19. Gwen
CHAPTER 19
GWEN
M y eyeballs appear gigantic in my face. Maybe it has something to do with being stunned by the turn of events that have transpired tonight. Or maybe it’s because he gave me the orgasm of my life—so far anyway. I’m looking forward to the next one to see if he outdoes himself.
I find the toothbrush under the sink, give my teeth a good, long brushing, and wipe my face on his hand towel. When I leave the bathroom, he meets me in front of the bed.
“Here’s something for you to sleep in. Unless you prefer to be naked.” He waggles his eyebrows.
I take the clothes from him. “Thank you.”
“I’ll be right back.” He walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I slip the t-shirt over my head and shove my arms through the sleeves. It hangs low enough to be a dress on me. I don’t even need the boxer briefs, but I tug them on anyway. I’m not used to sleeping naked, at least not yet. With any luck, that’s something Silas can help me with.
I’m sitting on the edge of the bed when he exits the bathroom. “Could I borrow your phone? I don’t know where mine is and I need to let my stepmom know not to expect me home.”
“Sure. Let me go grab it.” He leaves the room and I fall back onto the bed, smiling up at the ceiling like I’ve lost my mind.
What a night!
When Silas returns, I sit up. “I found your phone, and Dove too.” He passes it off to me, and I notice my furry friend next to him. “Go lay down,” he tells her, and she drops down onto the rug.
“Thank you for grabbing my phone. I just realized I don’t know my stepmom’s cell number off the top of my head anyway.”
He laughs. “Yeah, I don’t know anyone’s numbers anymore, but I can still remember my childhood phone number.”
I nod. “Me too. Okay, excuse me for one second.” I pull up my contacts and open a new text.
I’m staying over at a friend’s tonight, so I won’t be home.
Maeve: What should I tell your dad when he asks which friend?
That I’m an adult who makes solid decisions and you don’t know.
Have fun.
I already am.
I close out of everything on my phone and rise to my feet. The gray area rug is soft under my feet as I deliver my phone to his dresser. I retrace my steps back to the bed and pause next to it. “Which side do you sleep on?”
“The left.” Silas removes his shorts and his t-shirt, leaving him in a pair of black boxer briefs that hug his thick thighs like a second skin. That’s not the only thick thing they’re hugging.
“My eyes are up here,” he says, laughing.
Blood suffuses my cheeks, flushing them a bright pink. “I’m sorry.”
He stretches his arms out wide. “I was joking. You can look as much as you like, baby.”
I turn my head, avoiding eye contact with any part of his body. “Nope. I’m never looking again.” I slip under the covers on the right side and pull them up over my face.
I feel his side of the mattress depress before the covers are yanked down to my waist. I squeal and he pounces on me.
“You’re not going to look, huh? I bet I can change your mind.” He kneels between my legs and flexes his muscles. He moves smoothly through various poses, making me think he’s had some practice at this. It’s like I’m getting my own private show. And, damn, does he look mighty fine. He really is fire. I might even be drooling a little.
“I thought you weren’t going to look,” he says, smirking.
“How can I not, with such a gorgeous specimen posing for me? Are you trying to seduce me?”
“Baby, if I was, you’d know it. You’d already be naked.” He slips from between my legs to lie down on his side of the bed.
“Well, I have nothing to say except I’m disappointed I’m not naked.”
He laughs. “We’ll get there, don’t worry. But for now, you need some sleep. I can’t have my favorite student being overtired.”
“Aww, and it didn’t even take me that long to gain that status.”
“What do you expect? I couldn’t resist you. I was doomed from the moment I first looked into your stunning eyes. I think you hypnotized me or cast some spell on me.”
I sigh dramatically. “If only I were so powerful.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself. I’ve always been able to do everything I set my mind to, and you’re the exception to that.”
“What do you mean? I’m here.”
“I was trying my damndest not to give in to my feelings for you, but I failed. But failing never felt so good.” He reaches over, shutting off the nightstand lamp. When he settles flat on his back, he lifts his arm. “Come here, baby. I want to hold you while we fall asleep.”
I scoot over and his arm hooks around me, keeping me close. His heart beat is steady underneath my ear and his skin smells so manly. “What kind of soap do you use?”
“Dr. Squatch, wood barrel bourbon scent.”
“It smells wonderful. I’m going to shower here tomorrow so I can smell like you all day.”
He groans, reaching down to adjust himself. “Behave.”
“Fine. Goodnight, Silas.”
“Goodnight, Gwen.”
I close my eyes and let the sound of his heart soothe me to sleep like a lullaby. Right before I drift off, I hear him whisper, “I’m crazy about you.”
As I come awake, Silas dots kisses along my neck. His warm palm glides from my stomach to my hip and down to my outer thigh before sweeping back up to my stomach. That same hand dips inside the front of the boxer briefs I’m wearing, and the fingertips trail downward. I part my thighs, hooking my leg back over Silas’s, giving him free rein to do what he’d like.
He makes a growling sound and cups his hand between my legs. “This is mine.”
“Mhmm,” say.
His palm grinds into me. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.”
His fingertips are feather soft as they skim along, tracing over every inch of flesh between my legs. The light touch is surprisingly arousing, and when he slips a finger inside me, he groans. “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He draws his hand back, and when he thrusts forward again, he pushes a second digit into me, rubbing my G-spot. “Little Miss Dangerous has a tight little pussy.”
I grab on to his arm. “Don’t stop.”
His fingers sweep back and forth inside me.
