Chapter Sixteen
Silas
“So I have a theory…” I hand Posey her half-and-half and once she pours some into her coffee, she gives it back, then I put it back in the fridge.
Although it’s early, I’ve come to appreciate our little morning routine of getting ready for work, making coffee, and carpooling together.
“About what?” she asks while I grab my creamer and add a good amount to mine.
She sounds half asleep although she said she slept great last night.
After I left the bathroom and she finished her bath, we spent the night on the couch, watching TV, and chatting in between shows. It was nice. Normal. A few sneaky glances but nothing physical. Not like two roommates who helped each other orgasm.
I’m still riding the high from watching her unravel. Every whimper, moan, and the way she came with my name on her lips has been on repeat in my head.
It haunted me in my dreams, and I woke up hard as fuck but didn’t have time to do anything about it.
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to experience it again. And again and again.
But I don’t know where she stands on what’s going on between us.
If she still thinks I’m just helping her with her issue or if we’re treading the line of forbidden territory so neither of us lose our jobs.
Either she’s really good at disguising her feelings or she has the self-control of a four-star general.
“Jackson and Jamie,” I respond, quickly adjusting myself before she notices the tent in my jeans.
Tightening the lid of her cup, she furrows her brows. “What about ’em?”
“Well…” I tilt my head. “Ever watch stepsiblin’ porn?”
“Oh my God…” She rolls her eyes, groaning. “It’s too early for this.”
“I’m serious! He’s into her. Like in a not-so-brotherly way.”
“Ew…but he’s so much older than her.” She wipes the counter before flicking off the lights.
“So? Some people are into that. Don’t ya have a cousin who married her ex’s dad who’s twice her age?”
I’m pretty sure they had a baby last year.
“Yes, but Jackson and Jamie are basically family even if they didn’t grow up together,” she argues as I follow her out into the living room. “Wouldn’t that be weird for their parents?”
“Probably, but as a guy, I could tell. He has feelings for her. Like beyond sibling love.”
“No way.” She shakes her head, grabbing her bag before opening the door.
“And I think she knows it too…” I continue as we walk out to my truck. “Why do you think she wanted to watch that movie?”
She bursts out laughing when I open the passenger door for her. “That’s why you think they’re doin’ it?”
“No…” I say, rushing to the driver’s seat. “But I think she knows his dirty little secret and she was tauntin’ him with it. I also think it’s why she agreed to go to the weddin’ with me and suggested he go with you. See if he’d get jealous or not.”
“Like a cat and mouse game?” She buckles in, then sips her coffee.
“Bingo!” I snap my fingers, shifting into gear. “Hundred bucks they’re hookin’ up or will be within the next few months.”
She snorts, shrugging. “Alright, bet.”
“Speakin’ of the weddin’…” I drive us toward the goat barn with the sunrise peeking over the mountains. “After tellin’ Jamie I wasn’t takin’ her, I’m not lookin’ for another plus-one, so you don’t gotta worry about tryin’ to find anyone for me.”
When I glance at her, she’s staring out the window.
“Posey?”
She clears her throat. “Yeah, sorry. Um…I’m not either after cancelin’ with Jackson. Not super interested in findin’ a date with less than two weeks to the event. I don’t think my younger siblings are bringin’ anyone either, so we won’t be the only ones ridin’ solo.”
“Does that mean you’ll save a dance for me?” I say lightly, hoping she’ll at least humor me. It’s hard to get a read on her sometimes, so I have to prod a bit to find out.
Even if we’re not supposed to date, there’s no rule that says we can’t dance if we keep it PG.
“Sure, they’ll probably play somethin’ that you can white boy dance to.”
“Whoa, now. What’s wrong with my dancin’? I thought my two-step was good.”
She bursts out laughing and even when it’s at my expense, it’s my favorite sound in the whole world.
“I saw you at Warren and Maisie’s weddin’…you looked like a snake was crawlin’ up your leg or a bee was in your hair.”
“Wow…” I teasingly drawl. “I must not have been that bad considerin’ you ended up in my bed that night.”
Her lips pinch in a firm line. “I was influenced by overly-priced champagne and tequila shots.”
“So you’re sayin’ all I need is to get you drunk on expensive liquor and you’ll dance with me?”
“Are you talkin’ horizontally or vertically?” she says at the exact moment I take a sip of my coffee and choke on it.
“Jesus.” I wipe my mouth. “Damn near took me out with that one.”
When we arrive, I round the front of the truck and meet her on the other side before we walk in together.
“Have fun with your soaps,” I call out like I do most days.
“Don’t fall in goat shit, city boy,” she taunts, walking toward her office. “But you still didn’t answer me!”
