Silence #2
“Yep.” He smiles, then searches my eyes. “What does it mean? How it makes us feel to …”
“I don’t know.” I swallow hard, my heart warring between terror at losing them and excitement at bringing this to life. “What if it ruins everything?”
“What if it makes it even better?”
My exhale is shaky. “Do you want this? With them?”
“All I know is, ever since we started exploring this side of ourselves, I’ve struggled with who it should be. If it’s a stranger, we can walk away, never see them again … but that also might put your comfort into question. First time with a total stranger is never going to hit the mark.”
I huff in agreement. “Too true.”
“But with people you trust? People I trust? All I want is to see you get everything you need. Our bond is strong enough if we decide after that it isn’t for us.
” This is wild. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever considered in my life.
It felt like a huge step to even look at another person, but this …
“What’s your gut feeling, Q? Go with that, and I’ll follow. ”
I bite my lip then meet his eye. “Excitement.”
He smiles. “Same.”
“Oh my God, are we doing this?”
“If they agree.”
I blanch. It hadn’t even occurred that Xavier and Yale might say no. Especially Xavier. He might have offered to bone me earlier, but he was also very, very high.
“I still think testing the waters could be a good idea,” he says. “Especially with Yale.”
“Really?” I blink. “I thought more with Xavier.”
“Please, the undercurrent of your dislike for each other will probably help.” Another huff of agreement from me. Hate sex can sometimes be the best. “But Yale is your best friend. That might be weirder.”
God, that’s true. What if it feels like kissing my brother? If we all agree to this and mid-action I get sibling vibes …
“You’re right.” I grimace. “But how?”
“I guess just … talk to him. See what feels natural. I trust you, baby.”
I chew my lip for a moment. “I’m gonna need specifics here, Z. I don’t want to cross a line I can’t uncross.”
Zayden spends the next few seconds focused on my necklace, my throat, my collarbones, tracing his fingers across me, as if this thought process requires constant connection. The actions send shivers across me, and I lean into him.
“What are you thinking?” I whisper.
He runs his fingertip down my throat. “I’m picturing them kissing you here.
” His presses his lips to the spot he just caressed, then moves down to the hollow at the base of my throat.
“And here.” I tip my head back, his lips moving to the juncture between my neck and shoulder.
“And all I can see is you reacting just like you are now.”
“And …” I let out a shaky breath. “How does that make you feel?”
He takes my hand and guides it to his crotch—to his hard, thick cock pressing against his jeans. I groan and grip his length through the material.
“I love watching you, Silence. I love being witness to your pleasure. But there’s something so fucking hot about knowing you’re getting that when I’m not here.
I know things were fucked up with Ryker …
” He nibbles my shoulder, and I roll my hips against him.
“But before that, picturing all the things he could be doing to you … I was so fucking hard, baby. Knowing I could walk in on you wet and quivering—” The words ignite a spark in me and I capture his mouth with mine.
He kisses like the final act of a dying man, like he wants to burn this moment into both our memories.
His tongue swipes across mine, and he grips my hips, forcing me to grind my clit against his solid dick.
“I trust you,” he breathes against my lips.
“I trust them. If you need to kiss them, touch them, to figure out if this is what you want, then do it. Just give me every single detail after while I fuck you.”
God, I love this man. No one has ever put so much faith in me, and that convinced me it was because I didn’t deserve it. But he’s trusting me with his heart, his family.
“I love you,” I whisper, my nose tickling with the urge to cry. “Sometimes I think I might die I love you so much.”
He lifts and flips me, and before I can even catch my breath, he lays me on my back and undresses me from the waist down. My core is already throbbing when he kneels between my thighs, his rough hands spreading my legs apart.
“Wait—” I whisper. “When are you going to talk to them?”
He dips his fingers inside me and I groan, my eyes fluttering but remaining open so I can watch him admire my wetness on his digits.
“Considering how wet you are from a conversation, I’d better talk to them pretty soon.
But first”—he drapes my legs over his shoulder—“I want you to soak my face while you say their names.”
I almost come just from that. “They might walk in.”
His laugh is quiet, warm breath tickling my inner thighs. “And isn’t that what you want?”
With that, he devours me. My head drops back as his tongue pulses against my clit, and I let myself sink into the moment, because he’s right.
That’s exactly what I want.