18. Silas
EIGHTEEN
SILAS
PRESENT
Natty didn’t expect me to remain in the Stone Riders clubhouse with her.
I could tell when I walked her up to her room, and then dropped my duffle bag to the floor. Her green eyes narrowed on it, her pink lips fell into a thin line and then she toyed with the ends of her hair. It was what she did when she had to rethink a scenario.
She used to do it a ton when we were younger and used to have competitions. Spelling, board games, or frog hunting. There were always things we were trying to best each other at. But this wasn’t a game. It was her life, and I needed her to realize that I wasn’t playing around.
I needed her to stay here and be safe. If she needed me here for a few days to drill that home, then I’d stay.
Her little attempt at freedom did not go over well with me and the fissures still radiating in my chest were a reminder that every single day this woman could and likely would ruin me.
I had no idea what she did with the Chaos Kings, or why she was there. I knew she had a link to Giles from when he’d lived here in the Stone Riders club. I assumed there was a connection to her showing up there a week after I had left her, but I wasn’t worried enough to ask just yet. Currently I was focused on the fact that we had to move Natty out of this room.
As much as I hated the idea, and I knew she would as well, it had to be done. Fable had been in here, and there was no way she’d ever relax enough to be comfortable here again. She proved as much when I lifted her dress up over her hip and began tracing a finger over the silk covering her cunt.
She had gently shoved me away with a shudder while casting a glance up at the window. Even under the blankets, she had whispered that she felt like he was watching or listening to her.
As the early shades of dawn crept into the room, she woke like an eager sunflower awaiting the first drop of sunlight. She smiled at me with that grin that said she was still trying to find a way to undermine me being here. Still she kissed me then quickly dressed in a sundress. On her feet, she wore a pair of boots, and her hair, she pulled back into a braid.
Like a fucking puppy, I followed her downstairs where she pulled on a black apron over her dress, it was blank, but I stared at it wondering if I could somehow add a property patch there too.
Property of The Roman would look really fucking good stretched across her breast.
“You going to help me?” She gave me a coy smile while pulling out different canisters and spices.
I’d never baked a day in my life. I’d watched her bake a thousand times while she worked at The Drip, but I had never been this close to her while she did it.
“Wouldn’t know where to begin.”
She held her hand out. “For starters, you just stand next to me…and if you don’t want flour all over your somber black clothes, then find an apron over there.”
I turned away from her, finding the spot she’d indicated. The Stone Riders kitchen was well-lit with long counters stretching along the sides and a massive butcher block counter in the middle. A myriad of smaller stainless-steel tables were holding wrapped loaves of bread, all piled as if they were ready for delivery .
Tying the apron off, I walked back over to Natty and stood next to her.
“What’s with all the bread?”
Natty peered over my shoulder and a sad smile slid along her mouth. “Long story…but Red should be in here baking right now…I’m curious where she is.”
I didn’t care enough to ask any follow-up questions. This life she had in the Stone Riders club was important to her, so I tried to make it important to me, but honestly, I just didn’t give a fuck about this place or anyone in it. I felt like I had to share my wife with them, and for that alone, I detested this place.
“What do I do first?”
Natty set a bowl in front of me and a canister of flour. “Sift this for me.”
She showed me how to hold the metal sifter and the mechanics of pouring in the flour. Once I had it down, I did as she’d instructed and watched as she worked. It was quiet and serene while she moved, and when it was time for me to move onto mixing wet ingredients, I did so without question, all while I remained transfixed by her.
There came a time when she had to open a new bag of flour, and instead of reaching for a knife from the butcher block, she slid her hand under the bar and produced a familiar knife that I had once gifted to her. The sight of it had my eyes narrowing.
“Is that…”
She slid the blade through the bag, the black handle with the grim reaper engraved on the butt gleamed under the lights.
With a breathy voice, she muttered, “The knife you fucked me with when we were nineteen?”
That was the night she became my wife…it wasn’t something I could easily forget.
I watched her, not confirming or denying.
With a smirk, she flipped the blade around, showing me the thickness of the handle. I remembered how it had fit around her puffy, gleaming pussy as she bucked her hips against it. The handle was large enough that it got her off, and I knew she’d kept it but fuck…to have it here, in this kitchen and something she touched nearly every day .
I took the blade from her and stuck the tip into the butcher block.
“Yes, that one. Do you use it often?”
Her hips turned, making her face me. Her left hand trailed up my chest as she leaned closer to me. “I use it in the kitchen, but every now and then, when I get lonely, I’ll take it upstairs, wrap the sharp tip with a towel and use the butt the same way you did.”
