29. Jack #3
Footsteps pad quietly across the boards, and then he’s there.
He doesn’t say anything right away. He just steps up close behind me, his strong arms sliding securely around my waist, pulling me gently back until my back rests flush against his chest. A low, grounding sigh escapes him as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his lips brushing softly against my sensitive skin.
“Cold?” he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates straight through my ribs.
“Never,” I whisper, leaning back into him, letting his solid weight anchor me entirely. “Just watching the water.”
Silas tightens his grip, his arms locking securely around me, the gold band on his pinkie finger presses cool against my ribs, my ring, a permanent reminder of the bond we share.
We stand there together in the quiet dark, the distant hum of the house fading into nothing behind us.
For months, the only water I saw was the damp, rotting concrete of a tomb, and the only sound was the mocking echo of a cage door locking shut.
Now, the night feels vast, open, and entirely harmless.
My fingers reach down, sliding over his forearm to lace our fingers together.
“Penny?” he asks softly, a fond smile ghosting over his lips against my skin.
“Just thinking about how far away Seattle feels,” I murmur, closing my eyes and breathing him in, pine, charcoal, and the undeniable scent of home. “Thinking about how quiet the dark is now.”
Silas nips at my skin and then pulls the skin of my neck into his mouth, sucking it lightly, his arms pulling me tighter still, erasing every remaining inch of distance between us.
“It’s going to stay quiet, Dove,” he promises, the fierce devotion in his tone wrapping around my soul like armour. “I told you. I burned that world down so you’d never have to look back at it.”
I turn my head slightly, tilting my chin up so his lips meet mine in a slow kiss that tastes like absolute peace. I turn into him eagerly, pressing closer as his hands slide down my waist, the crisp sound of my zipper ringing out in the quiet night air.
He lifts me, sitting me on the railing, and I wrap my legs around his waist, securing him to me.
His hand pulls my cock free, stroking me with a slow rhythm that makes my head fall onto his shoulder.
His hand wraps tightly around my dick, and I feel the friction building, sweet and overwhelming, and I chase his touch with a desperate, hungry groan, my hips moving instinctively to meet his.
Kissing and nipping at his jaw, I make my way slowly back to his lips.
Licking along the seam, he gives me entrance, and I taste him.
My mouth moves with his, slow and deep, anchored by the thick heat between us.
I pull back for a second, looking up at him.
His lips are swollen and wet, his dark eyes heavy, and his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“God, you’re perfect…” he murmurs against my lips.
His hand leaves my dick and I whine in protest. Silas chuckles, kissing me lightly.
“Wait.” he growls, and I wriggle my hips, my feet pulling him tighter into me.
I hear his zipper and sigh, a smile on my lips as a heartbeat later, I feel Silas’s cock against mine, his hand wrapping around us both as he strokes us in a rhythm that sends a fierce jolt through my body.
Our cocks are wet with pre-cum as his thumb presses against my sensitive tip, stroking us together in a fierce, perfect beat.
His lips crash down onto mine, and our tongues battle as my hips meet his, electricity screaming through me like bolts of lightning through a storm.
“You’re doing so well, Dove,” he murmurs against my ear.
I whimper when he gives my ear a light nip, my hips thrusting instinctively toward him, brushing our hard bodies together.
“Mmm. Good boy,” he praises, and my hands move up to grip his shoulders, pressing my chest flush against his hard pecs.
“Silas,” I gasp, my fingers digging tight into his shoulders as my thighs begin to tremble. My lips search for his again, and he gives in willingly. I devour him, losing myself in the rhythm as his hand begins to move in a frantic pace.
“I’ve got you, baby. Come with me, Jack. Now, dove,” he murmurs against my lips, driving us both straight over the precipice.
My hands fly to his hair and I pull tightly, my lips drop to his shoulder, my teeth biting deep into his skin as my body completely takes over.
“Sol,” I moan, feeling my thighs begin to tremble, my body chasing the edge.
My hips punch upward into his hand one final time, and the electric snap of my climax rips through my body, blinding and absolute. I shatter against him, hearing Silas groan my name as he spills over our hands, our bodies riding out the violent, beautiful wave of our shared release.
As our breathing slowly evens out in the warm night air, Silas presses one final, lingering kiss to my temple, his arms wrapping around me like a fortress.
The ghosts were gone now, and the cage has been broken forever. There is only the steady, powerful beat of his heart against my back, the vast expanse of the ocean ahead, and the unbreakable certainty that I am finally, forever safe in his arms.