs around my hips. Silas squeezed around me and I leaned down to kiss his neck and jaw as I pounded into him again.
“Deeper,” he groaned, so I took his legs and hooked them over my shoulders, causing his hips to rise off the bed.
His asshole swallowed my cock, and I held onto the headboard as I pistoned into him. He pumped his cock again. I could see the pre-cum coating his shaft—could hear it—and my mouth watered.
“You about to come?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
I pulled out of him and then started to blow him. He held onto my head, urging me to take him to the back of my throat, and within seconds, he was shooting his jizz down my throat.
When he was drained, I lined up with his hole again and then buried my throbbing erection into him once more.
My entire body was on fire as I rammed into him, causing the bed to hit the wall over and over with each drive. It didn’t take long before my ass clenched and I came.
Slipping out of him, I flopped onto my back and caught my breath just as the alarm went off.
It was time to head to another city and be one stop closer to me leaving for Boston.