13. Mila
13
MILA
I should have suggested he call a ride for me to get back to the motel.
And I probably would have, if he didn’t look like someone had just murdered his beloved pet. Whatever the call had been about, it was enough to change the mood between us drastically, quickly, and I didn’t know how to handle that. I was awkward when it came to emotions, but more particularly when it came to negative emotions.
So I didn’t protest much when, after that call from his brother, he quickly packed up our picnic and all but shoved me in the car.
Then we were off, heading back to his hotel .
“Why are you staying at a hotel?” I asked when he pulled up to the front.
“’Cause we need a place to stay while we’re here visiting.”
“You don’t live here?” I asked.
Before he could answer me, the door to my car opened. A boy about my age standing there somewhat awkwardly. He looked at me expectantly, and I was left with no choice but to get out.
Silas suddenly appeared at my side. I shot him a look, trying to keep from showing too much on my face. He moved like a ghost.
He wrapped his arm around me and led us to the front door. “No, I don’t,” he said.
It took me a moment to realize he was answering my question. “Then where do you live?”
A strange look crossed over his eyes. “Chicago, now.”
“Now?”
“We just moved back from Vegas.”
I blinked. He told me he was from Chicago, but I didn’t think he lived there anymore. It was a coincidence. Only, I didn’t know why my heart was suddenly pounding so fiercely in my chest.
I dug in my heels when he opened the front door to the luxurious hotel for me.
He frowned. “I don’t have time to prepare you, angel. I have to get upstairs.”
“I don’t have to come with you. I can catch a ride home.”
He shook his head. “No need. This meeting won’t be long, and I’ll drive you back, okay?”
I bit my bottom lip, indecision making me stutter. Silas took advantage of that and ushered me in.
I took in the opulent space before me. Everything was so… pretentious . It was the perfect representation of wealth, as I was sure those were the kind of people who could actually afford a night here.
Silas didn’t let me linger. We got to the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse suite. Jesus, but just how much money did the brothers have?
I shook my head. I probably didn’t want to know the answer to that question.
“Okay?” Silas asked, eyeing me through the reflection of the elevator doors.
I nodded.
He still had his arm around me, and standing side by side in the mirror, the contrast between us was just so… noticeable.
I was of average height, but he made me look petite.
I turned my head away from our reflection and into his shirt. He had no boundaries for personal space, so I doubted he would mind me getting closer. And judging by the way his arm tightened around me, I’d say he didn’t.
“Do your brothers know you’re bringing me?”
“Nope,” he answered, making the ‘p’ pop in the word.
“And what do you think they’ll say to that?”
He shrugged. “Don’t care. All that matters is you’re here with me, got it?”
I didn’t answer him. Not for the first time, I wished I had fought harder to get home on my own. I didn’t belong in this hotel, and I certainly didn’t belong in this man’s arms.
Club life was rough, and it showed, from the weary lines on my face to my pale skin, lifeless hair, and tired body. I was everything that Silas was not. And I had never been so uncomfortable in my life.
I jumped when the doors opened with a ding . Silas shot me a look that I ignored.
He grabbed hold of my hand and led me to the door of the suite.
We walked into bright light from the open window, showing an impressive view of the busy city.
“Finally. I don’t know how long I can hold off on the meeting with the Cadorna…” Maverick’s voice trailed off when he realized Silas wasn’t alone. He took me in, his eyes making a slow perusal up and down my body before they narrowed.
If Silas was big, Maverick was massive. I had almost forgotten just how massive, but now that I was standing in front of him, he looked at me like a bug he could easily squish. I swallowed and took half a step back. Maverick noticed the move right away, and I froze.
Silas ignored Maverick's expression and walked farther into the room. “I’m here now. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“Silas.”
That one word coming from Maverick held so much weight and power in it, I almost apologized to him on Silas’ behalf. Fuck, but how could one man demand so much attention in the room simply by being in it? At least the other brother wasn’t here. The scowly, moody one. I might just lose it if I had to stare into his dark-brown eyes filled with what seemed a hell of a lot like hate.
Silas didn’t seem affected by Maverick. He walked to one of the many doors in the suite and opened it. I realized it was probably his room.
“Stay here while I take care of business, okay?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Silas chucked my chin affectionately, and gently shoved me inside the room, shutting the door.
