13. Silas
CHAPTER 13
Silas
THREE MONTHS LATER
T hree months, three long-ass months, and still no word from Payton. I’ve called, emailed, sent her letters, and even have gone as far as turning up at her apartment. None of them have brought me any closer to getting my girl.
My phone buzzes with a notification, and my body locks. The past three months, my phone’s been hopping. I set up alerts, so whenever Payton’s name is mentioned, I get notified. Cas has started calling me a stalker, and in a way, I’ve become one. The past three months, Payton has started to date, there’s pictures of her and three different men. Seeing those images made me want to kill someone. I never thought seeing a picture could hurt. But damn, it tore my fucking heart out.
My bedroom door bangs open. “Don’t look at it,” Caston tells me, and I glare at him. “I’m being serious, man, don’t fucking do it.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I swear he’s lost his mind these days. Saya’s gone, and just like Payton and I, she’s not had any contact with him since she left. “Cas?” I ask when I see the worried look in his eyes.
He shakes his head, “Fuck, you’ll kill me if you found out that I knew.”
He’s not making any sense. “What?”
“Payton, she’s in town,” he tells me. My legs start to shake, I lock my knees so that I don’t land on my ass. “I wasn’t going to tell you because, well the past three months have been hell, but then I thought if it were Saya, I’d want to know.”
“Where is she?” I ask as I unlock my phone and check the notification. There’s a picture of her and her girl, Bianca, posing for photos outside one of Seattle’s more exclusive restaurants. Both women look hot as fuck with bright smiles on their faces. The Christmas lights in the city shining brightly behind them only adds to their beauty.
“Please tell me you’re not going to do anything stupid?” Cas pleads with me.
What the hell does he think I’m going to do?
“Ah, good, you’re here.” I turn to see Jack and his brother Harrison standing in the doorway to my room.
Seriously what the fuck is going on?
“We’re going out tonight,” Harrison says, and his tone brokers no arguments. The man is fucking huge, he was a SEAL and looks as though he could snap someone’s neck with just one hand.
We’ve been out with the Cassly brothers a few times; they’re great guys, and we always have a laugh. The men are pussy-whipped to say the least, but then again, if I had what they all had, I would be too. I want what they have.
“What’s going on?” I ask, annoyed that everyone seems to know except me.
“Your girl’s in town, we’re here to stop you doing something fucking stupid,” Harrison says with a grin. “Not tonight anyway. Tomorrow, when you and she are able to think straight, you can talk to her, until then, you’re coming out with us.”
I glance around and see both Jack and Cas pleading at me with their eyes. Since I joined Seattle Silverbacks, Jack has become somewhat of a confidant to Cas and me. The man has it going on, his relationship with his wife, Sarah, is what everyone wants. He knows everything that’s happened between Payton and I and he believes there’s been some wires crossed somewhere. My girl is running scared and hiding from me.
“Fine. But drinks are on you,” I grumble. I’m not in the mood to go out drinking.
Harrison throws his head back and laughs, “Drinks are on Jack. This is his idea.” He slaps Jack on his back.
“Let’s go, I want a fucking drink,” Tate says from behind Harrison, and I watch as Jack’s eyes narrow.
Fucking Tate. He’s not changed in the past three months. I thought after the shit that went down with bitch-face Julie answering my cell that he’d realize just how fucked up he was, but he hasn’t. He’s been sitting his ass on the bench, and he’s angry that he’s not getting a chance in the first team. Well, boo for him, if the fucker realized he was throwing his career away, he’d wise up, but I don’t see that happening.
“Ease up, man, you’re putting Tate to shame, and that’s fucking saying something,” Caston yells in my ear, trying to be heard over the thumping music.
Jack and Harrison called it a night about an hour ago. I really should have left with them, but I didn’t. Instead, I stayed with Tate and Caston, now I’m drunk as a skunk, and Caston’s pissed. I wave him off, as I move toward the exit to get some fresh air.
I push past the people in my way, until something, I mean someone, ahead of me stops me short. I shake my head thinking that I’m imagining things. There’s no way she’s here. The dark-haired beauty stands in front of me, her mouth slack, her eyes wide, and her face is pale. But it’s her. There’s no denying that it’s Payton standing in front of me. Her dress is tight against her beautiful body and barely reaches her thighs, one wrong move and her ass would be on display.
She makes a squeak before she turns on her heel and rushes out of the club. I don’t even think, I’m hot on her tail, needing to see her. Needing to touch her. I can’t believe that she’s this fucking close. God, I’ve thought about this moment for a long time. All I want to do is hold her. It’s been too long since I’ve been able to do that. I want to bury my head into her hair and inhale her scent. I’ve forgotten what she smells like.
When I get outside, I see her walking down the street alone, and that pisses me off. I jog to catch up with her as soon as I’m beside her, I reach out and grab a hold of her arm. It’s as though I’ve been hit with a bolt of lightning, an electrical charge fizzes between us. God, her skin is silky smooth. I pull her toward me and see that she’s crying. Those tears pull at my heart. “Pay, baby,” I whisper as I cup her cheek and wipe away the wet tear.
She sucks in a sharp breath, and her bottom lip quivers. “Si…” God, hearing her voice is like coming home.
“I’ve fucking missed you, baby.” I rest my forehead against hers and breathe in her scent. Cherries. My girl hasn’t changed. She loves her cherry body wash. “I’m not sure what’s happened, but I can honestly say you’ve got your wires crossed.”