“Guess you’ll have to wait for the weddin’ to find out!” I call over my shoulder and wink before going in the opposite direction.
After a long and hot day working and getting kicked in the shin, you’d think I’d fall asleep until my alarm goes off, but I toss and turn until nearly midnight.
When a loud bang jolts me awake not even thirty minutes later, I’m disoriented and confused if I actually heard something or dreamed it.
But then it happens again.
It doesn’t sound like cabinet doors or drawers slamming closed or anything that Marjorie has done, so I grab the closest thing I can find that could cosplay as a weapon and tiptoe into the hallway.
The colored path of my lightsaber guides me through the house since it’s pitch black—Marjorie usually turns on the lights when she wants us to know she’s upset, so it’s definitely not her.
When I hear it again coming from the laundry room, I quietly sneak in, then whip it around at whoever’s in there.
“What the hell?”
“Posey?” I straighten my spine, recognizing her silhouette with the dim lighting behind her.
“Uh, yeah. I live here, remember?”
“It’s almost one in the mornin’. I thought someone broke in. What’re you doin’?”
She eyes the object in my hand. “And you were gonna what? Zap ’em into outer space?”
“For your information, it cuts and melts through things, so I could’ve easily killed an intruder with it.” I wave it in the air to show her exactly what I could do with it.
“Right, clearly,” she mocks, standing against the dryer with her arms crossed and a not-so-faint smile on her face. “You’re such a nerd.”
“Says the girl in goat stuffies…” I point the lightsaber at her feet.
“They’re practical! They keep my feet warm.”
“So is this…it guided me straight to you.” I smirk before turning it off and setting it on the washer. “What’re you doin’ in here anyway?”
“I couldn’t sleep so I came to warm up my blanket once more.”
“And I’m the nerd?” I taunt, secretly admiring her cute pink pj’s. Another shorts and tank set. Her hair’s down and messy from her pillow, looking adorably disheveled.
“Wantin’ a warm bed doesn’t make me nerdy. You, on the other hand…” She lowers her gaze to my crotch. “Nice shorts.”
Glancing down, I realize I’m in my Darth Vader printed boxers.
“They were a present,” I defend.
She doesn’t need to know that they were a gag gift from Sabrina last Christmas.
“Of course.” She snorts. “Doesn’t really help your case though.”
“Fine…I’ll take ’em off if they bother you so much.” I shrug, waiting to see if she calls my bluff. But when she stands ten toes down, I follow through and lower them to my ankles, before kicking them off. “Better?”
She swallows hard, licking her lips and staring at my dick like she wants to eat it.
When I wrap a hand around my hard shaft and give it a few strokes, her breath hitches.
“Are you done pretendin’ you don’t want me as much as I want you?”
It’s a risky question, but I’m done acting like we both don’t want this.
When she doesn’t respond, I back her up against the dryer and cage her in with my arms. Her lips part with a shallow inhale as if she won’t allow herself to give in.
“Tell me what you want,” I demand. “Use your words.”
“We can’t…” she murmurs, arching her hips into my erection.
“You’d be more convincin’ if you weren’t salivatin’ for my cock.” I tip her chin, forcing her gaze to mine. “Look at you droolin’ for it.”
“So? That doesn’t mean we should break the rules.”
“Who’s gonna know, sweetheart?” I pluck her bottom lip out from between her teeth with my thumb. “I can keep a secret. At least until I find another job.”
“I don’t wanna lie to my family. They’ll figure it out anyway. Bellamy already has.”
I figured she did after catching us in her bed yesterday. Hopefully she can keep a secret.
“So if that wasn’t a barrier, you’d stop fightin’ this?”
“I dunno…what is this? Beyond helpin’ me with my issue, I mean.”
“That’s what I’d like to explore, Posey.” I bury my face in her neck, sucking her skin and licking up to her ear. “I can’t stop thinkin’ about you. Obsessin’ over you. Cravin’ every inch of you. I know you feel the same. I can see it in your pretty eyes every time you look at me.”
The sexiest whimper releases from her throat.
“Fuck, I wanna kiss you so badly…you have no idea how much I ache to taste your lips. But I won’t cross that line until you beg me for it.”
“Beg you?”
“That’s right, mama.”
She gasps, and I take that as a sign to keep going.
Sliding my hand around her neck, I suck harder on her clavicle. “Kissin’ is intimate to me…it’s more than a hook-up or situationship. So until you decide what you want us to be, my mouth stays below your neck.”
“That’s cruel,” she hisses, pushing her body harder against me.
She’s vibrating for a release.
“Let me taste you, then,” she says, breathing harder between each word.
“You wanna suck me?” My cock twitches at the idea.
“Yes.” She nods feverishly. “And lick your tattoo.”