16. Silas
16
SILAS
I woke up with her in my arms.
Something about holding her like this all night felt so fucking right.
There was no other way around it.
It was as if she was made for me.
The more I got to know Mila, the harder it would be for her to escape me—downright impossible at this point—because there was no way I would ever let her go without a fight.
I had one arm thrown over her middle while my other hand was still cupping her sweet pussy since last night.
Despite our position, all we did was sleep. Aside from copping a feel, I had been a fucking good boy. That should earn me a fucking medal.
Especially since she was warm and soft and everything I hadn’t realized was possible. I’d had sex with women before, by myself and with my brothers, but I had never fallen asleep with any of them. Killian’s past, plus who we were, didn’t allow me to trust any of them not to stab me in my sleep.
I inexplicably trusted Mila, not just because she didn’t know who I was but also because there was something about Mila that made me want to trust her. It would either be a very stupid decision or the best one in my life.
She muttered something in her sleep, wiggling that sweet ass of hers against me, doing nothing to help with my morning wood.
I gritted my teeth to keep from coming in my boxers. Fuck me, but how could she make me feel so out of control without even being awake?
I tightened my grip on her pussy before sliding my fingers softly from side to side on her lips. She let out a small whimper in her sleep, her hips grinding down. She might not be aware of it, but her body knew me.
Mila was as closed off as she was cynical, but what she couldn’t tell me with words, her body openly did.
I was going to make Mila Hayes fall in love with me.
The thought spurred me on, and I quickened my movements until those sweet whimpers of hers turned into a breathy moan. I gritted my teeth together, feeling so close to losing control. It would take no effort on her part to push me right over.
I slid her panties down her legs.
She had gone to bed last night in nothing more than an oversized T-shirt and her panties, and as much as I would have preferred she went to bed naked, this was a close second. It made things easier. I used my foot to help glide her panties the rest of the way down, lost somewhere in the covers, before I moved back and cupped her bare pussy.
Hell.
She was wet.
Even in sleep, her body recognized mine. My other hand moved down to the hem of her shirt, and back up again, underneath it, running my calloused fingers over her soft skin and cupping her tit. I plucked at her nipple while letting my fingers run over her slit, taking in her wetness.
Her body grew taut against me as the sweet sounds of her breathy moan filled the air, getting louder and louder.
I knew the moment she woke up.
She tensed, her head tilting back slightly, confusion and lust in those fascinating blue-green siren eyes. I flicked her clit and the confusion cleared, giving way to her desires.
“Fuck, Silas,” she breathed.
I smiled, rubbing my fingers in rough circles over the swollen bud. “Does this feel good, baby?”
She bit her bottom lip and nodded with a whimper.
“That’s right, baby. Why don’t you come for me? I want the first orgasm of the day to belong to me. So come for me.”
With her skin flushed and her eyes shiny with emotion, she threw her head back and came for me.
I kept up the movements of my fingers on her clit, slowing down a bit and drawing out the orgasm.
When she came back down, she sagged against me, her chest pushing in and out with every harsh breath.
I turned her around until she was facing me and leaned over to kiss her.
She pulled back as soon as my lips touched hers.
I looked at her questioningly.
“I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
I laughed. “Neither have I.”
She let me when I leaned back down to kiss her again.
This kiss, like the first kiss, was everything I hadn’t known a kiss could be. I deepened it, and when she opened for me, I groaned and swept my tongue inside.
My skin burned in the best way possible when we connected, and I kissed her harder, wanting to get so close she would have a hard time seeing us as two separate beings.
“Silas,” she whispered against my lips when I pulled back to catch my breath.
I kissed her again.
I could spend the rest of my life kissing her.
I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue explore her, as if trying to remember every corner of her mouth. She turned her body fully into me, and I pushed her legs apart, settling myself between them.
I pulled away, taking in the sight of her underneath me.
“You look good under me like this,” I said, swiping my thumb over her swollen lips. She glared at me but didn’t say anything. “Last time, I didn’t get a chance to explore you thoroughly. I plan on changing that now.”
