Chapter 12 – Silas
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SILAS
M ilo and I are waiting in line to get our carts and I hear a screeching woman behind me. I turn and find my sister rushing towards me. She’s a mess, her hair up in a messy bun, she has no makeup on, and she’s in an old t-shirt and cut off shorts. This is so out of character for my sister.
“What the hell, Hazel?”
“Come on. You’re about to lose your woman.”
Fear hits me square in the chest. “What?”
She grabs me and starts tugging on me. “I told her it would take me thirty minutes to find you. I gave you a little time, but you have to get to her. She has it in her head that you don’t care about her.”
“Not care?” Saying the words pierces my heart. What the hell was last night?
“She loves you, Silas, but she’s lost so much in her life, she didn’t want to face losing you on Monday.”
“Why on earth would he lose her on Monday?” Our father asks. I forgot he was there.
“Silas can explain later, but we need to get him to the valet area. I know Georgie. She’s smart and right now she is probably trying to talk Davis into taking her back to the city. And if she does that, you’ll lose her. She will quit. I just know it. She never lies to me, and she lied to me just before I came here. But the one thing she was honest about was loving you.”
It’s then that it hits me. Yes, I love her, and I probably knew it the moment I met her. She’s perfect for me. Smart, sassy, and she doesn’t take herself too seriously. I’m smart but I take myself way to seriously. She makes me feel lighter, happier. That connection I felt the moment I met her was love. After making love, I had those thoughts of keeping her, but I didn’t put the word to the feeling.
I love that crazy woman and I know with every fiber of my soul that I need her in my life.
“Here,” I say, tossing my clubs at Milo.
I start off and Hazel follows hot on my heels.
“You need to go put some clothes on, Hazel,” Milo says, anger in his voice.
“Mind your own bee’s wax, Milo.”
I ignore the back and forth and start off in a dead run. The clubhouse isn’t too far from the resort lobby, so it doesn’t take me that long, and I’m now thankful for all of the running I’ve done over the years. I ignore the strange looks and Momzilla’s comments as I rush past all the women waiting to be seated for the brunch service. I round the corner and see her standing there. She’s waiting by the valet stand. I come to dead halt, which causes my sister to run into me.
“Oof.”
“Sorry about that,” Hazel says with a laugh. “Go get her.”
I hesitate. She left for a reason. Maybe she just doesn’t want to pretend to be my girlfriend anymore. My sister could be mistaken.
“You slept with her last night. I know she was a virgin. She’s had ample opportunity to rid herself of her virginity. Instead, she waited for you. She’s been half in love with you since she started working for us. It’s why I picked her for the mission.”
“What mission? And what on earth are you wearing, Hazel?” Our mother demands. Hazel and I share a secret smile.
“Go get her. Tell her you love her, because I know you do.”
I do. More than anything else in the world, I love her, and I want her in my life.
I step out onto the valet area, which is basically a sidewalk and some benches. She doesn’t sense me, so I walk up quietly behind her. Then, I hear the sniffle, and she wipes something from her face. It breaks my heart. Right then and there I promise myself to never let her cry again. Each little sniffle is like a dagger to my heart.
“Georgie.”
She gasps and turns around. Oh, God. Her face is wet with her tears and her eyes are all puffy and red. My chest feels tight, and I can barely breathe.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home. This was silly.”
“Silly?”
“Yeah…I…don’t feel right doing this anymore.”
“Why? What’s changed?”
She shakes her head, pressing her lips together as if afraid to tell me how she feels. More tears fill her eyes and my heart breaks at the sight.
“According to Hazel, you love me.”
Her eyes narrow at something over my shoulder, and I have a feeling she’s giving my sister the evil eye. “Oh really?”
I nod, not taking my gaze from her beautiful face. I will never get over the fact that this woman who’s gorgeous, bright, and funny is in love with me. I’ll have to spend the rest of my life proving I’m worthy of her.
I cup her face with one hand and slide my other hand to her waist. I urge her closer. My entire body vibrates with need for her, my cock already aching to be back in her juicy cunt.
“It would be good since I love you too.”
Her mouth opens but no sound comes out. Then it snaps shut.
“Nothing to say?”
She presses her lips together, then leans closer so she can whisper to me.
“You’re just saying this to save face.”
I frown down at her, and I know that this is not something we can fight out with an audience. Even without looking around, I know that there are lots of people watching, including my mother and all her friends. I know that I can get Georgie back to our room, but not without an argument and I’m someone who hates to waste time.
I step back and I hate seeing the resignation that fills her expression. Of course, I have plans to fix that and I see no reason to wait. I bend at the waist and set my shoulder against her stomach. Then, I lift her up into a fireman’s hold over my shoulder.
“Silas!”
I ignore her outrage and hold her legs against my chest as I march through the front door of the resort—which my sister holds open for me.
“What are you doing, Silas?” my mother calls out. I don’t answer her, but I hear my sister murmuring to her. Hopefully, she’s informing Momzilla that she’s about to become a mother-in-law and to keep quiet. I make it to the elevator and step onto the lift. Of course, the way today is going, Rachel steps up behind us giving me a look.