Adrenaline surged through me at her sultry, playful tone.
Gripping her jaw, I pulled her in close enough that my lips were at her ear. “Do you think of me when you do it?”
She nodded while letting out an airy gasp. “Always.”
That was the last straw for me. Slipping out of the apron I’d put on, I shifted, holding her hips so they kissed the counter. Her hands came down, gripping the edge as a white plume of flour dusted the front of her apron.
“Silas.” She breathed a warning, as I gently pushed on her back and forced her chest to rest against the counter, the bowl of wet ingredients tipped to the side, and a few eggs rolled out of the way, falling to the floor and cracking as I held her there.
My hand slid under her dress, lifting it so I could see her ass. She wore a pink thong, which slid up right through the center of her crack, leaving the skin of her toned, surprisingly tan ass on display.
“You outside sunbathing where men can see you, Caelum?”
Her hands shifted, making a few more eggs fall near my boots.
“What?”
I pressed my thumb into the shape outlined against her skin. “You have a tiny white heart on your ass, Natty. Like you placed a little marker there to see how dark you’re getting.”
She swatted my hand away and turned to get a look at what I was seeing.
Her green eyes slid up, leveling me with a glare. “Pen has a great private terrace that gets a lot of sun. Laura joined us one time and brought these cute little cutouts to use.”
My mind was going crazy with images of Killian and Jameson seeing Natty in a bathing suit…based on her tan line, a very revealing one that shows mo st of her ass.
“We’re always alone when we sunbathe…no one sees us, don’t worry.”
That helped settle a dangerous monster brimming under my skin.
“You’re going to stay perfectly still, just like this while I kneel behind you and taste you. Do you understand, Caelum?”
“Silas, what if someone…”
I pulled her hair back, arching her neck, while pushing my leg in between hers. She let out a breathy moan as I pressed my knee there.
“I don’t care who walks in here, or if they see me fucking you, but I’ll be a gentleman and kneel, so no one sees me. I’ll use your dress as a cover if needed.”
“Now, you’ll have to be quiet, so I’m going to have you bite down on the butt of that handle you like to fuck occasionally. Can you do that for me?”
She gave a swift nod, and I pulled the knife up and gently placed the butt of the handle between her teeth until she bit down.
“Good girl.”
Stroking a hand down the expanse of her ass, I slowly dropped to one knee while I worshiped her. I spread her cheeks wide, forcing her thong to the side as I settled my tongue against the tight space I’d been thinking about since I first flipped up her dress.
She let out a low whine as I began pushing my tongue around the tight hole while my fingers began rubbing slow circles into her clit. Her pussy already soaked my digits as I brushed along her silky slit. While I was ravenous to taste her, there was something so perfect about having her just like this, with her ass spread wide for me and my tongue teasing her.
Another moan slipped through her clenched teeth as something shifted and dropped from the counter. She was adjusting her grip while rocking back into my face.
I moved so my thumb remained in position over her hole and then my mouth lowered to her pussy. It was me that let loose a groan as my tongue traced a long line up her soaking lips, all that wetness now in my mouth as I closed around her clit and sucked.
She was shaking above me as I worked her messily and loudly. Her ass was still spread, my hands going to either side, so I had a clear view of her. She was gleaming with surrender, and I lapped up every fucking drop.
She made a squeaking sound as she squirmed, her hips moving, as if they were desperate for purchase, so I added my open palm to cover her pussy while I licked along the expanse of her crack.
She fucked my hand while I licked and rotated my fingers against her.
My cock swelled in my jeans, precum leaked, making me uncomfortable and wet. I needed to fuck her.
I quickly stood, hovering over her back as I began unbuttoning my jeans, and whispered near her ear.
“You going to suck my cock, and let me finish down that pretty throat of yours, or are you going to let me fill your cunt up?”
Her hands shifted, pushing more things away from her space as she spit out the handle of the knife.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Silas.”
I shoved the fingers I’d fucked her with between her lips, covering her mouth while I gripped my cock and slid home, filling her core to the brim with my thickness.
She froze as I pulled out, watching as every gleaming inch left the apex of her thighs and then I relished how tight she felt as I pushed forward again. Her hips rocked against the counter, and a moan left her chest as she shook under me.
We were both barely hanging on by a thread, and I knew the Stone Riders could all be waking, any of them coming in at any moment. But fucking in a motorcycle club wasn’t a foreign concept in these places; most people just lowered their gaze and kept moving.
