Chapter 18 Silas #2
“You going to suck my cock, and let me finish down that pretty throat of yours, or are you going to let me fill your cunt up?”
Her hands shifted, pushing more things away from her space as she spit out the handle of the knife.
“Fuck me. Fuck me now, Silas.”
I shoved the fingers I’d fucked her with between her lips, covering her mouth while I gripped my cock and slid home, filling her core to the brim with my thickness.
She froze as I pulled out, watching as every gleaming inch left the apex of her thighs and then I relished how tight she felt as I pushed forward again. Her hips rocked against the counter, and a moan left her chest as she shook under me.
We were both barely hanging on by a thread, and I knew the Stone Riders could all be waking, any of them coming in at any moment. But fucking in a motorcycle club wasn’t a foreign concept in these places; most people just lowered their gaze and kept moving.
I pulled Natty’s hair, lifting her chest while I began thrusting my hips forward.
She was moaning and screaming against my hand as I moved faster and pushed in harder.
The entire counter shook as we fucked. The way her ass looked with my engorged cock sliding in and out of her pussy as I took her was enough to send me over the edge.
She bit down on my fingers right as I came, gripping her hips in a vise. Her inner walls tightened around me, and right as she came, screaming my name, I removed my hand so everyone could hear her.
She was panting, and I was smirking while I pulled out of her, and slowly slid her thong back into place.
“Keep baking, Caelum. Make me something sweet while my cum slides between your thighs and makes them sticky. When I eat this delicious treat, I want to think about how you’ve carried me with you, feeling it with every move you’ve made.
I want to look at you and know you’re remembering how good my cock felt inside you, and how devastating my tongue felt. ”
“Fuck, Silas.” She breathed, trying to adjust her apron, and wipe it clean.
“Next time you wear that apron, it’ll have my patch on it, and you’ll be naked under it, riding my cock.”
Her smile was slow, warm and completely mine.
“Then you better make sure we’re in our very own house.”
Killian and Wes had left their club in the hands of Jameson King, who was not my biggest fan and liked to remind me of that fact as often as he could. It had been a few days since I returned with Natty, and he’d been glaring at me like he was sucking on a fucking lemon ever since.
I approached the porch he was perched on, while he was drinking a cup of coffee, looking tired as fuck.
“You even fit to babysit this club?” I pushed past him with a slight shove to his shoulder.
He let out a sigh as he followed me back into the club.
“My wife is currently talking to your…” He paused, scrunching his brows together. “What is Natty to you again? Your girlfriend, victim…you never have clarified.”
“Just mine, don’t need to clarify shit for you. Where are they?”
Jameson looked up, indicating Natty’s room. “They have Connor up there with them.”
That was his way of warning me not to go up.
Ignoring him, I stalked toward the stairs, but Jameson called at my back. “You can’t leave Death Raiders in the club like that. We can move Natty to the cabin, but it’s going to be a problem for them to stay in here. Killian won’t allow it.”
I turned back toward him, resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
“Then Killian can tell me that. I’m not listening to your babysitter bullshit; you’ve got no authority here.”
“It’s too many fucking Death Raiders, Silas.”
I took a step closer. “Fable made his way into your club, Jameson. Through your guards and your walls. Don’t talk to me about having my men in here.”
I took another step toward the club while Jameson looked as though he was grinding glass.
“I’m not doing anything because of my respect for Natty, but don’t test me, Silas. Roman or not, I’ll go toe to toe with you.”
Natty chose that moment to exit the club, her brows raised in surprise as she took both of us in.
I muttered to the former Chaos King, “My men stay.”
Jameson peered over my shoulder to where his wife and son were now exiting, and then leaned closer, lowering his voice.
“She’s my wife’s best friend. I don’t want her to go, but surely you can see that this won’t work. You’re not a Stone Rider. You never will be.”
I tipped my chin toward her. “No I’m not, but she is.”
Natty and Penelope weren’t close enough to hear us, but they’d begun whispering together.
Jameson’s glare cut through me and landed on Natty. “Yes, she is, so trust us to keep her safe. We protect our own.”
I returned his glacial expression, not worrying about lowering my voice as Natty drew closer.
“Yet Fable still got into her room.”
Jameson’s eyes tapered. “Then you might need to make a decision. Because we can’t coexist.”
This was all bullshit I already knew and felt, but my options were limited. However, I wouldn’t be leaving Natty unprotected any time soon.
I could try and explain it to Jameson. How there was a hole in my heart from the last time I did that.
Would I leave her to keep her safe, or would I stay and force her to lose the only place she ever called home?
While there wasn’t a way that I’d ever let her go, there was a tiny piece of my heart that had already accepted that I needed to make up for what she’d been put through. Her having a happy and fulfilling place to call home with a family is all she’s ever deserved.
If it meant she’d have to see me go in order to have that, I’d give it to her in a heartbeat.
I didn’t get a chance to respond because when I went to open my mouth, there was a loud rumbling of engines that began echoing down the long drive.
We all turned in unison to see that Killian and Wes had returned, their men were with them and on the back of Wes Ryan’s bike was a familiar looking woman. But it was the man wearing the full-face helmet on the back of one of the other members’ bikes that caught my eye.
I saw his tattoos first, the ones I hadn’t removed yet. Then I noticed his missing hand that was slung to the side of his body in a sling. Why the fuck had they brought my brother here?
I caught Natty’s confused expression as she watched them approach. I was about to walk over to her and take her hand, when she lunged from the porch and ran toward the group.