“What?”
I don’t even try to sound nice. I have no idea what she did to my sister, but screw Rachel if she thinks I’m gonna be nice to her.
“I just…What are you up to, Silas?”
The angel on my shoulder stiffens at the sound of Rachel’s voice.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
Rachel’s mouth opens a couple times before she snaps it shut. “I have no idea why my mother thought I would want to marry you.”
“I’m rich and your father makes shitty investments.” The doors open and I step out of the lift.
“And he’s too sexy for you,” Georgie yells out as I carry her down the hallway. I get us in our bedroom and march over to the bed. I toss her on the mattress, then cage her in with my body, placing a hand on either side of her head.
“Now, let’s finish our discussion.”
She rolls her eyes. “It isn’t going to change anything.”
“Oh really,” I say, my voice deepening as I press my hardened cock against her pussy. God, I can feel her heat seeping through the layers of clothing.
I watch as she visibly swallows. I don’t want to scare her but when I study her clear green gaze, I don’t see fear. I see need. My heart thumps hard inside of my chest.
“I love you, Georgie. I’ve never said that to anyone other than my family. I’ve never had another woman and I don’t want another one.” Then the way she stiffened when she heard Rachel’s voice has me looking at her. “Do you know what happened with Rachel and my sister? Is that why you got irritated when she spoke?”
She shakes her head, and her gaze moves away from me.
“Nope, you are going to tell me,” I demand.
She sighs. “I heard her and her mother talking about how you weren’t really interested in me. I didn’t know who she was, though. She wasn’t there last night.”
“And?”
Another sigh, the sound so lonely I feel it all the way to the depths of my soul. That’s okay. This is the last time she will ever be lonely in her life.
“Her mother said I wasn’t one of your kind and that you were just sowing your wild oats.”
I am going to have a talk with my mother about that family. I don’t want them at another Prescott function. No one makes my Georgie feel badly.
“First, none of my oats have ever been wild. I mean, can you think I would have some kind of wildness in me?”
“Well, you were kind of wild last night,” she says, a cheeky smile brightening her gorgeous face.
“Only for you, angel.”
Her eyes soften at the endearment. I make a note to always call her angel all the time.
“And who uses that expression anymore? I mean, what century is this?”
She giggles. “I thought the same thing, but then I thought maybe rich people said things like that.”
“If it meant that I could keep you, I would give up all the money in the world.”
“Silas.” Astonishment fills her whispered plea.
“Angel, I don’t care about that woman, or her daughter. Never has another human being understood me like you do.” I cup her face. “I mean it. I love you and I want to marry you.”
“You do?”
I nod, as I lean down and take her bottom lip between my teeth. Sweet, seductive…I will never be able to resist this woman.
“And I will prove it to you.”
Before she questions how, I’m slipping off the bed, and tugging her shorts and soaked panties off her body. I place my hands on her thighs, pushing them further apart. She’s glistening with her desire. I slip two fingers in her. Even after all the time I spent inside of her cunt last night, she’s still tight.
Leaning down, I take her clit into my mouth as I curl my fingers inside of her. She’s hurtling over into an orgasm within seconds, her entire body shivering.
I rise to my feet, tear off my clothes but her giggle stops me.
“What?”
“Well, is this going to be our life? I mean, we did this exactly the same way last night.”
I chuckle—actually chuckled!—as I join her on the bed, naked, covering her body with mine. “I will happily do whatever you want for the rest of our lives.”
Her eyes widen and I nod.
I lean down and kiss her, enjoying the feel of her soft lips and the taste of her sweet mouth. I roll us over the mattress until she is on top of me. She sits up and looks down at me, all her blond curls now a mess.
I’m throbbing against her cunt.
“Take me inside of you.”
I help her as she lifts off me, then slowly descends on my dick. Again, my eyes roll back in my head at the feel of her tight, wet pussy surrounding my cock. It feels like it takes three hours, but I know it is just a few seconds by the time she has me completely inside of her.
I put my hands on her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. I help her set a rhythm, and soon, she knocks my hands away and destroys me. Fast, then slow, with a little twist in her hips.
“Oh, fuck, Georgie,” I groan as she does it again.
I reach forward, pressing my thumb against her clit. With the swivel of her hips, she comes. Watching her from this vantage point, I can see everything. The way she leans her head back as she continues to moan, her beautiful tits, tipped with the most adorable pink nipples, and all of her smooth skin. God, I love this woman.
I grab hold of her hips and hold her still as I thrust into her again and again. A zap of energy shoots down my spine and my balls draw up. In the next instant, I thrust one more time into her and come.
Moments later, she collapses on me.
“Do we need to do anything else today?” She asks, her voice sleepy and happy. It fills my heart with such happiness I have to swallow the lump in my throat.
“No. We can stay like this forever.”
She giggles, the sound light and with us still connected, I feel it everywhere.
“Good.”
A few minutes later, her breathing evens and she drifts off to sleep. I wrap my arms around her and follow her into slumber, content that she is mine forever