Chapter Fifteen
Posey
Silas’s arms held and kept me warm all night. I haven’t slept this peaceful in months.
And by the steel rod poking me in the back, it’s now morning, but I have no desire to leave my bed.
A loud throat clearing grabs my attention and my eyes pop open.
In my attempt to move, I elbow him in the clavicle.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, rolling over.
“Shit, sorry.”
Wiping my eyes, I sit up and find Bellamy in my doorway, arms crossed, and brow arched.
“Mornin’, sluts.”
“This…isn’t what it looks like.”
“It looks like you beat the shit outta him.” Bellamy walks in. “His whole face is bruised.”
Glancing over, I find she’s right. There’s a purple bruise around his nose.
“That was an accident,” I explain.
“Jesus, Posey.” She shakes her head. “Y’all must be havin’ some rough sex.”
“She punched me in the face,” Silas explains, throwing his legs off the side.
“Careful, you’re half naked,” Bellamy cheekily warns. “And you aren’t hidin’ anythin’.”
My cheeks heat at exactly what she can see.
Silas quickly covers himself and sighs. “Christ, y’all are the same. I’m going back to my bed.”
Bellamy laughs as he walks past her, messy bedhead and all, and stares at his ass while he leaves.
“Okay, perv. Stop starin’,” I scold.
“His tats are hot.” She waggles her brows, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So y’all hookin’ up now or what?”
“No.” I don’t bother elaborating.
She scoffs, grabbing the pillow Silas slept on and throws it at me. “Bullshit.”
“It’s a long story, so don’t ask.”
“Oh, please. You’re not gettin’ away with that. Get dressed. We’re late for brunch.”
I mentally slap myself. I forgot about that.
One Sunday a month we meet up with Mom and Aunt JoJo for brunch at the Summit View.
“How much time do I have?”
“Ten minutes before they come and get you themselves.”
Shit.
“And you’re gonna tell me the truth.”
Groaning, I rush to the bathroom to get ready. It’s gonna take twice as many mimosas to get through this day.
As promised, Bellamy doesn’t let up as she drives us to the restaurant. I give her the quickest brief from meeting Jamie and Jackson last weekend to Friday night and last night’s activities. When I mention Marjorie, she laughs.
“You know y’all broke the employee relations policy,” she quips.
“I’m aware,” I deadpan when she parks. “So zip your mouth. He needs this job until he finds a new one.”
“And when he does, will you finally admit you have feelings for him?”
“It’s not that simple.”
She’s gonna flip when I eventually tell her we took each other’s virginities.
She snorts. “You two are absolutely lyin’ to yourselves.”
I don’t respond as we walk inside and find Mom and Aunt JoJo.
“Girls! Finally. Thought you weren’t comin’.” Mom stands, giving us each a hug.
“Sorry, I forgot to set my alarm.”
“No worries, honey. Go get some food. We have drinks on the way.”
When Bellamy turned twenty-one this past year, she was so excited to finally drink with us.
We head up to the buffet line and stack our plates.
“Hey,” Bodie walks over with an extra chair and sits.
“Hi, sweetie,” Mom greets with a smile.
“Whaddya doin’ here?” Bellamy asks.
Although they’re twins, they still bicker like regular brothers and sisters, but probably even more since they were forced to be glued at the hip growing up.
“What? I like mimosas and brunch,” he replies, offended.
“You’re invited anytime.” Aunt JoJo pats his shoulder. “Go get some food.”
Once he returns and we have our drinks, they get on the topic of Silas and his viral videos, and every time I try to change the subject, one of them brings it up again.
“I signed up this week just to watch him myself.” Aunt JoJo smirks. “Think he’s into cougars?”
“Oh my God,” I groan, stabbing a sausage link. “Not you too?”
“I am!” Bodie smirks. “They’re hot and always freaks in the sheets.”
Mom’s eyes widen in horror.
I snort. “Is this your way of tellin’ us you’re bringin’ an old lady to the weddin’ as your plus one?”
He frowns, messing with his already disheveled hair. “I wish…”
“I’ll be your date.” Aunt JoJo winks.
“Just what every bachelor wants to be known for…datin’ his aunt.”
Laughter echoes around us as we continue chatting, eating, and drinking. It’s exactly what I needed after this past week, but I still feel guilty with Teddy missing.
