Chapter 12
Silas
The phone buzzes on the nightstand and pulls me out of a light sleep. Hannah lies curled against my chest, one leg thrown over mine, her breathing soft and steady. The clock reads just past midnight. I grab the phone before it wakes her.
“Sheriff James,” I answer low.
“Silas, it’s Mike from the airfield.” His voice comes tight and quick.
“Two guys showed up about an hour ago. Dark truck, tinted windows. They asked if I’d seen a girl matching Hannah’s description.
Wanted to know if she’d been around the hangars or taken any flights lately.
I played dumb, said I didn’t know anything.
But I got their plate when they left. Sending it now. ”
My phone vibrates with the incoming text. The photo loads clear: Washington plates on a black Ford, mud on the fenders, two men in the front seat caught mid-turn. One has a scar across his cheek. The other wears a ball cap low.
“Mike, you did good,” I tell him. “Keep your head down. Lock up and go home. I’ll handle it from here.”
I end the call and forward the picture straight to Boyd with a short message. Run this plate. Find out who these bastards are. Send anything you get to Rafe and the rest of the crew. Then I text the group chat for Haven 7. We have visitors asking about Hannah. Plate incoming. Stay sharp.
Hannah stirs beside me. “Silas?”
I set the phone down and roll toward her, pulling her close. “We have them now, baby girl. Mike at the airfield just called. Two men came sniffing around, asking about you. He got their license plate. Boyd and the boys are running it as we speak. It’ll all be over soon. I promise.”
She lets out a shaky breath and presses her face into my neck. “They’re really here.”
“They were. They’re not anymore.” I tilt her chin up so she meets my eyes. “You’re safe. Right here with me. And I’m not letting a damn thing touch you.”
Her hands slide up my chest. “I know. I just… I need to feel it.”
I know exactly what she needs. I kiss her hard, tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming every inch. She moans and arches into me. I roll her onto her back and cover her with my body, already hard against her thigh.
“Gonna fuck you deep tonight,” I growl against her lips. “Gonna remind you who you belong to.”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Please.”
I strip her shirt off fast and shove her panties down her legs. She’s already wet when I push two fingers inside her. “Soaking for me already. Such a good little slut for Daddy.”
She gasps and rocks against my hand. I curl my fingers, stroking that spot that makes her tremble. “That’s it. Ride my fingers. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.”
I add a third finger and pump them faster while my thumb circles her clit. Her hips buck. “Silas… oh God… I’m close.”
“Not yet.” I pull my hand away and lick my fingers clean, eyes locked on hers. “You come on my cock tonight. I want to feel you squeeze every inch.”
I shove my boxers down and fist my cock, stroking it slow so she can watch. “Look how hard you make me. This big dick is all for you.”
She bites her lip. “You’re so big. Every time I wonder if you’ll fit.”
“You’ll take it. You’ll always take it so fucking perfect.” I notch the head at her entrance and push in slow, watching her stretch around me. “Breathe, baby girl. Let Daddy all the way in.”
She moans long and low as I sink deeper. When I’m buried to the hilt I hold still, letting her adjust. “Feel that? Every inch of me owns this pussy now.”
I start to move, deep and steady at first. Each thrust rocks the bed. She wraps her legs around my waist and digs her heels into my back. “Harder,” she begs. “I need it harder.”
I give it to her. I slam into her, hips snapping, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “This what you want? Daddy fucking you like you need it?”
“Yes… yes… don’t stop.”
I reach between us and rub her clit in tight circles. “Come on my cock. Milk me. Show me how much you love being full of me.”
Her walls clamp down hard. She cries out my name as she comes, shaking under me. I keep pounding through it, chasing my own release. “That’s my girl. Taking it so good. Gonna fill you up now.”
I thrust deep one last time and let go, groaning as I spill inside her. The orgasm hits hard, pulsing through every muscle. I stay buried deep while we both catch our breath.
I kiss her slow and sweet, brushing damp hair off her forehead. “You okay?”
“More than okay,” she whispers, smiling up at me. “I feel safe. Really safe.”
I pull out carefully and tuck her against my chest. “Good. Because you are. Those men are done. The whole crew is on it. Tomorrow we finish this.”
She curls closer, one leg draped over mine. “I love you, Silas.”
I press a kiss to her hair. “I love you too, baby girl. More than you know.”
The cabin stays quiet except for the soft pop of the dying fire. Outside the wind whispers through the pines. Inside I hold the woman I would burn the world down to protect, and for the first time in days I let myself believe the worst is almost behind us.
We fall asleep tangled together, her heartbeat steady against mine, and I know I’ll keep her safe no matter what comes at first light.