Chapter Thirteen
Posey
What the fuck was I thinking?
I was drunk on lust and sexual frustration last night.
That’s the only explanation for why I agreed to let Silas talk me through it. I shouldn’t have asked him to touch me because now my brain and heart are more conflicted than before. But I can’t seem to regret it either after he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life.
But Silas is off-limits.
I’m his boss’s daughter. His roommate.
His best friend’s sister.
It’s against the rules and unless I want him to lose his job, we shouldn’t be crossing the lines the way we did. Our double date is tonight so hopefully it’ll be good for us to get back out there.
We can focus on other people who are interested in us instead of each other.
It’ll be fun.
Now that I know what I need to finish during sex, I can tell my future partner and not be insecure about it.
Yeah, it’ll be totally fine.
No reason things have to be awkward between us, especially since he’s the one who offered to help me.
“Mornin’.” Silas’s hoarse voice makes me jump.
I didn’t hear him enter the kitchen.
“Hey, hi. Mornin’.” I swallow hard and it feels like razor blades cutting through my esophagus. I clear my throat and look at him, remembering the way his muscular body wrapped around me as his fingers slid into me.
Oh fuck.
No, no, no.
I need to snap out of it.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask.
“Great, never better.”
“Yeah, me too.”
His brows furrow as if he can tell I’m lying.
Although my body was more relaxed than ever, I only got three or four hours of sleep because my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Or remembering how good it felt to finally be touched without anticipating disappointment. And dreaming about licking over his thigh tattoo.
“Coffee?” I ask to change the subject and get the dirty thoughts out of my head. “It’s freshly brewed.”
“Definitely.” By his eager, desperate tone, he didn’t sleep much either.
He moves to open the fridge at the same time I do so we bump into each other before either of us can open it.
“Shit, sorry,” we say simultaneously.
“Go ahead,” I tell him. “I was grabbin’ your creamer anyway.”
“Do you want your half-and-half?” He opens the door and holds it out for me.
“Thanks,” I murmur, taking it from his grip.
The room grows silent and uncomfortable as we each make our coffees. My gaze slides over to where we were last night, on the other side of the island, where he made me come—twice.
He’s fully dressed this time in sweats and a T-shirt but I’ve already memorized every bare inch of him. Well, besides what his briefs hid. I could’ve sworn I felt a piercing when his dick was digging into my back, but I was too embarrassed to ask at the time.
“Are you pierced?” I blurt.
Welp, no better time than the present, I guess.
Silas spits out the coffee he just sipped.
“Um…” He blinks hard. “Yeah.”
“Hmm…I thought I felt somethin’ but wasn’t sure.”
His tongue pushes against his cheek as he rubs along his scruffy jawline. “I actually have two.”
“Interestin’…” My whole body sweats at the thought of what they must feel like.
Did someone turn on the heat?
“What kind?”
“A Prince Albert and Frenum. I’ve thought about addin’ more to make a Jacob’s Ladder but you gotta withhold from sex for at least two months, and since I was in a relationship, it didn’t seem feasible.” He shrugs. “But…I guess I could now.”
My throat goes dry, and I bring the coffee mug to my lips with the image of his pierced dick in my mind.
“What made you get it in the first place?”
“Not sure you’re gonna want that story.” He grins, licking his lips.
“Why not?”
“It involves your brother.”
“Oh for the love of God,” I groan, rolling my eyes. “You two are insufferable.”
“We were drunk…and I dared him.”
“Of course you did.” Chuckling, I shake my head.
“A few years after we did it is when I got the second one. He only got one but it might technically be two by the way—”
“Stop.” I hold up my hand. “Do not tell me what he got, I’m beggin’ you.”
He chuckles and it feels nice to be laughing with him again.
“I’ve wondered if gettin’ my clit pierced would help me…ya know, with my issue, but the long healin’ time scared me. I also worried it’d get infected and make it worse.”
His gaze lowers down my body before it snaps back to mine as if he hadn’t realized he was gawking.
“The Prince Albert is known to enhance pleasure for both partners but a clit piercin’ helps with personal stimulation, includin’ those who have difficulty reachin’ climax, so it’s reasonable to think it’d make it feel better for ya.”
“Now who sounds like they’re readin’ from a pamphlet.”
His lips tilt up. “I did a lot of research before my second one.”
“I wonder how that works when both partners are pierced. I’d be scared they’d catch on to each other.”
“Not likely,” he states as if he knows for certain. “Aundrea was pierced too.”
