Now, though, I had my whole life ahead of me.
If someone had told me I had Silas waiting at the end of the tunnel as my prize for making it out, I would’ve never believed it.
Why?
Because people like Silas just didn’t exist.
They weren’t real.
Or at least that’s what I’d thought.
But Silas was real. And he was really mine, and mine alone.
And he was everything I’d never even dared to dream for.
Getting up, naked as the day I was born, I slipped on the vest and smiled at how soft the leather felt against my skin.
And it fit me perfectly.
Buttoning the three buttons at the front, I walked to the dresser drawer that I’d commandeered from Silas, and slipped on a pair of panties.
They were hot pink and said ‘Pink!’ across the back.
They were from high school, of course, but they still fit.
And I wasn’t picky right then.
Practically skipping out of Silas’ bedroom, I walked through the house with a stupid smile on my face.
“Silas!” I yelled as I skipped around the corner.
And I ran into the kitchen skidding to an immediate stop at the sight of the entire room filled with Dixie Wardens.
“Shit,” I hissed, turning tail and running back out of the room.
I could hear the laughter following me as I dashed back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
I went straight into the bathroom and turned the water on, warming up the shower.
Shucking the vest, I hung it up lovingly on the door and smoothed my hand down it, all the while my face flamed at all those men seeing me in nothing but my panties and a vest that barely covered my breasts.
“Shit,” I laughed. “That man needs to warn me when people are coming into the house!”
I hadn’t heard them at all, either.
And Silas’ place wasn’t so that large I wouldn’t have been able to hear them unless they were intentionally being quiet.
“Silly man not warning a woman when…eek!” I screamed when I turned around and saw Silas staring at me with an amused expression on his face.
“You were saying,” he drawled.
I laughed, placing my hand over my chest where my pounding heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.
His eyes went down to my bare chest, and I saw his pupils dilate as he started to move forward.
I put my hand up to stop him, but he ignored it, walking around my hand and crowding right up against me so that my back met the shower door with a soft thud.
“We can’t,” I tried, knowing that there were about five men in the kitchen that were probably very aware of what was going on in here.
“You’re going to come out there, wearing what you were wearing, and expect me not to touch you?” He asked, pushing his hardness into me with his body.
My back was chilled from the cold glass my bare back was pressed against, causing my nipples to pebble in reaction.
And Silas didn’t miss it as he brought both hands up and gently cupped each one in his hands.
My lips parted on a soft pant as I watched his eyes move up from my breasts to connect with mine.
“So no complaints?” He asked. “You said yes?”
I groaned as he pinched both nipples.
“I wasn’t aware that you’d asked me a question,” I panted out.
His reply to my comment was to pinch the very tips of my nipples as he pulled slightly down, causing me to follow his movement and press my body even further into his.
“Silas!” I gasped.
“You were saying?” He urged, letting go of my nipples and gliding his hands down my body until they rested against my hips.
I shook my head. “I can’t reply until you ask.”
He growled. “Is that right?”
I nodded. “That’s right.”
And then he dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling my panties down to my ankles.
“I don’t think I heard you right,” he continued.
I watched him as he leaned forward and pressed a chaste kisses against each of my hips before looking up at me, watching as his hands slid up from my calves all the way to the apex of my thighs.
I bit my lip as I looked down at him and watched as he slowly leaned forward and pressed a kiss at the top of my pubic bone, right above the lips of my sex.
His beard tickled my clit as his thumbs traveled down and in, spreading me apart for his tongue to tickle the little bundle of nerves.
I gasped and instinctively spread my thighs for him, and he took full advantage by shoving two thick fingers inside of me and curling them towards my front.
“Fuck!” I hissed, hips jumping as he slowly tapped his fingers against that sensitive spot inside of me.
The steam from the shower was starting to fill the small room, and I could see the silhouette of my body in the mirror when words rising through the steam on the glass began to appear.
Thanks for the show.
“Silas,” I said, pulling his head away from me. “Did you write that?”