“Before I take you home, can we have a serious talk?” Bellamy asks when we walk to her SUV.
“I knew this was comin’…” I murmur, hopping into the passenger’s side. “Fine.”
“You two like each other…and don’t ya dare deny it,” she says pointedly, pulling out of the parking lot.
“We have history from years ago. There’s always been some lingerin’ feelings even though I tried to push ’em away, but with him in my house and at the farm, it’s hard to ignore ’em.”
“So, don’t. Dad will get over the no employee relations policy if you’re upfront and honest about it.”
“It’s not just that…” I fidget with my fingers, contemplating how much I want to share. “I’m afraid if I let him back in, I’ll get hurt again. And after repeated datin’ failures, I wouldn’t be able to go through another heartbreak from him unscathed.”
“You won’t know until you try, and who knows, y’all older and wiser now, so it might be different this time. Do you think he feels the same?”
I lift a shoulder. “I think so, but he just got out of a long-term relationship with a woman who treated him like shit. I don’t wanna be his rebound or be with me out of convenience ’cause we live together.”
“That’s your insecurity talkin’, Posey.”
“Okay, Miss Know-It-All,” I tease, finally looking at her and she’s grinning like she knows she’s right. “Didn’t realize you had so much datin’ experience to share.”
“Just ’cause I don’t want the husband, babies, and white picket fence doesn’t mean I can’t offer my advice on relationships. You want those things but you’ll never get ’em if you hold back at the fear of gettin’ hurt.”
I sigh because I can’t even argue with her logic.
“You might change your mind, ya know?” I say when she gets to my house.
“About what?”
“Gettin’ married, babies, white fence…you’re still young.”
She shrugs. “Maybe. But for now, I’m thrivin’ in my single girl era.”
I snort, then lean in for a hug. “Thanks for the ride. Love you.”
“You’re welcome, and love you too.”
Before shutting the door behind me, she adds, “And I now require updates on you and your secret roommate boy toy.”
“Oh my God…” I groan. “You did not just call him that.”
“I’ve seen the goat yoga videos of him without his shirt…” She waggles her brows and licks her lips. “I just know he’s hung like a horse. Better jump on that before someone else does.”
“Bye!” I slam the door, shaking my head now that she’s put that image in there.
The house is quiet when I walk in, which is good because I need time to think and process what’s happened this past weekend. A bubble bath with my vibrator sounds like the perfect way to clear my mind.
Once my sexual frustration is taken care of, I’ll be able to focus without thinking about his pierced cock.
Except when I lie in the tub, close my eyes, and turn on the high speed, it’s all I can imagine.
Music echoes through the bathroom to stifle my moans but the closer I get, the more frustrated I become.
I get right there and then lose the sensation. Over and over again, I’m so close, one foot off the edge and about to fall, but then it vanishes into thin air.
“Goddammit,” I groan, setting the toy to the side and falling back against the tub.
“Need some help?”
“Oh my God!” I almost jump out of my skin. “Don’t ya ever knock?”
I pant and hold my chest at how badly he scared me. For a big guy, he walks around like a stealthy mouse.
“I did…and when you didn’t respond, I got worried you were hurt or somethin’ since I didn’t hear the shower runnin’.”
Okay, that’s fair.
“I’m fine.”
“Sounded like you were gettin’ frustrated in here.” He tips his head toward the vibrator. Leaning back against the counter, he crosses his arms and ankles, looking smug because he knows exactly why.
“Nope, just dandy in here.”
“So you keep sayin’…” His tongue slides across his lower lip, and I can’t help following the movement. “But maybe I can offer a suggestion if you’re open to tryin’ something new.”
Even though my heart stopped racing from the jumpscare he gave me, now it’s racing for entirely different reasons.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What is it?”
“Mutual masturbation,” he supplies simply. “Watchin’ someone else get off can usually help your own pleasure.”
“You want us to try that ’cause you think it’ll help me?”
“Yep.”
Hm…then I’ll get to see his piercings.
After looking up the names of his, my search history now looks a lot different, but I’m still intrigued. So I might as well play along.
“You’ll watch me and then I’ll watch you?”
“No, we do it at the same time. We watch each other and could even race to see who finishes first.”
“Well…I’ll lose at that.”