“I’m not stopping until you come all over my hand.” He’s unrelenting, driving me higher until he wrings a body-shaking orgasm from me. He withdraws his fingers from me, slipping them between his lips and sucking them clean. Then he leans down and captures my lips. When his tongue teases mine, I taste myself, and oddly, I don’t hate it.
He draws back from our kiss, licking his lips. “Do you like tasting yourself?”
I nod. But all I can think about is getting his clothes off and what he’ll feel like inside me. “We should get naked.”
He groans. “How are you so fucking perfect?” He yanks the boxers off of me in no time flat. While he removes his own, I slip the t-shirt over my head and lie on my back, waiting. He climbs between my thighs, and I feel every hard inch of him resting against the apex of my legs. He’s big. Longer and much thicker than my ex was.
“Christ, you’re even more stunning in the morning light,” he says. “Touch yourself for me.”
I don’t know if he wants me to get right to it or take my time, so I raise my hands to my breasts, cupping each one, and sweep my thumbs over my nipples. While my hands are occupied, he slides the underside of his cock along my slit until the head rubs over my clit. Then he draws back along the same path before pushing forward again. My orgasm left me dripping wet and slippery. I hear slick sounds as he glides back and forth between my lips.
“That feels so good,” I tell him.
“Not as good as getting inside you will. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Oh thank Christ.” He grips his cock, pressing the head to my entrance, and slowly pushes inside. I hiss air from between my lips at the burning intrusion, but he moves slowly, inching forward. When he’s finally buried inside me, I wrap my legs around him, resting my feet in the small of his back. He holds still, allowing me time to adjust, but I can tell by the tension in his jaw and the rigid muscles in his neck that he’s struggling to hold back.
“Move, Silas.”
Taking hold of my hands, he threads our fingers together and presses them to the mattress on either side of my head. His mouth briefly fuses with mine before he starts to move his hips in a circular motion, grinding into my clit. His eyes stare into mine with an intensity of emotion I’ve never seen from him before. But I understand it because this feels like so much more than sex, so much deeper. With each slow stroke, he’s not only making love to me, he’s embedding himself permanently in my heart. And when my orgasm hits, I know I’m forever changed.
His hips thrust twice more before he follows me over the edge. Every muscle in his torso and arms goes rigid and his grip tightens on mine. The muscles in his neck stand out in bold relief, as if they’re ready to break through his skin. And then he goes limp, lying on top of me. His ragged breaths bathe the side of my neck in heat and echo in my ear.
Sliding my hands free from his, I wrap my arms around him and stroke the back of his head. I’ve never been so relaxed and energized at the same time. And my heart has never felt so full of emotion. He presses a soft kiss to my neck before raising his head. My hands fall to his shoulders, kneading the muscles. He’s beautiful in every way.
“Gwen.” His expression is tender as he stares down at me. “That was indescribable.” He husks the words out, as if he still hasn’t fully recovered. Or maybe he’s dealing with the same emotional overload I am.
“It was perfect.”
He brushes a soft kiss on my lips and shifts to the side of me, propping his head on his fist. “What are your plans for today?”
“To be naked in bed with you.”
“I like those plans. I was thinking since it’s going to be such a beautiful day and not too humid, I should grill some burgers and dogs.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“Would you mind if I invite my sister and her husband? I really want you to meet Taylor.”
If he wants me to meet his sister, he must be thinking of a future with me.
I smile. “I’d love to meet her.”
He points at the ceiling. “I’ll invite Thing 1 and Thing 2 also.”
I laugh. “From what I’ve witnessed, they’d show up regardless.”
“They do make a habit of that.” His fingers skim back and forth along the curve of my waist. “We should probably get up. I’ll make you breakfast and then I’ll know you’ve eaten.”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t turn down meals when other people cook them.”
He rolls over and climbs from the bed while I continue to lie there. He slips his boxer briefs on. “Are you wanting breakfast in bed?”
“No. But I’m afraid to move. I know there’s a giant wet spot and I don’t want to hit it.”
He laughs as he walks around the bed to my side. He scoops me straight up into his arms and into the bathroom. He sets me on my feet and closes the door.
I take a shower and follow through using his soap. It may backfire on me, though, because it’s already reminding me how amazing he smells.
When I leave the bathroom, the sheets have already been stripped and I smell the aroma of bacon.
My clothes are scattered throughout his living room, so I throw the boxers and t-shirt from last night back on and then head toward the kitchen.
Silas standing in front of the stove in only his boxer briefs is a sight to see.
Talk about buns of steel.
I walk straight to him, wrap my arms around his waist, and press a kiss to the middle of his back. “That smells amazing. I didn’t realize how hungry I was.” Releasing my hold, I get busy setting out plates, silverware, and napkins while he finishes cooking.
“There’s juice in the fridge,” he says, peering over his shoulder to send me a soft smile.
I pour us each a glass as he plates our meal. We sit next to each other at the island, and we’re just digging into our bacon and eggs when Thing 1 and Thing 2 appear.
“We smelled bacon and it called us here,” Caleb says.
Silas points to the stove. “There’s extra, and eggs too.”
“Bonus,” Gavin shouts with a pump of his fist.
Silas places a hand on my leg and squeezes, as if to say he’s sorry.
I smile to show I’m okay with the unexpected company.
“Thank you for breakfast.”
“Even if it’s not what I intended it to be?”
“Yep. Even if. I’ll take any time I can get.”
He rubs the tip of his nose across mine and whispers, “Little Miss Dangerous is the best.”