Chapter Twenty-One
Posey
Ellie’s one of the most beautiful brides I’ve ever seen. Her golden blonde hair is swept up gracefully underneath a veil and her dress hugs her curves perfectly. But truthfully, it’s Landen everyone was watching.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man weep so much when he saw his future wife walk down the aisle. His deep love for her could be felt throughout the entire room.
Everyone was in tears when he read his vows and then even more after Ellie read hers.
It’s obvious how right they are for each other.
She’s more straightforward and driven while he’s adventurous and playful.
They complement each other so well in making sure they don’t take life too seriously and remember to have fun too.
Halfway through the reception, I’m three champagne glasses gone.
Dinner was delicious and I got to catch up with more cousins and family members.
Even though Silas sat next to Warren on the other side of the table, I tried to keep my gaze off him.
But it was hard since I could sense he was staring at me.
He’s more obvious than I am.
But he looks so good in his black slacks and shirt with a matching black cowboy hat. It’s like he’s trying to get me to combust right here in front of everyone.
“Dance with me.” A shiver runs down my spine when Silas’s deep voice echoes in my ear.
“It’s too soon,” I say over my shoulder. “There’s too many people still here.”
“They’re all ten sheets to the wind.”
I laugh at his ten sheets joke and mocking me when I was drunk.
“No one’s payin’ attention, baby. C’mon…” He holds out his hand, and I reluctantly take it, glancing from side to side to see if anyone’s watching. But he’s right. Everyone’s drinking or talking in their own circles.
A popular slow song plays and when Silas pulls me into his chest, I wrap my arms behind his neck. His palms grip above my ass, holding firm.
“In case I haven’t told you eight million times tonight, you look stunnin’ in this dress. I’ve had a hard time not starin’ and imaginin’ my tongue lickin’ up that naughty slit on your thigh.”
“Why do you think I wanted to wear it so badly?” I bite my lower lip. “I knew how much you’d wanna rip it off me.”
“Posey…” he growls, pushing his hips into me so I can feel his hardened length. “You better be careful.”
We’ve fooled around nonstop. And it’s been nothing short of amazing. Each time he gives me an orgasm or I give him one is a serotonin shot directly into my brain. But I’m ready for more.
I want to feel those piercings inside me and connect with him in a way I never had before.
Silas makes me feel things that are completely new.
The constant rush of emotions anytime he’s near.
The way my heart feels like bursting when he calls me baby, love, or mama.
The wild part inside me that only he’s been able to activate in a way that doesn’t feel wrong or foreign.
My feelings for him get stronger and stronger each day and even if we can’t go public, I don’t want to wait any longer to give all of myself to him.
“I read somethin’ the other day that had me wantin’ to try it, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be on board or not.”
“A…sexual thing?”
I nod, feel my cheeks heat and am almost too embarrassed to talk about it.
“I’m gonna almost always be on board for anythin’ with you.”
“Well…I dunno if guys actually like it or not, or if it’s only good for the woman, but it’s where I’d sit on your face while you eat me out. Sounds kinda dangerous, to be honest but…”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” he blurts, blowing out a breath. “Yeah, we’re gonna need to leave soon. Fake a sickness, break a bone, I don’t care.”
I stifle a laugh, glancing down to see the tent pitched in his black slacks.
“So you like that idea, then?”
“Are you kiddin’? If I could have you sit on my face for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I would.”
“Not that I’m complainin’, but I think you enjoy eatin’ pussy more than most men.”
At least in my experience. The guys I’ve dated got bored after five minutes, then would come up for air and ask, did you cum?
No asshole, I’m still dry.
“I enjoy it ’cause it’s your pussy.” He smirks devilishly.
“Not only do you taste so fuckin’ good and smell so damn sweet, but I love how you react.
You practically rip out my hair and squeeze my head with your thighs.
The little whimpers you make when you’re so damn close but don’t think you can last any longer are my favorite.
Then, when you’re right there and one more lick sends you over the edge, I nearly cum in my pants at how loud you moan. So yeah…I love eatin’ your pussy.”