Her breath caught, making me smile. “You are?”
“I am,” I answered, then moved back slightly and quickly pulled off her shirt before she could say anything. She squeaked a protest and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Nuh-uh,” I chided gently, circling my hands around each one of her wrists and taking her arms away, revealing her dusky pink nipples to my gaze. My mouth watered. “Fuck, but why have I waited so long to see you?”
She didn’t answer me, and I hadn’t expected her to. I leaned down and kissed her jaw. She moved her head to the side to give me better access, and I pressed my smile against her soft skin, inhaling her addictive scent. Fuck, but what body wash did she use?
I kissed my way down her body, pausing along the way, sucking her skin into my lips, leaving my marks. Later, when she wasn’t so delirious with lust, she might be pissed to see them. But right now… fuck me.
I sucked on her skin harder. The thought of seeing the hickeys was almost enough to make me lose control. I moved away from the skin beneath her collarbones and moved to the top mounds of her tits.
She jumped when I latched onto her skin, and I looked up to see her watching me intently. I winked and sucked harder. I let go of her wrists when she flexed them, and she moved her hands down, running her fingers roughly through my hair. Her grip tightened on it when I pushed my lips down and took one hardened nipple into my lips, surrounding it with the warmth of my mouth before rolling it between my teeth.
Her back arched toward me as she tugged my hair, telling me everything she wanted, needed without speaking.
“Fuck, baby. But you taste so good. Makes me wonder how good your pussy would taste.”
“Ah, hell,” she moaned. I gave her other nipple the same treatment. Wouldn’t want it to feel neglected, now, would we? I grabbed her wrists back in my grip and held them down against her side. She tested the bounds, gasping slightly when she realized how hard it would be to escape my hold. How helpless I had made her for me.
I let her go of her nipple with a pop of my mouth, pulling on it roughly as I kissed my way down her body, kissing over the dip in her stomach when she sucked in a breath, before stopping on her hip bone. I nipped on it sharply, and she twitched, her hands moving against my hold on her wrists. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Be my good girl,” I admonished playfully, pushing her legs wider apart and crawling down her body.
She tried to close her legs, but my shoulders were in the way. I let go of her wrists and used my free hand to push one leg up and spanked on the side of her ass. Not hard, just enough to get her attention, and to see how she would react to some light spanking. Based on the change in her breathing, the flush that overtook her skin, and the musky scent of her arousal teasing my nostrils, I’d say she wasn’t as opposed or indignant as she would like me to believe.
“Oh, baby, you are just perfect for me, aren’t you?” I said, not really asking her.
“W-what?”
I smiled, spreading her legs wider, taking in the sight of her puckered asshole below her pussy lips. Keeping my eyes on her, I gently tapped my finger over the sphincter of muscles. Her eyes widened almost comically, her legs moving from side to side. I gripped her harder, keeping her still.
“Hold this position for me, won’t you?”
A sound that was half plea, half desire came out. “Silas…”
I teasingly played with her little asshole, not really pushing inside. She wasn’t ready for that yet, but it was good to know she wasn’t resistant to the idea. Then I used my hand and pushed her open for me again, laying her on her back.
“If you’re good, I’ll reward you.”
“You were going to let me come anyway!”
I laughed. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
She gasped in outrage, then reached out and slapped my shoulder. What a violent little thing. I fucking loved it.
“You weren’t going to let me come?”
“Maybe I was going to tease you. The man before me must have spoiled you rotten, angel, if you’re getting so upset over a little teasing.”
A strange look crossed her face, and I had to stop myself from asking her what it meant. I didn’t want to spend my time talking about any man before. I was murderous just thinking about it, and the last thing I wanted was to scare her.
I looked down at her drenched pussy. Licking my lips, I said, “Look at you. Fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.”
“Silas, please.”
“Please what, angel?”
“Don’t tease me.”
