Chapter 17 Natty #2
“Me wanting to keep you safe shouldn’t mean we end.
” He pressed a kiss to my stomach then unzipped my bra and let my breasts spill free.
His mouth was on them in an instant, kissing, and sucking on my peaked nipples.
The breeze slid over them each time Silas relented, and then he stared in fascination as he dipped his head once more to slowly lick the pink buds.
He knew this sort of slow torture worked me up, but it did the same to him if the thickness pressing against my core was any indication.
My back was stretched out awkwardly across his bike frame, my head between his handlebars, and I trusted Silas to keep us steady. We’d fucked on the back of his bike plenty of times before; he always knew how to keep us safe, but he was also not thinking super clearly right now.
“It shouldn’t mean we press pause either, Silas. Which is exactly what we did all those years while you left me for Fable.”
“So it’s one or the other?” His tongue traveled down the center path between my breasts, which left me shuddering. My hands went to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. My hips lifted, desperate for friction.
His head lifted, revealing a devilish smirk. “You bought yourself a bike.”
He hadn’t just noticed…he brought it up for some other purpose, that was how Silas worked. I was trying to discern what it would be when suddenly Silas was lifting me. My legs went around his hips as he cleared the bike.
Green stalks of corn blotted out the sky, standing tall, and offered enough protection that no one was going to see us from the road.
Which was good because my husband deposited me in front of my Yamaha.
He picked up my helmet that was sitting on the seat and hung it on the handlebar, then stared at me with a hunger I hadn’t yet witnessed.
With his hands on my hips, he turned me and then gently nudged his leg between mine, which forced my palms to land on the seat of the bike.
“You seem proud of this method of freedom. Escaping the detail I set for you, not having anyone watch over you while Fable is out hunting you. It’s cute, Caelum. But now you’re going to take my cock while I bend you over the back of this little bike you seem to be so proud of.”
“My bike will fall over…I’m not—”
His hand came over my mouth, his lips at my ear. “You should know me better than that, Caelum. I’d never let anything happen to you, and by extension, your little bike.”
I did know that. Silas was a lot of things but careless and cruel wasn’t one of them.
Letting out an uneven breath, I looked at the stalks of corn, my hands pressed into the seat of my bike and then bit my lip when his hands gently pulled down the leather at my hips. My thong went with it until my ass was on display, the chilled breeze gliding over the exposed skin.
I heard him spit, which meant he was coating his cock, readying it for me. He’d done it dry before when I wasn’t ready, and it wasn’t a pleasant experience. He was too massive, and honestly even with him lubricated, it usually took a few strokes for me to get acclimated.
“Bend over.”
I did as he said, leaning over the seat, trusting that he would hold us both up. My eyes fluttered shut as I released the fear of what I’d been through, and what might come, and just enjoyed the feel of Silas taking me in the middle of a cornfield.
I felt younger, freer. I loved the Stone Riders and all that they had done for me, but having Silas back felt like I was ten again, sitting on a warm dock with no other care in the world but frog hunting.
The head of his cock pressed against my center, and with a groan, he gently nudged it inside me, inch by inch. My nails pushed into the seat painfully hard as I held my position, relishing how full I felt.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.” Silas breathed against my ear, holding my shoulder as he adjusted himself. My legs were spread, my boots slightly dragging in the dirt as my chest was planted more firmly over the seat.
My bra was still unzipped so my tits were mashed against the cushion.
A moan escaped me as Silas slid out and then sheathed himself once more, the slickness from my arousal coating him as he moved back into place.
Once he set a rhythm, it felt so good that I began to lose myself.
The rocking of the bike was a distant thought, my boots dragging, Silas gripping my chest and pulling me up so that he had a better angle.
He was ruthless with how he handled me, like I was merely a ragdoll he had stuffed full with his cock, and was now fucking me senseless.
“You may be free to do what you want, Caelum, but you’re still mine. Which means...” He tilted his hips and thrust into me, making me gasp. “If you go to a rival club, I will follow. And if I can’t tear them apart for taking you in, then I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll never forget.”
I was suddenly pulled off the bike and spun around. My legs went around him as he carried us into the thick cornstalks. My lips went to his, our mouths resuming the fucking that his cock had started. His tongue swept in, claiming me in delicious ways.
We moved to the ground, the soft earth under us as Silas held me in his lap. My knees went to either side of him, pressing into the dirt as our mouths stayed fused together. I didn’t even notice when he’d notched his erection at my wet slit.
He lifted me so that he had enough leverage that it allowed me to slide down onto him and then we were fucking again, ruthless, fast and hungry.
My hips moved with urgency, taking him as deep as I could, and allowing him to hit that place inside that needed him so badly. His hands kneaded my ass, pulling me impossibly closer, and I was lost.
Falling and flying.
My mouth parted on a scream and I barely registered tattooed fingers sliding over my tongue. I sucked on his fingers, as his other hand squeezed my ass, and then he was groaning his own release, freezing in place with one last hard thrust as he filled me with hot, sticky cum.
“My fucking god, Silas.” I tried to catch my breath, kissing the hand that fell away from my mouth. He peppered my jaw with gentle kisses as we both worked to catch our breath.
He muttered something that sounded like, “My fucking wife,” but I couldn’t quite make it out. I didn’t need to. I knew what he was thinking, and that was the problem with us.
We knew each other’s souls, inside and out, and we both knew how this would end.
I’d push, he’d cave because he only wanted to exist if it meant I was safe. I didn’t want to take advantage of him, but I also refused to live without him any longer.
Pressing a kiss to the side of his eye, I curled into his chest. Knowing my thighs would be sticky, and his erection would soon be softening. I didn’t care. I wanted to stay exactly where I was.
“I’m a stain on your soul, Caelum. There is no removing me.”
No truer statement had ever been made.
“I don’t want to remove you, Silas. I want to exist with you…and the only way to do that is to hunt the same monsters you are.”
He let out a sigh and tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear.
“I’ve seen the dark side of Fable, Natty. I know what depraved things he has done. I will not risk you being with me when I find him.”
He seemed to forget that I was held captive by the same man. I may not have had to witness all the same horrors he did growing up, but I felt the tendrils of fear attached to the atmosphere he created. I felt the terror.
“Then we’re at a stalemate, Husband. I won’t stop.”
Silas cradled my face; my knees were still pressed into the earth and the stalks of corn swayed above us from the gentle breeze in the air.
We could hear cars on the road we’d turned off of a ways back.
“If anything happens to you, I’ll burn it down.”
I tilted my head. “Burn what down?”
His unsettling light eyes arrested me, holding the very air in my lungs hostage as he said with all seriousness that I knew was within him.
“Every last thing that makes up this world. The clubs, the people. The towns. I don’t care.
I’ll take it. There’s a dragon somewhere curled in this heart of mine, and it’s greedy for you, Natty.
Obsessed, insane and absolutely feral to keep you safe. ”
The severity of my choices began sinking in.
Silas wouldn’t stop or settle until I was back behind the gilded doors of the Stone Riders. We’d stay out here, in this cornfield, fucking and fighting until I agreed to go back because he was that serious about my safety.
With a heavy sigh, I pressed my forehead to his.
“Escort me back.”
I felt him physically relax at my resignation, but deep down, he’d have to know me better than that. I may be willing to return, but it certainly didn’t mean I’d stay.