My heart was racing in my chest. What if my judgment was off? Or, worse, what if it was right, and Silas and his brothers were exactly the kind of men I made them out to be—dangerous and bad for me? And I’d willingly went into the hotel room with them.
Sweat gathered on my forehead.
I moved to the door and tried it.
Locked.
Fuck.
Calm down, calm down, calm down.
It wasn’t working.
I wasn’t calm. Why would he lock the door? I couldn’t even hear anything outside from the door. Where the fuck was Silas? Why did he lock the door?
Why the hell would he lock the door?
I moved to the bed and sat down, trying to get my heart to come back down to its normal rate. Maybe he just didn’t want me to leave. Locking the door was a little excessive, sure, but Silas was?—
Fuck, I didn’t know what kind of man he was. I didn’t know him, and I stupidly got into the car with him and let him take me back to this luxurious hotel.
All because he made me feel like a fucking teenager experiencing a crush for the first time. He made me feel normal in my feelings and experiences, and I wanted to feel that way again.
That was why I got into his car.
I shook my head.
I didn’t know how long I was locked in the room.
An hour, maybe, but then the doorknob turned, and I stood from my spot on the bed. The door opened, revealing Silas’ frame.
I walked up and hit him on the chest. “What the hell ?”
He grabbed my wrists in both hands, frowning slightly. “Ow, angel. What was that for?”
I scoffed. As if he expected me to believe I actually hurt him. “Why the hell did you lock me in the room?”
“Ah. Sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t have you running about the hotel room. Who knows what you might see or run into?”
What a load of bull. “Are there a lot of things in this hotel room that I’m not supposed to see?”
He shrugged, infuriating me.
“Silas, be serious. I thought you were going to keep me locked up in here for good.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?” he asked. I couldn’t tell if he was serious or not.
“Yes,” I answered. “Now, take me home.”
I tried to move past him and out the door, but he stayed there like a bull, blocking my path. I glared up at him. He looked back at me with impassive eyes.
“I’m sorry I scared you, angel.”
He sounded sincere, but there was something dark about his voice, and I couldn’t tell what it was. I didn’t say anything.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and walked us farther into the room. My hands automatically moved to his shoulders, clutching the hard muscles there.
“Silas.” All it took was for him to be close, and already my voice took on a note of compliance. I shook my head in disgust. This was pathetic. I was pathetic. I blamed this on my inexperience.
Had I had more experience with these kinds of things, I wouldn’t be such a fool when it came to him. He came to a stop by his bed and took a seat with me on his lap. I shifted.
“You need to take me home.”
“I will,” he murmured, his lips moving to my ear. My grip on his shoulders tightened when he took my earlobe between his lips, sucking slightly. I let out a small gasp.
Hell, why was this affecting me so much?
“Let me make up for scaring you first.”
His words barely registered before I felt him tighten his hold as he shifted me on his lap, bringing us back to the same position we had been in at the picnic table. Like this, I could feel everything .
I closed my eyes when he started to rotate my hips with his hands, aligning us in the best way possible.
“Hell,” I breathed out. His soft, seductive chuckle rang in my ear before he moved me faster, harder, grinding me down on his hard cock.
Even with my limited knowledge of male anatomy, I knew he was large—hell. The thought both terrified and intrigued me.
It wasn’t like I was going to do anything about it. I was still thinking about leaving New Orleans, and they had to return to Chicago. I was not going to follow them there. Not when I had just gotten out.
But looking at Silas, I couldn’t remember why being like this with him was such a bad idea. I could start a small fling with a man who knew what he was doing. Who I obviously had insane chemistry with. Perhaps this was why fate had me come to New Orleans. It put me directly in his path.
“You’re getting distracted,” Silas said darkly, his lips latching onto my neck.
I closed my eyes and ground my hips against him without his prompting.
“I’m obviously not doing a very good job if you find yourself drifting off in your head,” he whispered, sucking on my skin.
Hell, if he tried any harder, I might just self-combust.
“Silas,” I moaned. He sucked on the skin harder, his hands leaving my hips and moving up to my breasts. I arched my back and brought more of myself into his palm.
It felt so good.
So good.
I didn’t want it to end, but I was begging for it. I wanted him to take me there.
“Silas.”
“What do you want, angel?” he asked, finally taking his lips away from my neck. There was a good chance he might have left his mark there.
“Please,” I begged.