I smiled and brushed the back of my finger over her opening. She gyrated her hips, trying to get closer to me, all traces of shyness gone.
“Are you my good girl?” I asked, teasing the tip of my finger over her swollen clit. She nodded furiously. Her eyes burned with fire as her anger fought with her desires.
“Words, baby. I want the words.”
“I’m your good girl.”
Fuck me. How sweet those words were, coming from her lips.
I wasted no time. Leaning down, I took her pussy in my mouth.
“Fuck!” she screamed at the first touch. I licked her entrance, dipping inside and learning the unique taste of her.
She tasted so fucking good.
I grabbed one leg and pushed it up on my shoulder, spreading her out even more for me while I feasted on her, listening to those sweet sounds she was making as I drove her wild.
I used my fingers to spread her for my assault. Her heel dug into my shoulder as more wetness gushed out.
Hell, I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to plunge in and take what belonged to me, until she didn’t recognize the girl she had been before me.
“Silas, I’m close. I just need… Fuck, please, I just need…”
She needed me.
My chest puffed up in pride, and I pushed two thick fingers inside her. She was impossibly tight. So fucking tight, almost as if?—
I drew back.
No, that wasn’t possible. She was twenty-four years old, nearly twenty-five.
But she was also the heavily guarded daughter of an MC president.
She was?—
“Why’d you stop?” she slurred, trying to push her pussy back to my mouth.
I shook my head and pumped my fingers inside her.
“No reason,” I replied, increasing the pace until she squirmed beneath me. I placed my mouth back on her.
Hell.
My sweet little innocent.
But how innocent?
Was this all new to her?
Fuck, the thought just drove me on.
I suckled on her clit and drove my fingers faster, loving the squelching sound her pussy made from the friction against her wetness.
“Come for me,” I said, keeping my lips close to her mound.
She came on a shout. One last lick over her clit, and I pulled back to look at her, so fucking fascinated by the face she made when she lost it all.
I held her close in my arms while we lay in bed together. One hand was absently drawing shapes on the skin of her biceps, the other over her tit, playing with her nipple.
“I thought this was supposed to be relaxing,” she stuttered, her eyes watching my finger as I plucked over the skin.
“It is,” I said, rolling the swollen bud between my fingers.
“Silas.”
“What?” I asked innocently, tugging on it roughly.
She rubbed her legs together. I grinned at her, letting go of the abused nipple and cupping her tit instead.
I squeezed her. “This is mine, yeah?”
She sputtered a bit, but no words came out.
I tightened my grip, and her brows pulled together in pain.
“You sound so possessive when you say that.”
“I am,” I said, with no hint of playfulness in my voice. I would kill any man who touched her. Who got to see her like this. And if she teased my monster enough, I might just kill that man in front of her.
“You weren’t when you…”
I let one eyebrow raise when she trailed off. “When my brother was watching us?” I asked. “Is that a hard limit? Did you not like it?”
I already knew the answer. The way her pussy had gushed from seeing Maverick standing there, I’d say she liked the idea a little too much.
I tightened my grip on her tit. “And don’t lie to me, angel.”
She shook her head, looking off to the side.
“You’re telling me it doesn’t turn you on, even just a little, to think about being shared between me and my brothers?”
“I’m not a toy you can just pass around.”
I squeezed her side for that comment.
“Hey, what the hell was that?” she yelled, moving her hand over it.
“For suggesting that. Sharing a woman with my brothers is different than being passed around like a whore. And, Mila? You are the furthest thing possible from a whore.”
“Then why do you guys do it?”
I didn’t answer her right away. Trying to find the words that wouldn’t put her off on the idea. “Let’s call it a kink. We always knew we liked to share. We like to dominate a woman together, control her, bring her into the heights of ecstasy, tease her… cherish her.” Her breath caught, and a sort of longing filled her eyes. She probably thought this was temporary. That I would soon move on and forget about her. I didn’t tell her that was the furthest thing from the truth. “It wasn’t like the three of us got together one day and discussed it. It’s just the way things are.”