Pain slashes through her eyes, and instantly my gut tightens. “I don’t think so. I saw you, Silas. You had your hands on that girl. I came to surprise you and fuck, I was the one that ended up getting surprised. It was some birthday gift.”
Shit, Dahlia told me what she saw, but it wasn’t as it seems, I need her to see that. “Baby…”
“Stop!” she snaps. “Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby anymore, Silas. I haven’t been in a very long time. You threw me away.” Her words are telling me one thing, but her body is telling me something completely different. Her hands are fisting my shirt with a tight grip, her body pressed against mine. She wants me even though she’s angry.
“I didn’t fucking throw you away. What you saw wasn’t what it seemed. Had you stayed, you’d have seen me push her away. I never fucking cheated on you.” Hearing her words piss me off. “You threw us away, you have for the past three years. Every single attempt I’ve made to talk or see you, you’ve denied. Instead, I’ve had to watch you parade around with other men.”
She gasps, “Me? What about you? Hmm, do you think I’m blind? That I haven’t seen or heard the stories. One of Seattle’s biggest playboys. Silas, don’t bullshit me. Unlike you, I can say that I was faithful. I’ve always been faithful to you. Don’t tell me that I was the one to throw us away. I would have given you the world.” Tears are streaming down her face, and all I can think of is how fucking gorgeous she is. Seeing her show me her anger is a beautiful thing. I need to make her angrier more often.
Glancing around, I see there’s a dark alley so I pull her into it with me and push her against the wall, crashing my body against hers. “For the love of fucking God, Payton. You are mine. You always have been and always will be.” I slam my lips down on hers and kiss her.
At first, she stands stiffly against me, but as soon as my tongue parts her lips and touches hers, she comes alive. Her arm comes around my neck and she fists my hair, pulling my lips further toward hers. Nothing is better than this.
It’s as though a blind haze comes over me, all I can think about is her being in my arms again. The need to have her is paramount. My fingers skim the hem of her dress, and I move up toward her panties. I’m stunned when my fingers come in direct contact with her pussy. I pull my mouth away from hers. “No panties?”
She bites her lip as she shakes her head. “I couldn’t, not with this dress.”
“Damn, baby,” I murmur, then attack her mouth once again as I fumble with my belt. As soon as I unzip my pants and free my cock, I’m lifting her up. Her hands move to my shoulders where she holds on for dear life and wraps her legs around my waist. I pull her onto my cock and push into her in one move.
“Silas!” she screams as I thrust in and out of her.
“Sorry, baby, this isn’t going to last very long.” I apologize, it’s been too fucking long.
“Please, Silas,” she begs while her pussy contracts around my cock as I continue to thrust into her.
I’ve lost all sense of control. The only thing I can think of is fucking her, making up for lost time. It’s been way too long since I’ve held her in my arms, since I’ve been inside of her. It’s like coming home.
“Pay,” I groan as I keep up the relentless pace.
“I need to come,” she gasps, her lips against my ear.
“Not yet,” I tell her. I’m close, this time, I need us to come together.
“Please, Si,” she begs as her pussy contracts around me again.
“Fuck!” I snarl. I fuck her harder, the tingling begins, and my balls tighten. “Now, fucking come now,” I demand, and she does. Spectacularly. Her scream rents through the air until I silence it with my mouth, I thrust into her again and spill my cum inside of her.
I hold her up as we both recover. “Missed you, baby,” I whisper, placing a soft kiss against her lips.
She smiles, “I missed you too.” She looks at me with so much love that it makes my heart fucking hurt. God, how the hell did I get so lucky with this woman? “Please don’t hurt me again,” she pleads softly.
“I won’t,” I promise her and I have no intention of doing so.
“Yo, Si, where you at, man?” I hear Cas’ voice, and I groan. Fucking cock-blocker.
I pull out of her, and she winces. I quickly tuck myself in, and just in the nick of time. Cas strolls around the corner. I pull her so that she’s hidden from view. “Come on, baby, I’ll take you home.”
She opens her mouth to protest, so I slam my lips against hers. “Home, baby,” I growl as my cock starts to harden again. “I’ll just drop you off at the door, and I’ll be back in the morning.” I swallow hard at the fear I see in her eyes. “I love you.” I have to tell her, I have to let her know.
I pull her with me as we walk toward Caston. The fucker is glaring at me as though I’ve done something wrong. “Jesus Christ. What the fuck, man? Again? I thought you stopped this shit?” He snarls, and it takes everything in me not to punch him. “Seriously?” He grouses when he realizes that someone’s with me.
“What the fuck?” I growl, Payton tenses behind me. She’s still hidden from his view.
“You and your random women. When the fuck are you going to stop screwing them?” He shakes his head. “Shit.” He scrubs his head when Payton comes into view.
“Um, hi,” she says softly with a beautiful smile. She tries to pull her hand away from mine. “Silas, I need to call my friend,” she tells me, and this time, I let go of her hand when she tugs.
“The damn alley?” Caston raises a brow.
I shrug. “She was leaving.” It’s my only explanation. I couldn’t let her go again.
“Now you have to make sure you hold onto her. I love Saya, there’s no one else for me. But I’m not blind. Payton is gorgeous, but she’s also insecure. The groupies will pounce on that, not to mention her line of work, she’s going to have a lot of male attention. Can you handle that?”
Fuck, he’s right. Those groupies are ruthless, their only dream is to marry a player. Tomorrow, we’ll sort everything out. Tonight, I’m basking in the fact that I’ve got my girl back.