“Tell me,” he said, his voice low. The rumble of it might just be enough to get me there.
“Let me come.”
He smiled, a pleased look coming over his eyes. “And how do you want me to do that?”
My cheeks flamed. Did he really want me to say it out loud? I looked up at his smiling eyes. Hell. Of course he did.
But right now, my need to be pushed over the edge far surpassed my embarrassment.
“Please touch me. Make me come. Play with my clit.”
He let out a sharp hiss of breath, and I didn’t think it was possible, but it seemed like it had gotten bigger. My eyes rounded in surprise, and he let out a choked laugh, sounding a lot like he was in pain.
He tugged on my shorts, pulling the fabric up until it rubbed up against me roughly. I groaned loudly, shifting my position and trying to lessen the pressure, but he only followed me.
“Are you wearing anything underneath these shorts?”
“Of course I am!” I cried, shifting upwards.
“What a shame,” he said mildly.
Before I could ask him why that was, he had his hand shoved down my shorts and panties, cupping me bare. He let out a low growl when he found me wet and wanting.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he moved his hand. I bit my lip to keep from making any sound. I didn’t hear his brothers, but that didn’t mean we were alone in the hotel suite. The last thing I wanted was for one of them to hear me… right?
I could feel myself gushing at the thought. Why was the image so hot? I hadn’t thought that was me, but I had to admit, all three brothers had won the genetic lottery. They were incredibly sexy men, and there was just something about the dangerous vibe they gave out that made me want to run away and get closer to them. And I barely knew Silas. I didn’t owe him any loyalty, even in thought.
His fingers moved back and forth over my slit before he found my entrance. Two fingers pushed inside, and I held my breath, trying to get used to the intrusion.
“Fuck, baby, but how are you so tight?” He pumped his fingers a few times, and the action was almost too much. I clenched around him, moving up on my knees in front of him to relieve the pressure. He followed me, not giving me time to get used to him before he was fucking me.
A sob burst free. I was just feeling too much. There was too much and… and…
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
How did he expect me to take it?
“Please,” I whimpered.
“That’s right, baby girl. Fuck, but do you know how sexy you are like this? Taking it all in. You were made just for me, weren’t you? So fucking perfect, I can scarcely breathe.”
Perfect?
I ignored the way his words made me feel. He was probably saying that in the heat of the moment. My nails dug into his skin when he moved faster.
I needed… Fuck, I didn’t know what I needed.
Just…
Movement from the doorway caught my attention. I turned to see Maverick standing there, his arms crossed, as he watched Silas pleasure me. His ocean-blue eyes were dark with hunger and desire, and the huge bulge tenting under his pants was so obscene, so… sexy. I didn’t know what to do.
I should have said something. Told Silas his brother was there, watching us, and that perhaps he should stop.
Instead, I found myself getting more aroused. This… this wasn’t normal, or right.
Another moan escaped my lips when Silas pulled his finger out and focused intently on my clit.
He leaned down until his lips were near my ear once more.
“Do you like that? Does it turn you on to see my brother watching me pleasure you?”
I gasped. I didn’t even know he’d noticed Maverick. Probably before me. And he wasn’t stopping, nor was he acting possessive of me. It shouldn’t bother me. I didn’t owe Silas my loyalty, so why would he be possessive of me? We were nothing more than a quick fling before we each went our separate ways.
So why was it bothering me so much?
Bothered me, and turned me on.
I dug my nails deeper into his skin, wanting to hurt him. The pain seemed to only spur him on.
“That’s right, angel. I want you to watch my brother. Don’t look away.”
I did as he commanded and kept my eyes on Maverick.
Maverick licked his lips, keeping his gaze on me.
“Remember what I said earlier?”
I frowned. He’d said a lot of things earlier.
“Remember how I told you how close my brothers and I were?”
I nodded slightly, trying to keep focus, especially now that Silas had driven his fingers back inside me, fucking me at a steady pace.
He leaned up and kissed my temple before he poked his tongue out and licked the side of my face. Goose bumps rose on my skin, and my entire being felt like it was being electrocuted, every nerve ending sensitive.
“How we like to share ,” he said softly against me.
Fuck me. Was this what he meant? Did they all share a woman?
The thought was too much for my mind to conjure, but the fact that Silas was touching me while Maverick watched… fuck.
“Come, baby,” Silas gritted out. He quickened his movement, moving faster, rougher than before.