And now I want to bleach my brain with that knowledge.
Maybe I’ll get my nipples pierced instead. Although that sounds more painful.
“Good to know.” I swallow down the rest of my coffee before setting the mug in the sink.
“I’m gonna get ready for the day. Jamie and I are meetin’ up to get mani/pedi’s for our dates and then I’m hopin’ to find a new dress for tonight.
But I’ll be back in time for us to drive to the restaurant together. ”
We haven’t discussed plans for after dinner, and I haven’t wanted to bring it up, but since we agreed to arrive together and leave together last weekend at the bar, I’m hoping that means they won’t ask us to do anything after.
Jackson and I haven’t talked a lot this week.
Either I was working or he was sleeping when he wasn’t on shift.
“Sounds good. Hope y’all have fun.” He leans against the counter with his arms folded over his chest with the mug in one hand and his legs crossed at the ankles. Silas looking at home and being comfortable is more attractive than I’d like to admit.
Although I wasn’t thrilled about him moving in, I like him being here.
He’s fun to hang out with—even as friends—he cleans up after himself, helps with chores without me having to ask, and cooks.
When we went grocery shopping a few nights ago, he picked out steaks and made them that night. They were the best I’ve ever had.
He mocked me for not knowing how to turn on the grill, and I teased him for overcooking the veggies, but we had a good time together. I contributed by making the side salads.
“Oh my God, hi!” Jamie engulfs me in a hug after running full force into me. “I can’t believe it’s finally the day!”
“Me too!” I squeeze her back, but I’m not half as enthusiastic as she is about this.
It’s awkward now after what Silas and I did last night, but it’s not like I can tell her. It was only a one-time thing anyway. There’s no reason to get hung up on it when it won’t happen again.
We walk side by side into the salon and get situated into the pedi chairs. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one, so I’m glad she recommended it. We talk the entire time, and I’m grateful she’s so easy to chat with because it soothes my nerves about the four of us going to dinner.
“Tell me some juicy things about Silas.”
“Sure, whaddya wanna know?”
She spent the past twenty minutes telling me all about her brother and what a great guy he is. Just from the brief communication we’ve had, I don’t doubt it.
“Anythin’ and everythin’. Did you know his ex?”
“I only met her once but from what Silas has told me, she wasn’t very nice to him and made him feel like he wasn’t good enough.”
“Wow, really? That’s sad.”
“Actually…their weddin’ was set to happen today.” I mentally smack myself because I forgot until right now and never asked how he was doing with it before I left.
“Well, hopefully he’ll have a much better night out with us than he would’ve on his weddin’ night.” She giggles. “I’m so grateful Jackson and his ex didn’t have kids so he wasn’t stuck with her forever.”
“How long were they married?”
“Four years but together for six.”
“Has he dated since it ended?”
“A little but not much. He uses his job as an excuse to stay busy and avoid gettin’ his heart broken again.”
“Oh…” I frown at how relatable that is.
“Yeah, but don’t worry! He’s excited for tonight.”
“That’s good.”
“How long was Silas with his ex?”
“Two years.”
“The longest I’ve been with someone was eight months but it’s not ’cause I haven’t tried. The men ‘round here aren’t very marriage material. I’m lucky if they contribute to a conversation and ask questions versus me doin’ all the talkin’.”
I snort in agreement. “Tell me about it.”
“Do you think it’s too soon for him to date?” she asks once we move to get our nails done.
“No,” I reply honestly. “I think once he realized how awful she’d been to him and deserved better, he knew it was time to move on. He only brought a few suitcases and his truck ’cause he got rid of everythin’ else but he seems to be doin’ okay. At least from what I can see.”
“It’s never too late to start fresh, so it’s nice he has you to help give him that.”
I glance away so she doesn’t see my face heat.
Once our nails are done, we walk to one of the nicer boutiques in town and try on dresses.
“You look so hot in that! Definitely that one!” Jamie’s jaw drops when I twirl in a black backless mini dress. My tattoo peeks out just enough so you can tell it’s there. It has a high neckline that wraps around my neck and exposes my arms and shoulders.
“You don’t think it’s too much skin for the place we’re goin’?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder to look in the mirror. There’s two thin straps that lead up to the neckline to hold it up but otherwise my back is fully exposed.
“No…it’s perfect. You look amazin’.”
“Okay, I’ll get it.”
Butterflies swarm my stomach at the thought of Silas seeing me in this. Even though he’s seen me in less and has touched every inch of my naked body before, this dress is seductive and flirty.