And I’d seen the way Maverick looked at her. He wasn’t as opposed to the idea as he wished he was, and Killian just needed time to get his head out of his ass long enough to see what I saw.
Mila Hayes would be ours.
“I like the idea of sharing you with my brothers, but don’t mistake that for me not being possessive of you, angel. I am, very much so.”
“You sound serious.”
“Deadly.”
Her breath caught, and she turned back to me. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
I shrugged. “Then don’t say anything. Just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
I skimmed my hand down her body and pushed it between her legs. She looked up at me with dilated eyes as I worked to show her just how much enjoyment this ride could provide.
I got back to our room at the hotel in a good fucking mood.
I didn’t know where the fuck Killian was—probably off terrorizing the good people of New Orleans—but I found Maverick sitting in the living room, his laptop open on the coffee table.
He didn’t glance up when I closed the door behind me, but there was tension in the air—the big elephant in the room was why I hadn’t come home last night.
He knew where I’d been. And I wasn’t going to lie about it. I wasn’t some dumb teenager who needed minding.
“Where’s Killian?” I asked to fill the silence. I resisted the urge to shift to my feet when he turned his gaze on me. My brother just had a way about him that made anyone and everyone in the room feel uneasy. And without even having to utter a single word.
“Out east, near the border of Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico.”
I frowned. “Why?”
“Because there is a surprisingly large number of the former members of the Heartless Saints here in New Orleans.”
That shouldn’t have come as a surprise. For some reason, they all migrated here to Louisiana and Texas after leaving the club. What was more surprising was the fact that Daniel had never done anything to stop his members from leaving.
“I want to know what they’re doing now that the news about what happened at the club has spread.”
“Already?” I asked. That was quick. I figured we had a few more weeks before everyone learned the Tiernan family had taken over.
I paused, studying Maverick carefully. His expression didn’t change.
“You spread the news.”
He nodded.
“Because you were hoping the news would get to Mila?”
I knew I’d guessed right as soon as the words left my mouth.
“Were you planning on dragging this on for months?” Maverick asked. “Should we wait for the two of you to get married before you tell her the truth?”
I crossed my arms over my chest. I hadn’t really contemplated marriage, but the idea did hold a certain appeal.
“Why, are you jealous, big bro? Don’t worry too much about that. You know me. I share very well.”
He shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
True. I had never shared my toys very well growing up. But I could make certain exceptions when it came to my brothers. Maverick knew it, judging by the look on his face.
I laughed. “Still going to pretend you’re made of stone, huh?”
He shot me a warning glance, as if that shit would work on me.
“I need you to head west of Louisiana, toward the border with Texas.”
That wiped away all my amusement. “Seriously?”
“Seriously. And you’re going to do as I ask of you, Silas. I might be your brother, but I am also the head of this organization.”
“Oh, don’t do that bullshit with me. You’re not seriously pulling rank to get me to do what you want, are you?”
He didn’t say anything.
I pushed away from where I stood and walked over to him. “And what are you going to do?”
“I would much rather go back to Chicago, but you’re not going to leave without the girl, are you?”
I didn’t bother with a reply. He already knew the answer.
He sighed. “I’ll stay here and coordinate with Ronan. He can only hold down the fort for so long. So do what you gotta do to convince the girl because when you and Killian return, we’re leaving for Chicago.”
Just a few days. That was too fucking soon. No time to prepare Mila for anything, and I wouldn’t even fucking be here with her.
I narrowed my eyes at him. “This isn’t going to convince me to leave her alone, you know.”
“I know. But perhaps you should use this time and distance to get your head on straight.”
I scoffed and headed back for the door. “Text me the details.”
I wasn’t going to waste any more time, and if Maverick was so determined not to see what was so clearly in front of him, I would just have to show him.
I smiled as I closed the door behind me.
All I had to do was set everything in place and let the pieces fall where they may. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be disappointed.
Time to go back to the motel where Mila was staying—not to see the girl, but her car.