Chapter 44 #2
I keep my hand in his hair as he fucks me, and the last of the discomfort from the stretch and unfamiliar sensation fades, and all I feel is a pleasurable pressure and a building need for even more.
I sink into it, into him, and into the way he fills every part of me until there’s nothing else, and no space left for anything but this.
My cock throbs with need the more he fucks me, so I drop a hand between us to wrap my fingers around it, stroking with the sticky precum that’s leaking from the tip.
Silas’s eyes follow the movement, and he shifts back, grabbing my knees and holding them as he thrusts into me, his gaze locked on my hand working my cock.
Suddenly, I’m tipping my head back with an intense groan as he slides against that spot again, and a burst of heat and tingles rolls through me.
“Fuck, Si, fuck, oh my god,” I pant, stroking myself faster in time with his rhythm, riding the edge so close I have no idea how I’m still holding on.
But once I open my eyes and look at Silas, it all comes undone.
His hazel eyes are locked on me with his dark blond hair falling loose around his face, and he drops my knee, batting my hand away so he can take my cock in his.
Oh, fuck me…
I can’t hold back the groan that tears out of me as everything hits me at once. His eyes on me, his hand on my cock, his cock in my ass, hitting my prostate just right, even though I don’t even know what just right is, but fuck, this has to be it… because I can’t hold on any longer.
And as his grip on my knee tightens, his body tenses, and he pulls in a deep breath, I know he’s right there with me.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe out.
“Me too,” Silas pants, and drops his gaze to my cock as he strokes it in time with his thrusts into my ass.
Almost immediately, the most intense release I’ve ever felt rips through my body, and any control I had is gone. My muscles and nerves all tingle, every inch of my body lights up, and it feels like I’m falling. Right into everything Silas, as I give it all up to him and just let him catch me.
He groans and leans over me, releasing my cock as he drops his head to my chest, and I slip my fingers into his hair and hold him as he comes. My breaths come fast and uneven as I ride out the last waves of it with him still inside me, and I never want it to end.
Eventually, his movements slow to a stop, and we both just lie here for a moment before he rolls onto his back next to me with a heavy breath.
“Fuck,” he exhales.
I nod, staring at the wood beam on the ceiling as I try to figure out which fucking planet I’m on. “Fuck,” I agree.
Then I turn my head towards him as he does the same, and I press a soft kiss to his nose.
He smiles as his eyes close, and I just watch him, taking in his beautiful face and the absolute perfection that is Silas Gallant.
Then his eyes pop open and widen slightly.
“I didn’t lock the door,” he says.
My gaze flicks toward the hallway, then back to him. “So… your dad, Papa, or Mama could have just… walked in,” I say slowly. “And seen you railing my ass.”
He nods seriously.
And I laugh.
Then he does too. And it’s fucking beautiful.
“Asses aside,” I say, reaching for his hand and lacing our fingers together. “How would you feel if they knew about us?”
Silas looks down at our hands, chewing on his lips as he thinks for a moment.
“I think they’d get it,” he says softly.
I smile and rub my thumb over the back of his hand. “I think they would too.”
He looks at me again. “I think I want to keep this just for us for a little bit longer. Then… we could tell everyone. If you want to?”
A wide smile spreads over my lips, and I squeeze his hand. “Hell yeah.”
My eyes open to the sound and smell of coffee brewing, and soft light spilling down the hallway from the kitchen. I reach a hand out and find the bed next to me empty, and frown.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table and squint against the harsh light from the screen.
5:40 AM.
What. The. Fuck.
It’s Saturday. We’re not even working today.
I throw the blankets back and get out of bed, my jaw clenching as I stomp towards the kitchen. I stop when I get there and stare at Silas, where he stands at the counter, pouring coffee into a mug.
He glances at me and cocks an eyebrow.
“Why the fuck are you awake?” I ask.
He huffs a laugh as he reaches for another mug. “Because it’s six AM.”
“Uh, no, actually, it’s not even six AM yet,” I shoot back. “And we’re not fucking working today.”
“Yeah, I know,” Silas says, turning towards me and holding out a mug of coffee. “That’s why I slept in.”
I just stare at him.
“This isn’t going to work,” I say with a shake of my head, and Silas just huffs, pressing the mug into my hands before he picks up his own and heads outside.
Fucking farmers.
I grab my sweatpants from the hallway floor and pull them on before following him outside, finding him sitting on the porch.
He’s looking out at the trees as he sips his coffee, in just his sweatpants and bare chest, and his hair is perfectly tousled from sex and sleep.
The sun is just starting to rise and peek through the trees, casting a faint glow over him that makes him look like a fucking piece of art.
Alright… this isn’t that bad.
Now I wish Winston were here to make this even more picture-perfect. But he stayed the night with Mom and Dad, and considering what went down here last night, that’s probably a good thing.
I flex my hand as I sit next to him and take a sip of my coffee, my knuckles feeling a bit sore and stiff from their impact with Ashton’s nose last night.
Anger flows through me at the memory of that prick, and I shift my attention to Silas to see him looking down at my hand.
“You ok?” I ask him.
He lifts his eyes to meet mine and draws his brows together. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He gestures to my hand and then vaguely towards my torso. “Your hand and your… ass.”
I chuckle. “They’re actually both ok, considering. But…” I sigh. “I meant, about last night, and seeing Ashton. And what he said.”
Silas just shrugs. “It’s Ashton. What else would I expect?”
But I catch the shift in him as his eyes move back to the trees, and that distant look enters his gaze. The look I used to see all the time when he’d fade away because things got too hard, and too much to manage.
I saw the anger bubble up inside him when Ashton went after him, telling him no one wanted to deal with him.
That he had to drag me back and knock me down so he wouldn’t be alone.
Those words cut me deep, so I know they hit him harder.
That fucker weaselled right into a core wound and cut it open in an attempt to plant doubt and fear. And I hope it didn’t work.
I reach out and place a hand on his arm. “Si.”
He blinks and turns back to me.
“Talk to me,” I say.
He holds my gaze for a moment before he pulls in a breath.
“A lot of people didn’t want to deal with me.
Teachers sent me home, kids excluded me, Bell gave up trying…
and I don’t blame them for it.” His eyes drop to his coffee in his lap.
“But others are harder to forgive. Mom left to start a new family, and I haven’t spoken to her in years.
And for two years, my biological mom left me alone in a crib to cry instead of loving me. ”
My chest tightens and tears well in my eyes.
He said he learned about his past, but he never told me exactly what that was. Just that he was left alone a lot.
And that he was left in the dark…
Now that I know what that means, my heart is fucking breaking.
“But…” he continues, lifting his gaze to meet mine, “you never just dealt with me. I always knew it was more than that. For all the reasons people left, you stayed. And you loved me despite it all.”
I nod as a tear rolls down my cheek.
“And I know you chose this. You chose PEI. And I know you chose me.” He gives me a soft smile. “I’m never in the dark with you.”
Another tear falls as I lean in, my lips meeting his in a gentle kiss, as I’m overwhelmed by his strength.
He’s right. I’ve always loved him.
And now, that love means more than it ever did.