I fell, my eyes on Maverick the entire time.
I didn’t think I had ever come so hard in my life before, my entire body convulsing so hard, to the point where I didn’t know what to do with myself.
I leaned down and bit Silas’ shoulder when it all became too much. Silas kept his fingers moving in a steady rhythm, drawing out the orgasm.
It wasn’t until I finally came down and regained some of my composure that I opened my eyes. But by then, Maverick was gone, and it was only Silas and I left in the room.
I couldn’t help but feel… disappointed. I wasn’t sure what I expected would happen after. Perhaps this was for the best. I wouldn’t know how to handle the brothers together.
Silas pulled out of me, but kept his hand cupping my pussy, holding it still. I shivered from the sensation. He smiled and lazily slid his fingers over my slit from side to side. I squirmed, trying to pull his hand out, still feeling so sensitive. He retaliated by pinching my clit.
“Be a good girl and take what I give you.”
I let out a small breath of relief when he released me, which was short-lived—he went back to playing with the lips of my pussy.
I came once more, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from making any noise. This orgasm was much smaller and less intense than the previous one, but no less earth-shattering.
He shot me a knowing look before bringing his finger up to his mouth and sucking on it.
I blushed, looking away, but not before I caught the amusement glinting in his dark eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he said, once he was done. He pressed a gentle kiss on my lips. “Maverick probably went back to his room to jerk himself off. I bet you he’s never come so hard before in his life.”
I looked away from him, not knowing what to say to that, or how to react. Silas was just too free with his words. And actions. Never had I met a man as confident as him.
He laughed and cupped my chin, bringing my eyes up to his. “Even when you’re shy, you still manage to grip me by my balls.”
Right.
Speaking of?—
I shifted a little and felt him pressed against me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I should help him, right? That seemed fair. And it wouldn’t be any hardship. I wanted to do this for him, only I didn’t know how to go about asking him to let me.
Just the thought of speaking the words out loud felt impossible. So I didn’t. Instead, I climbed off his lap and onto the bed. He shot a questioning look my way, as I reached over for his belt buckle.
He didn’t stop me. Only watched me with those dark eyes of his. My hands shook as I unbuttoned his jeans, and I hoped he didn’t notice.
He let out a sharp hiss when I pulled the zipper down. He shifted up and helped me pull his jeans and boxer briefs off. Lying on the bed, he said, “Take them off all the way, angel.”
I swallowed and stood on the bed, taking him in.
He was exactly as I’d thought. Impressively big.
“You take your shirt off first,” I said, feigning bravery. God, but how badly I wanted to see him naked. To find out if he had more tattoos than those little butterflies I’d caught a glimpse of on his arm.
He smirked and effortlessly pulled off his shirt.
Wow.
He was even more beautiful than I imagined. Toned and muscular, which wasn’t all that surprising, considering I had felt him pressed against me before. He was like a sculpture.
His tan skin was covered in tattoos, from the black-and-white phoenix that took up the left side of his chest and down his rib, to the royal flush cards on his other side, an eye peeking through a hole ripped in the middle of the cards.
His butterfly tattoos were delicate, which was surprising because there was nothing delicate about this man. His bicep flexed when he noticed my eyes on the black tribal art there.
He let one eyebrow raise as he looked at me challengingly. I tilted my chin up, and his smile widened as I pulled the jeans and boxer briefs off him.
“Hell, angel. Don’t just look at it like that or I’m going to fucking come before you even touch me.”
I smiled a little at the growly tone in his voice. Climbing back on the bed, I sat by his side, wondering what I should do. A hand job? Or should I take him into my mouth?
I’d always thought a blow job was disgusting, but looking at Silas… disgust was the last thing on my mind. My mouth watered just thinking about it.
“Fuck. Baby, do something or— fuck .”
The word seemed to be wrenched out of him when I bent down and took him in my mouth. He didn’t exactly taste like anything, but the feel of him… I was getting wet again. His hand moved down and he cupped the back of my head, holding me there as I sucked more of him into my mouth.
The position was awkward, and there were a few times when I was unsure if I was doing it right, but the noises Silas was making took all that away. Even in the short time I’d known him, I’d learned he wasn’t a man given to theatrics.
I swirled my tongue around his tip, going on instinct and what felt right. His grip on my head tightening told me he liked that, so I did it again.