“Not necessarily…” He pushes off the counter, stalking toward me. “Watchin’ me will help you finish and watchin’ you finish will definitely help me.”
“Okay…” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. “Since I’m naked, you should be too.”
An amused grin covers his face. “Alright.”
The moment he strips off his clothes, my fingers itch to slide between my thighs.
Speaking of thighs…
Good God, his tattoo.
I want to lick it.
“Ready?”
My gaze shifts up to see he’s already hard.
I’m already salivating, but then he goes and wraps his large palm around it. I shouldn’t be so mesmerized by the view, but I’m one thousand percent locked in.
“Are you gonna use your toy or your fingers?”
Blinking, I finally look at his face. “My fingers.”
“Good…rub your clit while you watch me.”
Gliding my hand down and spreading my legs, I do just that.
Silas strokes himself in a steady, firm pace and plays with his piercing at the tip.
Holy fuck, I want to stick out my tongue and pull him into my mouth.
“Focus on your clit, Posey. So wet and needy, aren’t you?”
My throat’s too dry to speak, so I nod. I can’t pull my eyes away from how erotic he looks, pumping and twisting over his shaft. His veins are ready to burst.
“Now slide two fingers inside your cunt while you use the heel of your hand to rub against you. Tell me how good it feels.”
His deep raspy voice is enough to have me purring like a cat in heat. “I-It’s so full.”
“Can you go deeper?”
“I’m tryin’…” I reposition myself and hook one of my legs up on the tub to give myself more room. “Oh fuck.”
Silas walks over and watches the movement underneath the water. “Good girl, keep goin’…”
The build up resurfaces in my gut and tingles invade my stomach as a rush of pleasure flows down my spine.
So close…so, so close.
“Almost…” I murmur between catching my breath.
Silas reaches out and grabs my chin before sticking his thumb between my lips, forcing my gaze to his. I wrap my mouth around him and suck on it.
“Eyes on me. Don’t stop…fuck that tight little pussy and tell me how good it feels.”
I stare into his heated brown eyes and whimper.
Whimper. Like the actual noise slips out of me, but I don’t feel an ounce of embarrassment about it.
“Such a beautiful sight, love. You’re makin’ me so hard and desperate to come for you.”
And that does it.
I implode from the inside out, shattering every barrier that previously held me hostage, and scream through the intense orgasm that sends me floating to the ceiling.
“Holy shit, Silas…” His name slips from my lips as my eyes roll back from the relief I finally feel.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he drawls in a deep raspy voice that could send a second strike of pleasure through me. “I’m almost there.”
I rise to my knees, watching his hand stroke faster and can’t help thinking how his piercings would feel so damn good inside me.
“Come on me,” I blurt, the words barely out of my mouth before he throws his head back and tightens his grip. When his thighs shake, he groans out his release and spills it across my chest.
Watching his undoing is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Look at you,” he murmurs in admiration.
Glancing down, I can’t help smiling with pride at the mess he made.
“Sexiest pearl necklace I’ve ever seen.” He winks before wrapping his hand across my throat, coating himself in his pleasure, then sliding two fingers between my lips. “Suck ’em clean, baby.”
There he goes with that word again.
The post orgasm-induced coma has me obeying without objection.
“Can’t lie, seein’ you this way and at my mercy is makin’ me hard all over again.”
Licking my lips, the high from a moment ago simmers down and my heart catches up with my head. This was a bad idea. Now I’m more confused than before.
So much for coming in here to work through my thoughts.
“Don’t get used to it,” I deadpan.
“You can’t always be in control, Posey. That’s the whole point. Lettin’ go is what gets you outta your head so you can enjoy yourself.”
He grabs two hand towels and gives one to me.
“Feel better now?” He smirks, putting his sweats on.
“Actually, yes. Though, I’m still sad about Teddy,” I admit.
“I’m sure Marjorie will guide him back to you soon. Maybe this will do the trick.” He smirks proudly.
“So you finally believe me about her?”
“Well…” The corner of his lips pinch before he grabs his shirt. “Kinda hard not to unless you’ve been trollin’ me this whole time.”
I laugh. “Definitely not.”
“Well, I’ll let you finish your bath.”
I nod, the awkward tension crawling back between us, making me want to stay in this tub for the rest of the afternoon.