I pulled Natty’s hair, lifting her chest while I began thrusting my hips forward. She was moaning and screaming against my hand as I moved faster and pushed in harder. The entire counter shook as we fucked. The way her ass looked with my engorged cock sliding in and out of her pussy as I took her was enough to send me over the edge.
She bit down on my fingers right as I came, gripping her hips in a vise. Her inner walls tightened around me, and right as she came, screaming my name, I removed my hand so everyone could hear her .
She was panting, and I was smirking while I pulled out of her, and slowly slid her thong back into place.
“Keep baking, Caelum. Make me something sweet while my cum slides between your thighs and makes them sticky. When I eat this delicious treat, I want to think about how you’ve carried me with you, feeling it with every move you’ve made. I want to look at you and know you’re remembering how good my cock felt inside you, and how devastating my tongue felt.”
“Fuck, Silas.” She breathed, trying to adjust her apron, and wipe it clean.
“Next time you wear that apron, it’ll have my patch on it, and you’ll be naked under it, riding my cock.”
Her smile was slow, warm and completely mine.
“Then you better make sure we’re in our very own house.”
Killian and Wes had left their club in the hands of Jameson King, who was not my biggest fan and liked to remind me of that fact as often as he could. It had been a few days since I returned with Natty, and he’d been glaring at me like he was sucking on a fucking lemon ever since.
I approached the porch he was perched on, while he was drinking a cup of coffee, looking tired as fuck.
“You even fit to babysit this club?” I pushed past him with a slight shove to his shoulder.
He let out a sigh as he followed me back into the club.
“My wife is currently talking to your…” He paused, scrunching his brows together. “What is Natty to you again? Your girlfriend, victim…you never have clarified.”
“Just mine, don’t need to clarify shit for you. Where are they?”
Jameson looked up, indicating Natty’s room. “They have Connor up there with them.”
That was his way of warning me not to go up.
Ignoring him, I stalked toward the stairs, but Jameson called at my back. “You can’t leave Death Raiders in the club like that. We can move Natty to the cabin, but it’s going to be a problem for them to stay in here. Killian won’t allow it.”
I turned back toward him, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
“Then Killian can tell me that. I’m not listening to your babysitter bullshit; you’ve got no authority here.”
“It’s too many fucking Death Raiders, Silas.”
I took a step closer. “Fable made his way into your club, Jameson. Through your guards and your walls. Don’t talk to me about having my men in here.”
I took another step toward the club while Jameson looked as though he was grinding glass.
“I’m not doing anything because of my respect for Natty, but don’t test me, Silas. Roman or not, I’ll go toe to toe with you.”
Natty chose that moment to exit the club, her brows raised in surprise as she took both of us in.
I muttered to the former Chaos King, “My men stay.”
Jameson peered over my shoulder to where his wife and son were now exiting, and then leaned closer, lowering his voice.
“She’s my wife’s best friend. I don’t want her to go, but surely you can see that this won’t work. You’re not a Stone Rider. You never will be.”
I tipped my chin toward her. “No I’m not, but she is.”
Natty and Penelope weren’t close enough to hear us, but they’d begun whispering together.
Jameson’s glare cut through me and landed on Natty. “Yes, she is, so trust us to keep her safe. We protect our own.”
I returned his glacial expression, not worrying about lowering my voice as Natty drew closer.
“Yet Fable still got into her room.”
Jameson’s eyes tapered. “Then you might need to make a decision. Because we can’t coexist.”
This was all bullshit I already knew and felt, but my options were limited. However, I wouldn’t be leaving Natty unprotected any time soon.
I could try and explain it to Jameson. How there was a hole in my heart from the last time I did that .
Would I leave her to keep her safe, or would I stay and force her to lose the only place she ever called home?
While there wasn’t a way that I’d ever let her go, there was a tiny piece of my heart that had already accepted that I needed to make up for what she’d been put through. Her having a happy and fulfilling place to call home with a family is all she’s ever deserved.
If it meant she’d have to see me go in order to have that, I’d give it to her in a heartbeat.
I didn’t get a chance to respond because when I went to open my mouth, there was a loud rumbling of engines that began echoing down the long drive.
We all turned in unison to see that Killian and Wes had returned, their men were with them and on the back of Wes Ryan’s bike was a familiar looking woman. But it was the man wearing the full-face helmet on the back of one of the other members’ bikes that caught my eye.
I saw his tattoos first, the ones I hadn’t removed yet. Then I noticed his missing hand that was slung to the side of his body in a sling. Why the fuck had they brought my brother here?
I caught Natty’s confused expression as she watched them approach. I was about to walk over to her and take her hand, when she lunged from the porch and ran toward the group.