“Fuck me, Mila, but this mouth of yours…”
I hummed as he trailed off.
Wetness hit my tongue. He was close. So close. I looked over at him and met his eyes as I sucked harder, gently running my teeth over his length. He pulled on my hair. “Not with your teeth, brat .”
I laughed around him, and he let out a low groan. Probably the sexiest sound I’d ever heard him make.
He pushed into me deeper until the tip hit the back of my throat and I made a small gagging noise. Saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and I wrapped my fist over his base. He was just so big… so thick.
My inexperience seemed to work against me, making me feel a fluttering of insecurity. Silas must have known where my thoughts were heading because he cupped my cheek gently until I looked him in the eyes.
“Fuck, you’ll be the death of me, I just know it.”
His words had the intended effect, and I found myself growing confident. I brought him deeper into my mouth, letting him fuck me harder, faster, until I wasn’t sure if I could keep this up any longer. My jaw was starting to hurt. Not that I would tell him.
I wanted to see him lose control.
“ Fuck. Baby, I'm going to come.”
I hummed my affirmative, and he released a long string of expletives.
His grip on my hair tightened to the point of pain. I took him deeper in my mouth. He lost it in a shout, his cum shooting out, the salty taste hitting my tongue was both strange and arousing. I tried to swallow as much of him as I could take. Even still, I felt some of it drip out of my mouth.
He sat up and pulled out of me after he finished, helping me up and setting me on his lap once more. I let out a small shudder when my thigh touched his. He was just so warm and big. I was sure a man like him had never been afraid of anything for even a day in his life.
I was just so sick of being scared all the time. But in his arms, I felt almost invincible.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. His tan skin was flushed red, his dark eyes soft, and for once, he didn’t look like the cocky playboy who walked into the restaurant I was working at. He just looked… human.
Warm.
Like someone who could belong to someone.
Who could belong to me.
What a dangerous thought path to go down. I blinked and pulled back a little. He cupped my cheek and ran his thumb over my mouth.
“Fuck me, but this mouth of yours is a dangerous thing. You’re one dangerous woman.”
I smiled slightly. He thought I was dangerous? He clearly hadn’t taken a good look in the mirror. He and his brothers were the definition of danger. Oh, but how alluring this danger seemed to be.
I should be running the other way. After all, I had been surrounded by dangerous men my entire life, but this level of danger felt different. I didn’t want to run away. I wanted to get closer. I wanted to control it and own it for myself.
“I should probably go,” I said.
I didn’t miss the disappointment I saw in his eyes. A small reaction, I admitted, but it made me feel significant for the first time in my life, nonetheless.
“Let me drive you.”
I opened my mouth to answer when his phone beeped once more. He gently moved me off his lap and back onto the bed before getting up and shifting through the pocket of his jeans for the phone. He pulled it out and frowned.
“Just call a ride for me,” I said, already knowing he would leave.
He looked like he wanted to refuse, but I stood. “I’m not staying locked in this room again for who knows how long.”
I crossed my arms and glared at him. If he was intimidated by me, he was doing a lousy job showing it. In fact, I thought I saw his lips twitch. I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Then let me call for a car for you.”
“You should have done that before.”
“And missed out on the experience of having your mouth around me? Fuck, no. It was like heaven and I don’t fucking regret locking you up in here. In fact, I’m fucking tempted to just kidnap you.”
“Don’t joke about things like that. It’s not funny.”
He made a small noncommittal noise in the back of his throat but didn’t answer me. Turning around and showing me his entire back, he picked up his clothes from the floor. I was right. The phoenix tattoo reached down to a part of his back.
And then my eyes moved down, and I was no longer thinking about the tattoo. Fuck, he had a great ass.
My breath caught.
I didn’t think I was an ass woman, but apparently I was when it came to Silas?—
I frowned. “What is your last name?”
He pulled on the last of his clothing, covering up his perfect body, and turned to me. “What was that?”
“I realized I don’t even know your last name.”
He stepped closer, his tall frame towering over me. It looked like he was trying to intimidate me. I held my ground.
After a beat of us staring at each other, he tapped my nose with his index finger playfully and said, “If you want to know my last name, you’re going to have to earn it, angel.”
I shoved at his chest and walked around him. “Call for the car. I’ll show myself out, asshole .”
His answering chuckle was the last thing I heard before I closed the hotel room behind me.