Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Scout
It's official. This has been the longest week ever and it's only Monday. As I open the front door, I get a text from Jessa. Silas isn't home yet, so I have a little me time. I fling myself onto my bed and check my messages.
Jessa
So how's living with the Ice Man? Have you two stopped fighting?
I smile at the text from my roommate. She's always pushing buttons and giggling as they raise a reaction.
Me
We've found a rhythm. Turns out, Silas isn't frosty at all.
Jessa
Are you guys hooking up? Tell me that he's helping you tick off boxes on the Naughty Girl Scout list.
Me
I'll tell you over drinks.
Jessa
Ooooh girrrrrl! I'm out of town right now, but when I get back, I need hot deets STAT.
Me
Deal.
I hear the front door slam, followed by the blender whirring. No doubt Silas is having another protein shake after an intense practice. Considering that for a moment, I slide the top drawer of my dresser open and fish out my Naughty Girl Scout list.
The Naughty Girl Scout List
Wear red lipstick every day for a week
Dance on a table
Download a dating app and actually swipe
Have morning sex before coffee
Try a toy with someone watching
Fall asleep still sweaty and tangled up with him
Confess my fantasies to a complete stranger
Sleep naked and not feel weird about it
Figure out what my body actually likes in bed
Send a nude without apologizing for it
Sext until the phone dies
Let someone go down on me until I cry
Give a blowjob and take control until he begs
Ride someone's face just because I want to
Have sex against a wall, messy and desperate
Let someone tie my wrists and take whatever they want
Watch myself in a mirror while he's inside me
Let a man talk filthy to me without flinching
Get fucked on the kitchen counter
A finger up the butt (on either person)
Wow. I've done more of these things than I thought. A small burst of pride emanates from my chest. Suck on that, Enzo.
No one but Jessa has ever seen this list, but sitting here looking down at the list, the urge to make Silas the first guy to ever see it is strong. I'm almost certain he'll be into a few of these.
When he raps on my open doorway, I start. I smile at him, trying to still my racing heart.
Silas's lips curl at the corners. He's so damn handsome, his hair still damp from a recent shower, his tight black t-shirt stretched across his chest. "Hey."
I tilt my head, flushing. God, even that one word has me achy, my nipples tightening like I'm one of Pavlov's fricking dogs. "Hey. How was practice?"
"Good." His blue-gray eyes sweep over me. "Thought I'd see you there."
"I was stuck compiling stats for Mobility Mondays. I have to present my data to Coach Cross soon."
He takes a long sip of his protein shake. "It'll go well. I'm seeing big gains. I'm sure the other players are too."
"Yeah. That's what the data says. But convincing the team that my program is worthwhile is..." I search for the words. "I feel like I'm trying to sell myself and I'm seriously lacking in confidence."
He sits down and abandons his shake on my bedside table.
"You should see some of the junk that the coaches have spent money on.
Light therapy booths, wearable stats bands, neurofeedback helmets.
Absolute garbage that could reasonably give the players an advantage.
Mobility Mondays have a data-backed track record.
Trust me when I say that they'll probably jump at the chance. "
"Yeah?" I roll my shoulders, letting his words sink in. "Thanks, Si."
"Don't thank me. You've done a ton of work. Be proud of yourself." He picks up my hand, tracing a little pattern into my palm. "What's on the paper?"
"Oh." My cheeks heat again. "It's a list of things I want to try... um, in bed."
His eyes darken instantly and his spine snaps straight. "Show me."
I pass him the sheet of notebook paper and watch his face change as he reads each item. His jaw ticks, grip tightening on the paper until the edges crumple slightly. When those eyes finally lift to mine, they're absolutely molten.
"You wrote this?"
"With help. Jessa helped with several of them."
He clarifies, pointing to the list. "But you want to do all of these things?"
"Someday? Yeah."
Si pokes out his cheek with his tongue. "How about this week instead?"
My breath catches. "What?"
"This week." He stands up and moves closer, towering over where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed.
I feel the heat rolling off him when he sets the list aside and tilts my jaw up to look at his eyes.
"My suggestion is that we work through this list. Every single item. You think you can handle that?"
Heat floods through me, fast and overwhelming. "Y-yes, I can."
"Good." His palms cup my face. "Then let's start right now."
