Chapter 24 #2
Silently screaming into the pillow, clenching around him, pleasure ripping through me in devastating waves, I come undone. He follows seconds later, teeth sinking into my shoulder to muffle his own sounds, spilling hot lashes of cum inside me.
We collapse together on the cheap motel bed. Both panting, both shaking. His weight pins me to the mattress and I've never felt safer in my entire life.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Baby, you okay?"
I flutter my eyelashes open. "More than okay."
He pulls out carefully, mindful of how battered my body must be. My whole vagina does feel a bit used and abused, but I don't mind in the least. I asked him to fuck me into the mattress and he absolutely did just that. A contented, groggy smile snags on my lips.
Sliding a hand between my legs, he explores my pussy with gentle fingers. When I realize that he's touching the white dribble of his cum where it seeps out of my pussy, I try to close my legs.
"Silas!" It comes out half-strangled. "What are you doing?"
He pushes my legs apart again, seeming transfixed. His look is intense as he starts pushing all his cum back inside my body, stuffing it in my pussy with two fingers. "I've never been with a woman bare before."
"Are you crazy?" I ask.
When his gaze snaps to mine, sizzling hot, he grunts. "Don't think so." He licks the tip of his index finger and moans. "We taste so good together. Try it."
He puts his fingers to my lips, as if this is perfectly normal. Being with only one other guy means maybe it is normal, but it seems weird. I grip Si's hand tentatively, my tongue darting out to taste the glistening liquid. It's earthy and sharp and salty, pungent on my taste buds.
He's right. We do taste good together. Making eye contact with Silas, I pull his fingers into my mouth again and suck. Desire flares bright in his eyes.
"You are the perfect woman, aren't you?"
My cheeks flush and I drop his gaze. Si lets it go, rolling us so I'm tucked against his chest. His hand finds the mark on my shoulder where he bit down and traces it with gentle fingers.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No." I turn my head to look at it in the mirror across from the bed. The bite mark is deep. Dark red. I’ll definitely bruise. "I like it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, Si." I kiss his jaw. "I want everyone to know I'm yours."
Something in his expression goes soft and vulnerable in a way I've never seen. "You mean that?"
"Every word."
He kisses me then. Sweet this time, tender instead of claiming. "You're perfect. You know that?"
"I'm really not."
"You are to me."
An hour later, we finally manage to get out of bed and into the small shower.
The shower is so small that there's no way we can both fit, so I let him go first. When it's my turn, I quickly wash, then climb out, wrapping myself in not one, not two, but three itty-bitty hotel towels.
Wiping off the foggy mirror, I see Si's bite mark on my shoulder.
Doing a quick check finds a matching set of dark bruises blooming on my hips.
Evidence. Proof that I'm wanted. Claimed. His.
I trace the bite mark with my fingertips, smiling at my reflection.
Silas appears in the doorway. Still naked, hair damp from the shower. His eyes go dark as they track over my marked body.
"See something you like?" I tease.
"Always." He steps closer and drops a kiss to my bare shoulder. "How are you feeling about yesterday? You know, your dad and... all of it."
The question makes my chest go tight. "I don't know. Sad, I guess. Angry. I can't save him from himself and it kills me." I lean into his touch. "And that you were there. You saw where I come from. And you haven't run away..."
"Never." He turns me around, lifting my chin and forcing me to meet his stormy blue-gray gaze. "I'll never run. Now that I've let you in, the trick is going to be getting me out."
I huff a breathy laugh. "Even when I actually am too much? When I hover and pester and smother people?"
"Especially then." He kisses my forehead. "Because that's not smothering, Scout. That's how you show love. And anyone who can't see the difference doesn't deserve you in their life."
Tears sting my eyes. "How are you so good at saying exactly what I need to hear?"
"Honestly? I don't know. It's so hard for me to..." He pauses, waving a hand. "Talk to people. Everyone thinks I'm frozen like a block of ice, but really, I just don't know what to say."
"You're not made of ice. I have several hickeys that prove it." I smile up at him. “Want to see who can get dressed the fastest?”
We drive home late in the afternoon. The rain has finally stopped, leaving everything clean and bright. I watch the scenery pass through the passenger window, feeling lighter than I have in weeks despite the emotional devastation of yesterday.
"Thank you," I say quietly. "For coming with me. For staying. I really needed everything you did."
Si shrugs a shoulder. "You don't have to thank me for that, Scout."
"I do, though. You didn't have to drive all the way up here. You didn't have to stay in that terrible motel. But you did anyway, and it meant everything to me."
His hand finds mine across the center console and laces our fingers together. "You matter to me, Scout. If something is important to you, then I'll do my best to help."
He's so sweet. How could anybody think that Silas is anything but an overgrown teddy bear?
I joke, "Even my broken, depressed dad who can't see past his own grief enough to actually parent?"
"He's your dad." He glances at me. "But we should figure out a better situation than what he's got now. He can't stay in that house. You cleaned the living room and made a dent in the beer cans and newspapers accumulating there. But what about the upstairs? I hate to imagine it, Scout."
I push out a frustrated breath.
"I know. My sister and I have been talking about it for months. We just don't know how to make him leave. He won't listen to us."
"Then we make it impossible for him to stay."
"What do you mean?"
"Find him a place closer to Seattle. Somewhere with built-in support. People around him who can check in. And we move him whether he likes it or not."
I stare at him. "You'd help with that? That's a huge undertaking."
"Yeah. Of course I'd help. I'd do the whole move by myself if I needed to."
"Silas, that's a lot to take on. You don't have to..."
"I want to." His voice is firm and final.
"So bossy," I murmur. I flush and look away, trying to repress a shudder. When he uses that tone on me, it reminds me of him being dominant, telling me to be quiet, commanding me to lick his cum off his fingers.
By the time we get back to the condo, I can’t wait to be out of the car. Being exhausted down to my bones, wrung out emotionally and physically consumes me. But in a good way somehow? I feel as though I’ve gone through something hard and come out the other side.
Silas pulls me against his chest.
"My bed," he says. "Right now."
"It's only two o'clock."
"I don't care. You need rest."
I don't argue. He takes my hand and leads me to his bed, where I just let him tuck me in like I'm something precious. When he joins me under the covers, I curl into his side.
"Silas?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you. For today. For all of it. For being exactly what I needed."
His arms tighten around me. "Anytime. I mean that."
I want to say more, but instead I just hold him tighter, breathing in cedar soap and clean skin. This is so warm and nice. I’m intoxicated just by hanging out with him.
Drifting off in his arms, I push away the small voice whispering Enzo's poison.
Not now. Not when things feel this good.