I’m practically panting like a dog in heat by the time he finishes.
“Okay, yeah. We need to go.”
“Wait, I forgot to show you somethin’ earlier.”
He reaches into the collar of his shirt and pulls out a silver chain with the letter P hanging from it.
My mouth pops open.
“You actually got one? Already?”
“Of course. And I got it engraved with your name on the long part of the letter.”
Taking it between my fingers, I inch closer to see the tiny script letters.
“You have no idea how sexy I find this.”
I’m already picturing him naked on top of me with it hanging down between us.
Yeah, we gotta leave now.
I pull him off the dance floor and grab my clutch, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone since I’ll see them tomorrow at brunch. It’s where the immediate family gets together hungover, eats carbs, drinks mimosas and watches the bride and groom open their gifts.
“Silas.”
Warren’s voice makes us both turn, probably looking guilty as hell.
“Hey, what’s up?” Silas asks, casually covering his groin area with his hands.
“Aundrea’s here.”
“What?” Silas and I say in unison.
“Yeah, she’s outside. We wouldn’t let her in since she’s not on the guest list, but she said she figured you’d be here and wanted to talk to you.”
“Fuck.” Silas shakes his head.
“I tried tellin’ her to leave, but she said she wouldn’t until she sees you. I didn’t want her to cause a scene, so I told her I’d come get ya.”
“Can I punch her?” I ask. “Just once?”
“No,” Warren says. “Any other time or place would be fine but not here.”
I roll my eyes. What a fun-sucker.
“Tell her I’ll be out there in a minute.”
Warren nods, glancing between us, then walks away.
“I hate her,” I say matter-of-factly.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna get rid of her.”
“Like…” I slice my finger across my neck. “Or?”
Silas looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Maybe I have.
“What? You said get rid of her like some mafia cowboy, so I was just checkin’. And ’cause I was offerin’ to help carry the body.”
He barks out a soothing laugh. “No, I’ll handle it. She can’t stand rejection and that’s why she’s threatenin’ to make a scene.”
“Fine. But if you aren’t back in eight minutes, I’m comin’ out with my heels ready to stab a bitch.”
They’re five inches, so they could do some damage if I threw them hard enough.
“Okay, calm down, Ninja Warrior. Stay here.”
He quickly kisses the top of my head before walking out the door.
I’m anything but calm as I sit at the table and tap my feet. Luckily, Bellamy comes over and forces me onto the dance floor, which is a nice distraction. Since she already knows about us, I tell her where he is.
“Well, she can’t fight both of us. Let’s go.” She nods toward the exit.
“No, I’m gonna trust Silas to handle it. He knows what he’s doin’.”
“You’re right. He’s obsessed with you.” She makes a disgusted face. “It’s gross, really.”
I playfully push her. “No, it’s not!”
We continue dancing for three more songs before I spot Silas out of the corner of my eye, standing with Warren and Colton, actively trying not to stare at me. But I catch him.
“I’m gonna go,” I say in her ear so she can hear me above the loud music. “Cover for me.”
I’m dying to know what happened with Aundrea.
“Alright, but you owe me!”
“I will!” I give her a quick hug before grabbing my heels and clutch from the chair I set them on. Without saying a word, I glance at Silas who’s already watching me.
I tilt my head toward the exit, then walk out.
We came together, but I don’t need to give Warren anymore reason to suspect us. Hell, maybe he already does, but I think he would’ve told Silas by now if he did.
Silas jumps in the truck less than two minutes later, hauls me out of my seat and pulls me onto his lap. Before I can even open my mouth to ask what the hell he’s doing, his lips are on mine.
“I waited six hours to do that,” he breathes out, kissing his way down my jaw and neck. “I want you outta this dress the minute we get home.”
“I’ll do you one better and take it off now.”
He can tell me what happened with his ex later. Right now, all I want to focus on is him.
“Unless you want me to drive us into a tree, you need to wait.”
“Fine. Then drive, cowboy.” I flick his hat. “’Cause I only want you in this and that chain.”