Chapter Twenty-Six – Silus
When Thea starts kissing my neck, I have some serious doubts that I’ll make it to the bedroom. Feeling those soft lips on the crook of my neck ignites a fire deep within me that only she can put out, not to mention make my cock hard. Walking up the creaky wooden stairs is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done in my life—and that includes agreeing to a temporary truce with Cormac O’Connor.
We’ll see how it goes. I’m still pretty pissed at his kidnapping of Thea. That isn’t something a man like me can get over, not when the girl in question is everything.
And she is. Thea Hill is everything to me. I never could have known the night she sauntered over to me and asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend that we’d end up like this—after a few bouts of kidnapping, of course. I will never, ever let this girl go.
She’s mine. My everything. My fiancé. My future wife.
The old owner left some of her furniture in the house; I offered to buy some of it, and since she was pushing seventy and ready to move somewhere closer to her kids, she was more than willing to part with it. The furniture set in the bedroom is old, but the mattress and sheets on the bed are all new.
I drop Thea on the bed, and the girl bounces on the mattress, a sultry look on her face as she gazes up at me, begging me to crawl on that bed with her. Before I do, though, I need to take off my clothes. Thea works on hers while I undress, and soon enough we’re beneath the sheets, both of us utterly naked, our bodies instantly entwined.
I can’t get enough of her. It’s like she’s my own personal drug. A twist of fate brought us together—see: her brother’s stupid plan—and I won’t waste a perfectly good twist of fate. I won’t ever let her go. She’s mine.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin them down over her head before lowering my mouth to hers to taste her again. Her legs are spread beneath me, tempting me with that tight, wet cunt at their apex. Thea moans into the kiss, her body writhing under mine, her chest heaving against mine with every flutter of her perky tits.
I slowly work my way down her body, taking care to shower every part of her with a ridiculous amount of affection. From her lips, I go to her neck next, then her collarbone and her tits. I make my way down her stomach, my mouth leaving a trail of ravenous kisses before I settle between her spread legs.
The sound Thea makes when my mouth collides with her causes my cock to twitch. I run my tongue along her slick, pink folds before focusing on her clit. By now, I know exactly what Thea likes, how fast to go, how to push her over the edge with unmatched speed. Every part of her body has become attuned to me, a slave to my commands.
I work her clit just right, eliciting moans as Thea arches her back and grinds her hips against my face. Soft, feminine noises escape her, fueling me to work harder. Her clit swells with the attention, and I can tell when she’s close to losing it: her legs tighten around my head, and the sounds she makes shift into more carnal tones.
Thea comes with a loud cry, her entire body racked with shudders as the orgasm takes hold of her. It must linger, because it’s a while before her thighs unclench around my head.
I glance up at her with a smirk. “I do love the sounds you make when you come for me, love. I could listen to them all day.”
“What’s stopping you, then?” she asks with a grin.
“The fact that I don’t want anyone else to hear you when you come,” I tell her. “All those sounds are mine. This pussy is mine.” I lick my lips. “Every part of you is mine and I’m not going to share.” I bury my face between her legs once more.
I’m ready to fuck her, of course; I’m always ready to fuck her. But I can draw it out. I can wait if it means making that pussy of hers wetter than a waterpark.
Thea comes another four times before I finally settle my cock between her legs and push into her. Pupils dilated, she’s out of her mind when I fill her core up. I have to arch my back, but I watch her eyelids flutter as my length pierces her, and I’m filled with such innate satisfaction that I never want this moment to end.
Fucking Thea in our house. It has a nice ring to it. We’ll have to christen every single room.
And when I fill her? Fuck, when I fill her up I’m right where I’m meant to be. This pussy was made to take my cock. Soon enough she’ll be my wife, mine for eternity, and this house will be full of children that look like a mix between her and me.
But babies won’t come for a while. I’d like to enjoy married life first, just like how I’m now enjoying engaged life.
Now that I’m finally inside her, I can’t take it slow. I waited too long to push my cock into her, so I let the beast inside take over. My hips bear down on her with a fierce, rapid pace as I search for my own release inside her body.
Every part of her skin is flushed pink, her blond hair splayed around her head like a halo. Her bright blue eyes are a little hazy, glassy after so many orgasms, and they flutter shut when I slam into her hard. The whole bed rocks beneath us as I make Thea mine once more.
“I love you,” I whisper. Never have three words felt more urgent.
Thea moans out her response, “I love you more.”
It’s not a competition, but let’s just say I go harder at her after that.
I don’t know what the future holds. I don’t know how it’ll work with me living here and my brother taking charge of most everything in the city. It’s always been a fifty-fifty thing after our father died and we took over. We shared the responsibilities, had our own crew, and our own ventures. Now things will change, but Roark can handle it. He is, after all, the oldest.
I do know one thing, though. My desire for Thea will never dim, never fade, never disappear. If anything, it will only grow. I was never the kind of man who dreamed of what the future holds, never someone who imagined himself a loving, doting husband, but Thea took everything I knew and turned it upside-down.
She came into my life like a goddamned wrecking ball. The moment she turned those big, blue eyes upon me I crumbled so she could remake me. I won’t say I’m a good man, but with Thea at my side I am better. She makes me better.
I can see it now: Thea and me sitting around a dinner table with our kids, and one of them gets curious and asks us how we met. Thea and I will share a knowing look, and she’ll wordlessly try to tell me not to say the true story—and odds are we shouldn’t, lest our kids share the story with their friends and their teachers and make a big mess for us to clean up.
No, I suppose we shouldn’t tell our future kids how mommy and daddy met through a series of kidnappings.
Good thing we have a few years to figure it out.