Chapter 25 Silver #2
At Rachel for confronting us like that. At Big Eddie for swinging on me after decades of friendship. And maybe even worse, at myself—for letting it happen in the first place.
I should’ve been a stronger man. I should’ve kept myself in check and never crossed or blurred any lines.
Solana catches up to me. She grabs at my arm with both hands, tugging me to stop. When I spin toward her, ready to tell her to let me be, she manages to utter the magic words that talk me off the ledge. That instantly make the rage ebb away.
“It doesn’t matter what they think,” she says simply. “Only what we feel matters. Only what we want, Silver.”
Her throat quivers as she swallows, and her imploring brown eyes peer up at me with hope and earnestness.
But there’s also the same stubborn fire I’ve come to see in her—the same fire that’s started burning as she’s grown more self-assured, even if she still has a long way to go.
It’s the fire she had when she confessed she didn’t regret killing Kel. The same one when she told me we need to tell everybody the truth.
It makes me realize Solana’s a lot stronger than anybody knows. In the face of the backlash and scandal we were subjected to, she doesn’t give a damn.
She’s standing ten toes down on our relationship and how she feels without even an ounce of shame to be found.
I might be the older one, but maybe there’s a thing or two I could learn from her the way she’s said she’s learned from me.
I jerk my head toward the truck. “Get in.”
She doesn’t hesitate, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door. I circle around and slide behind the wheel.
Within seconds, I’m shifting gears and slamming the gas, and we’re taking off. The tires screech as we leave the Steel Saloon behind.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Somewhere.”
“Where’s somewhere?” she presses. “Silver, pull over. You’re too angry to drive, and we should talk.”
I suck in a breath through my nose, then do as she suggests. I hook a left down a side road that dead-ends into trees and some houses. The truck lurches as my boot hits the brake, and I switch off the engine.
The silence after is so thick it presses against my skull.
We sit for a couple seconds, breathing hard, the cab filled with tension from the ordeal we both just went through.
I look over at her… and I break. Whatever control I had left or any composure I’d promised myself I’d regain, it snaps like brittle wire.
I grab her hard, yanking her across the console and into my lap before my brain catches up to my hands. She lands with a gasp, thighs splayed over mine. My mouth finds hers, cutting off the sharp, breathless sound and tasting her sweet lips when moments ago I was condemned for doing so.
Fuck if I can help it; fuck if I can resist Solana like I should be able to.
It’s proven to be an impossible task the moment we’re together; the intense feelings we have for each other boiling over in this moment.
Her fingers rake through my hair, pulling and tugging, nails on my scalp. Arousal shoots straight through me and makes my cock twitch against the seam of my jeans.
She kisses me back like she’s been burning for this too—tongue sliding past my lips, licking into my mouth with desperation.
She tastes sweet and spicy like root beer… like the trouble that she is. The kind of sin you don’t come back from.
Not that I’d ever fucking want to. Not anymore.
I drag my palms down her sides, feeling the curves and swells of her body, thumbs pressing hard enough to bruise. She arches into my touch, whimpering against my teeth. Her dress is already riding up, but I need it gone.
I bunch the fabric in my fists and shove it over her hips, baring the plump swell of her ass. Her panties are next as I shred those right off her. One brutish, impatient tug and the cotton fabric’s splitting in two and her damp heat is pressing down against my thigh.
“Silver,” she moans, trembling in my lap.
I kiss up her neck, palming her breasts.
No bra.
Her tits are pert and soft in my grip, nipples already pebbled. I make it back up to her mouth and groan as we kiss even deeper and wilder.
“Off,” she pants, tugging at my belt, fingers clumsy and shaking. “I need—fuck, I need you to—”
“Baby, say less. My cock’s about to fill that little pussy and make you scream.”
I unzip my jeans and whip my hard, throbbing dick out. She instinctively goes to stroke me, her hand sliding up and down my length as her thumb massages the head and spreads droplets of precum.
“Solana,” I growl, biting at her jaw. “You better be ready to take me, baby. I’m not holding back.”
She whimpers as I grip her thighs and then guide myself into her. I’m immediately encased in hot velvet that pulses all around me.
Another groan leaves me as I try to process—and fail—how fucking good she feels. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex.
It’s always so damn mind blowing.
Solana digs her nails into my shoulders and slides herself up and down my cock. I capture her mouth, and we pleasure each other like this.
Me kissing her hard and dragging her down on my big dick. Her whimpering and kissing me back and taking my cock in her little clenching pussy.
Her walls flutter around me, gripping at me, massaging me, and then letting up once we lift her up.
My arousal thickens inside me, pulsing like blood through the rest of my body. Our mouths press together as we kiss some more and then pant for air, foreheads resting against each other.
The truck’s rocking, and the windows are fogging up. We’re both fucking half naked on a public street and yet we couldn’t give less of a damn.
We go harder. We crash against each other as she sinks down on my cock and I fill her pussy ’til she whimpers.
The rest of the world has whited out. Nothing else seems to exist so long as we’re together like this, enjoying each other like it seems we’re meant to.
We switch up the motion with Solana grinding her hips in circles, creating more friction and a new level of pleasure for her sensitive pussy.
She’s so wet and dripping, it’s like swimming inside her essence. It’s like experiencing her in a whole new way, with the knowledge that soon I’ll fill her with my own.
I thrust up to meet her, hands guiding her hips, forcing her to take me deeper and harder.
She cries out, head falling back, throat bared like an offering.
I lean in and bite down—not gentle in the least—sucking a bruise into the curve of her neck while I fuck up into her, each stroke forcing a moan from her lips.
“You feel that?” I growl against her skin, licking the mark I’ve left. “That’s me inside you. That’s where I belong. Fucking say it.”
“You belong inside me,” she gasps, voice cracking. “Oh god… I’m yours, I’m yours—”
I reward her by slipping a hand between us, pressing my thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles in time with my thrusts. Her whole body seizes around me as more pleasure spikes through her. Then she’s riding me faster, chasing her orgasm, taking what she needs.
She’s so close her walls are fluttering away like crazy. Her breath stalls as her eyes find me, glassy and wide.
I hold her gaze while I fuck her through it, thumb relentless on her clit, cock buried to the hilt.
“Come, baby,” I command. “Be my good girl and let me feel this pussy squeezing my cock.”
The cry she lets out is so sharp and sudden it’s as if she’s been holding it in for a long time.
Her orgasm comes with her body arching and nails digging, her pussy clenching around me so tight, I can’t take it a moment longer.
I come only seconds after her, spilling deep inside her hot velvety pussy. My hips jerk up as I empty myself and crush her in my arms.
We’re a damn mess, breathing in ragged puffs and dripping beads of sweat. But as Solana rears back in my lap and we lock eyes, a shared smile comes to our faces.
I kiss her slowly this time, cupping her cheek and letting our lips linger. My thumb traces the soft curve, and the only thought in my head is how fucking lucky I am.
I’m fortunate something as precious as Solana is…
“Mine,” I murmur against her lips. Then I kiss her again, pushing my tongue into her mouth for a flick against hers.
We’re still so swept up in each other that I almost don’t recognize the shift in our surroundings. We’re on a dead-end street, but a motorcycle has turned down the road, pulling up beside us.
The masked rider raises a pistol and my blood runs cold.
“Get down!” I shout, twisting and throwing my arm around her as the first shot shatters the window.