Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
brOOKE
I wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows and the weight of an arm thrown lazily over my waist. I feel a little disoriented, so I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, cataloging the evidence—his steady breathing against my neck, his thigh tucked between mine like he belongs there, the faint ache in my body that makes heat curl low in my stomach.
Vegas.
Silver dress.
The High Roller.
A wedding chapel and the ring on my finger.
The man next to me.
My husband.
Silas.
The panic starts to rise as I think about the implications of what we did. I try to ground myself before a full-blown panic attack takes over.
Pulling in a slow, deliberate breath, I begin.
I can see five different colors in the painting above the couch—soft blues, a muted green, a streak of gold I hadn’t noticed before, cream, and charcoal.
Four. The feel of the sheets against my naked skin. Silas’s leg draped over mine. My lips puffy from kissing last night. The delicious soreness between my legs from multiple orgasms.
Three. People closing doors in the hallway. The hum of the air conditioner. The sound of Silas breathing.
I inhale again. Deeper this time. The tightness in my chest eases, just a little.
Silas shifts beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. I turn my head, and when he opens his eyes, he smiles—slow and unguarded, like he was already awake and just waiting for me.
Two. The smell of sex still lingers in the air and the fading smell of Silas’s cologne.
“Hi,” he says, voice gravely from sleep. He takes my hand and places it on his heart.
One heartbeat. It’s not something I can taste, but it grounds me nonetheless.
“Hi,” I say, quietly. The panic dissipates the longer I look into his eyes.
“You okay?” He leans up onto his elbow, and the hand that was resting on my waist moves up to my face, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.
The gesture is so sweet it almost makes me want to cry.
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Fine?” He shakes his head. “No, talk to me.” He studies my face like he can see inside my soul. “You’re freaking out about last night?”
I try to sit up, but he pulls me down and leans over me.
“I’m just processing.” I try to look away, but he cups my jaw, keeping my gaze on him.
“Makes sense. Getting married is pretty life-altering.”
“I can’t believe we were so reckless last night,” I say, covering my eyes with my hands.
“Going bare might have been wild, but—” he starts.
I drop my hands, panic crashing in all at once. “I’m talking about getting married. I’ve never done anything against the rules. Out of order. I keep waiting to wake up and find out this was all just some crazy dream.”
Silas reaches for me, gently pulling my hands into his. His mouth curves into that easy, maddening smile.
“If it is,” he says softly, “don’t wake me up.”
He laces his fingers through mine, grounding me, and the ring on my hand catches the sunlight, flashing like it’s proud of itself.
“Silas,” I whisper, “everyone is going to lose their minds.” I suck in a breath. “My brother is going to be so upset—and he might actually kill you.” I gasp as another thought hits. “My dad …” My eyes sting.
“Brooke, baby”—his voice stays steady, calm in a way that almost makes me more emotional—“it’ll be okay. I’ll talk to your dad and your brother. They know me. And they know I won’t hurt you.”
He presses a kiss to my cheek, warm and reassuring.
“There will be no talking to anyone,” I blurt. “We have to go get an annulment.”
I start to sit up, already spiraling, but he brackets me in with his arms.
“We’re not gonna do that.” He hovers over me and starts to pepper kisses on my cheeks, then moves to my lips.
“No?” I swear this man has the ability to make me lose all sense.
“Nah. First, I’m gonna kiss every inch of you, all the way down to that sweet pussy. Then you’re gonna hop on and ride your husband until you come. And when you’ve taken all that you need from me, we’ll go downstairs and meet our friends for breakfast before we get on the plane and go home.”
“Silas…” I barely get out his name as he begins kissing my neck, sucking hard on a spot right below my ear, making me hiss.
Then he licks the sting with his tongue and continues down to my breasts. His palms cup my breasts in his hands. Then he circles one of my nipples with his tongue and pinches it with his thumb and forefinger. His other hand wanders down my stomach to my center.
“How can you be so calm about this?” I ask. “You have so much going on. I’m just starting school. I just turned nineteen, for fuck’s sake. How would we even stay married?”
“Because we’re both consenting adults.”
He kisses the inside of my thigh, slow and deliberate, like he knows exactly what it does to me.
“Because while I may have a wild reputation,” he continues, his mouth curving with quiet confidence, “I happen to be a catch. Handsome. Generous. Fully capable of taking care of my woman for as long as the earth keeps spinning.”
He nips my skin lightly, just enough to make me gasp.
