“What the heck was that all about?” Zack asked.
I picked up the newspaper that he’d been so intently staring at, almost as if it were a ball of venomous snakes, and looked at the picture once again.
Was it the man?
Was he the reason Silas had gotten so upset?
The man had seemed sweet to me.
He’d helped me nearly all day long.
What the hell?
***
I woke to a body sliding into bed behind me.
Silas.
Silas was here.
My bleary eyes cracked slightly open, and I turned to look at the alarm clock.
I’d been sleeping for nine straight hours, but it felt like I’d only been asleep for one.
I could barely keep my eyes open as Silas worked one of his arms underneath my head and wrapped the other around my waist to pull me into his chest.
“What’s going on?” I asked him sleepily, punctuating my question with a yawn.
“Shhh,” he said. “We’ll talk about it when we get up.”
I took him at his word and let my eyes drift back shut.
But I didn’t immediately fall back to sleep.
Pressed into Silas’ chest, I could feel the tension in Silas’ shoulders, in his arm that was locked tightly, almost stiffly, around me.
I could feel the pounding of his heart on my back, too.
Fighting the pull of sleep, I opened my eyes and frowned down at him.
There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, just what was coming from the alarm clock and the display of DVD player.
“What’s wrong, Silas?” I asked again.
This time he didn’t try to deny me.
Instead, he tried to distract me.
His mouth found mine, and I sensed his desperation.
“I can’t do it again. I can’t,” he said between kisses.
“Silas,” I said as best as I could with his mouth against mine, getting worried now.
But his hands, those skillful, beautiful, busy hands of his started to work their way down my body.
One stopped at my nipple, plucking it lightly.
The other went down between my legs while his talented mouth trailed across my cheek, down my neck and over my chest to ravage my breasts.
I could sense his worry in the way he shoved his hips between my legs, kneeing them apart as he fell in between them.
But his mouth, which hadn’t stopped working, suddenly reversed its journey to return to my mouth.
He somehow managed to pull his cock out, open a condom and smooth it down his length, and then he was right there, shoving his way in to me.
He cupped my face tenderly when his mouth met mine, his tongue stroking along my lips as they parted.
I gasped into his mouth at his body’s abrupt entry into mine, lifting my hips to meet each thrust of his cock.
My heels dug into the bed as I tried in vain to get closer to him, but not succeeding at all.
“Goddammit,” he growled, the vibration of his voice rattling his chest.
I placed my hand over the back of his head.
The other looped around his neck as I held on tightly.
But just as quickly, he pulled out of me and flipped me over to my stomach.
The suddenness of it caused me to be disoriented for a long moment, but the same couldn’t be said for Silas.
He shoved himself roughly back inside of me, so deeply that he bottomed out.
My eyes crossed as pain flashed through me, followed quickly by ecstasy.
He was out of control, and I found that I liked it.
This Silas was different from in control Silas.
I felt more with this Silas.
I could tell his emotions were walking a thin line between desperation and lust.
He was trying to outrun some demon that I had no clue about.
The only thing I could do was hold on for the ride.
Something I did by curling my fingers into the sheets.
“Touch your *,” he ordered.
Well, more like growled.
It was so sexy.
Closing my eyes and dropping down so my cheek was pressed against the mattress, I snaked a hand between my legs and touched my clit.
But I continued down until I could feel him slamming in and out of me.
Feel the stretching that my * did for his big cock.
I felt the wetness there, gathering around my entrance, and used it to lube up my fingers.
Gliding them back to my clit, I started to work it frantically.
I had a feeling that if I didn’t get myself there quickly, he’d be going without me.
My suspicions were proven correct when, moments later, he hissed as his cock started to jerk inside of me.
I moaned when he pulled out unexpectedly, yanking the condom off with a sharp snap. He drove three fingers into me as I continued to work my clit, helping me to chase the orgasm that was nearly upon me. And help it did.
I felt the hot spurts of his seed hitting my ass and my back and coupled with the feeling of his calloused hand moving over my skin, what I was sure would be an epic orgasm was tightening in my belly.