The kiss is hard, claiming, then he's walking me backward out of the bedroom, down the hall, into the kitchen still kissing me.
"First item," he growls against my mouth. "Get fucked on the kitchen counter."
My back hits the counter. "Silas..."
"Tell me no if you don't want this."
He's so damn bossy. I'm a mess of need, and I can't say no when he gets like this. "I want everything, Si."
One smooth motion lifts me onto the counter. He starts undressing me, my Havoc shirt flying into the living room, my underwear disappearing somewhere behind him. I scrabble with his t-shirt, pulling it off, and his sweatpants hit the floor seconds later.
"Hold on to me," he commands. "This is going to be rough."
"I like it rough," I pant. "Fuck me, Si."
"I fucking love it when you call me that."
He kisses me impossibly hard, parting my thighs, and brushes his fingers along the dripping-wet seam of my pussy. We both groan.
He pushes inside without warning, drawing a cry from me, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks.
Silas's cock is huge, nearly splitting me in two.
And yet, I want more. He doesn't give me time to adjust to the angle or the stretch, just fucks hard and fast like a machine.
One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my ass to hold me exactly where he wants me.
I tilt my head back and let out a sultry moan.
"Eyes on me, Pretty Girl," he grits out. "I've been thinking about doing this since the day you moved in. I wanted to bend you over this counter where we eat breakfast and make you scream my name."
The angle hits perfectly, finding that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. "Oh god, Si... Right there. Don't stop!"
I'm already close, wound impossibly tight from anticipation and the sheer wrongness of being taken on the kitchen counter.
"I can tell you're almost there. Come for me. Let me feel it, baby."
My release crashes through me. I come with his name on my lips, clenching around him as pleasure rips through in waves.
He follows seconds later, groaning into my neck, teeth scraping my sensitive skin.
Both panting, both shaking, we stay frozen for a long moment before he pulls out carefully and helps me down on unsteady legs.
"That was..." I lean against his chest, needing contact. "Really amazing."
"One down." His grin does wicked things to me. "What's next on the list?"
Laughter bubbles up, breathless and wild. "You're completely insane."
"You love it."
I nod. God help me, I absolutely do.
Tuesday brings him home from practice to find me waiting on the couch, wearing nothing but his Havoc hoodie with bare legs underneath, want written clearly across my face.
"Hi," I say. I'm shy now that we're in the same room.
Si comes around the couch, his expression dark with want.
"Why are you over there and not sitting on my face?" His eyes go feral. "Get over here. Right now."
He sits down on the floor, resting his neck on the seat of the couch. I look at him, licking my lips, uncertain how to position myself. Si taps the couch on either side of his head.
"Kneel right here and grab the back of the couch," he instructs. "I'm hungry, Pretty Girl."
The nickname sends a shiver down my spine. My face glowing like the tip of a cigarette, I kneel and put my hands on the back of the couch to brace myself. Si yanks me forward without hesitation until I'm hovering over his face.
"Lower," he commands.
I bite my lip. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You're not. If you haven't already figured this out, I'm a giant. And even if you were smothering me, I wouldn't care. Sit on my face and let me eat your pussy, honey."
Chewing on my lip, I gaze down at Si. His chin-length golden hair is tousled, his piercing blue eyes and dark brows startlingly handsome.
He's dead serious as he starts kissing my inner thighs, urging me toward his mouth.
I lower myself slowly, carefully, until his mouth brushes against the seam of my pussy.
The first touch of tongue draws a moan from my lips.
"Oh fuck," I whisper. "Your mouth feels so good."
Si squeezes my ass cheeks and slurps, the sound obscene and pleasing at once.
He's usually filthy-mouthed, but he seems to be entranced with nuzzling my pussy and giving me tender nips to my inner thighs and lips.
I want to close my eyes and literally ride his mouth, but I can't look away from his face.
He hums against my flesh, fucking my pussy with his tongue before sucking on my clit.
The angle gives him total access to everything, tongue working relentlessly, hands gripping thighs hard, holding me in place when he focuses on my clit.
Looking down reveals his massive frame beneath, eyes locked on mine, watching every reaction. The sight makes my pussy clench.
"God, you look huge from up here," I murmur. I reach down and stroke his hair. "I bet your cock looks even bigger."