“And because you’re allowed to start making decisions based on what feels right for you—not what looks right to everyone else.” His thumb traces a calming line along my leg as he looks up at me. “So, tell me, Brooke, does this feel good to you?”
When his middle finger slides in between my lips, I can’t help the moan that slips out of my mouth. The brush of his finger against my clit makes me circle my hips, looking for more.
“Yes. It feels … unbelievable.”
“Stay with me, baby.”
He continues down my body until he meets his finger and sucks my clit into his mouth. His finger enters me while he continues to suck. I thrust my hips up again, but it’s not enough. I want more.
I grab his head and pull on his hair, forcing him to look up at me. “Silas, I want you to, uh …” I stutter because I’m almost embarrassed to say this out loud.
“Tell me what you want.” He turns his head and kisses the inside of my thigh.
“I want you inside me,” I all but whisper, my face no doubt turning red. My confidence from last night is dimmer in the bright Vegas sunshine.
“Anything you want, it’s yours.” He moves his body beside mine.
“Okay, so then …” I gesture to my vagina.
He drops his head back and laughs. “You are the cutest fucking thing in the world.”
He shifts his body and takes hold of my waist, and the next thing I know, I’m straddling him.
“I want you to ride me.” He slides his fingers up my torso and grabs my breasts in his hands.
I swallow down my nerves because I’ve never been so exposed, and I’m not sure I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m starting to understand that maybe Eli and I had a pretty bland sex life. I mean, I suspected it, but I didn’t really know.
I clear my throat and try to form a coherent thought before I blurt out how inexperienced I am in all this. Again. “I’m not really sure what to do.”
“Cupcake, I’ve seen you on a mechanical bull, and I saw you move those hips last night. You know what to do.” He rocks his thick erection, and it parts my folds, the head of his cock hitting my clit.
I shake my head just a little. “Okay, but I want you to feel good too.”
“Oh, baby, I’m dying for this. Now sit that pretty pussy on my cock.” He circles my hips for me over him. “Lift up and take my dick in your hand, then feed it into your pussy, nice and slow.”
I mean … I might just come from him talking to me. Jesus, the mouth on him.
But I’m a pleaser, so I do what I was told and take his dick in my hand and position him at my opening.
“That’s it, baby,” he groans.
I sink down on him and brace my hands on his chest. I take in our skin and how plain I am compared to him. The ink on his body tells a story. And I want to know all of them.
He’s just so pretty; it almost hurts to look at him.
“You’re so tight. You’ve gotta start moving, or I might blow with you just sitting on me, staring at me with those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
I smile at the compliment and lean down to kiss him, bracing one of my hands on the mattress. He tilts my head with his hand and deepens the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. Our tongues tangle, and my hips start to move on their own.
Up.
Down.
The friction of our bodies moving together feels so good; I almost can’t bear it. I break the kiss to catch my breath as the tension builds. “Silas,” I moan.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He stops moving his hips, but holds on gently to my waist.
I sit up and put my hands on his chest again, and we hold eye contact while I roll my hips slowly. “Why are you stopping?”
He doesn’t answer, but he skims my body with his fingertips, making me shiver. The way he’s touching me, along with the rock-hard cock inside me, tells me he’s enjoying this. And when he smirks at me in that stupid-sexy way of his, I know this is a challenge.
“Don’t you dare stop, Silas. Move with me.”
“Come here,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me down to him. “I want you to own this. Own the way this makes you feel.”
With the way he’s holding me, our chests are touching, and the brush of his skin against my nipples is heightening everything. I bring my arms up on either side of his neck and hold his head in my hands as I rock.
He takes the back of my head in his palm and brings my face down to his, searing me with his kiss.
I’m so lost in our kiss, the way he feels inside of me, that I barely notice when he releases my head and grabs hold of my hips, taking control. He’s so deep, and our gazes hold as I edge closer to my orgasm.
“Do you feel what you’re doing to me? I can’t get deep enough.”
Sweat starts to dampen my skin as we move faster and faster. I can barely catch my breath when I come so hard that I practically forget my own name.
“Silas,” I pant.
“Fuck, Brooke. I can feel you pulsing around my cock.” He pushes up into me as I come, and then he holds my hips in place as he comes.
I pretty much collapse on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me, stroking up and down my back.
“I’m just sayin’, married sex is pretty fucking awesome,” he rumbles under me.
I smile, and even though it was my idea to get married, I have to face my brother soon, then my dad, and I have no idea how I’m going to explain this. Not to mention, Silas and I still need to figure out what this is.