I jerk again, his cock twitching inside of me. I let out a breath, as I slowly sink back into the mattress, my body relaxing from its double release.
SILVER
Leaning forward, I press my lips against hers, my tongue teasing her plump lips. I’m still half-hard. Being buried inside of her, goddamn her cunt is the best feeling I’ve ever had. Clean, pure, tight—definitely not for the likes of me. She’s wild, just like I thought, and I have a feeling I could coax a totally untamable beast from her in time. Her promise is like nothing I’ve experienced before.
“Oh my God,” she whispers, her eyes opening and rounding beneath me. “Get up,” she snaps, pressing her palms against my chest and pushes gently.
Frowning, I slip from her body, standing and pulling my jeans over my hips. She sits up, then quickly scrambles off of the bed, righting her skirt. Her lips are swollen from my mouth, her hair a tangled mess, her face flush, she looks sexy as fuck.
“Cariña?” I grunt, balling my fists and placing them on my hips.
Her wide eyes turn almost fearful as she looks up at me. “You didn’t use anything, you’re my student’s father, and I’m sure you think I’m some kind of slut now. Oh my God, you don’t have anything, do you?” she rambles.
My brows raise, and my lips press together. “What the fuck?” I ask.
“Seriously. I’ve never done that before, and I know sometimes women say that who really do that all the time. But that’s not me. Oh God. I need to go to a doctor, get tested immediately. I just can’t believe I did that. And no condom? Who doesn’t use condoms anymore? Everyone knows about diseases, I mean come on, MTV had condom commercials on my entire childhood, why didn’t you use a condom?” she snaps.
I’m sure she’s freaking the fuck out, but I can’t stop from chuckling at how goddamn cute she is while she’s in a panic. “Get tested, Presley. No diseases here, and I know you’re not a whore. No condom needed with my good girl, yeah?”
She shakes her head, taking a step back. She’s almost to the door when I quickly stalk toward her, pressing my body against her own. Dipping my chin, I look down into her terrified eyes. She lifts her hands and presses them against my chest.
“Silver,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “Not a punk-ass kid anymore. I’m also pretty good at reading people, and I clocked you, sweet innocent woman, the first time I saw you when I picked up Buster that first day. Not giving you anything, cariña, and I know you won’t give me anything. Now calm your ass down for a fuckin’ second,” I growl.
She frowns at my words, I shake my head. There’s a pounding on my door and she yelps. Wrapping my hand around her waist I tug her away, pushing her behind me before I open the door slightly.
Wolfe is standing on the other side, a frown on his face. “Fuck, what?” I bite out.
“We got problems,” he mutters, his eyes lift behind me. I know he sees Presley standing there. “Church,” he barks.
Turning my head, I look back to her. Presley’s eyes are wide, and her gaze shifts from Wolfe back to me. “Stay here. We aren’t done,” I state.
“I need to go home. I have class tomorrow,” she explains.
Growling, I turn around, reaching out I wrap my hand around her waist and tug her against my chest. “We aren’t done with this conversation. Leave me your address and I’ll come by tomorrow. We’ll talk, maybe do more of what we just did,” I smirk.
She sucks in a breath, her blue eyes lifting to mine. “Okay,” she breathes.
It seems like she has more to say, but she stays quiet instead. I don’t know if that bodes well for me, or not. Lowering my head, I brush my lips with hers. “Go home, go to bed, and I’ll see you tomorrow,” I rasp against her mouth.
“We shouldn’t,” she exhales, her lips still against mine.
Slipping my tongue out, I taste her sweet lips. “Yeah, we should. You’ll be my good girl, wait for me tomorrow night,” I state.
“Silver,” she sighs.
Raising my face from hers, I look into her eyes and give her a big smile. I have her. She’s mine to do with as I please, she’ll take what I give her too. Fucking shit, she’s going to get hot, wet, and wild for me tomorrow night, and I’m going to take my time getting her there too.
“See you tomorrow night, cariña.”
She sighs heavily, and nods, knowing she doesn’t really have a choice. I’ll find her no matter what.
I press my lips to hers one last time, unable to get enough of her taste. Taking a step back, I walk over to my door and open it for her. Following her down the stairs, I keep my gaze glued onto her fantastic thick ass.
Once we’re downstairs, she veers off toward the table where her work still sits. I watch her gather her shit, then she stops, looking back to me. Lips still swollen, hair still a mess, face still flushed and for the first time in the past twenty years, I realize that Savanna didn’t cross my mind once when I was inside of another woman, even now, I only see Presley.
Mierda.
Chapter Six
PRESLEY
“Stupid. You are so stupid,” I tell myself as I pace my living room.
I glance at the clock on my cable box, and sigh. It’s after eleven. He’s not coming. The dinner I made sits in the middle of my small table, cold and untouched. I thought he would be here. I thought this was the beginning of something, and that tonight was like a date.
Boy, was I wrong. So, so very wrong.
He was brushing me off. Trying to be nice about it, but still, he was brushing me off. I take my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, glancing down to see the time. I hurried home from work, showered and changed into my best jeans. Then I made a meal that said I tried, but not one that screamed that I was trying too hard.
Apparently it didn’t matter, the stuffed chicken, wrapped in bacon with the side of steamed broccoli and roasted red potatoes mocks me from my tiny dining room table. I start turning the lights off, then close my blinds before I walk over to my sofa and sink down.
“Stupid,” I whisper to myself. “Stupid slut,” I hiss.
Looking down at the phone in my hand, I make a note to go to the doctor. Swear to God if he’s given me something I’ll kill him, slowly. I lean back, slouching in my sofa and moan. What the hell was I thinking?
I shake my head. I don’t really want to go over what I was thinking, but like the masochist I am, I do anyway. I thought that Silver was my adventure. I thought he was special, that he was going to, I don’t know—be something spectacular.
I laid in bed all night last night, going over every single detail of our afternoon together. The way he touched me, the way he made me feel—everything. I’m a fool. A thirty-two-year-old damned fool. It’s time for me to grow up. I’m not in his league. A man that gorgeous, that built and that talented in bed, isn’t going to settle down, not with me, not with anyone.
Standing, I walk over to the table and take all of the food, dumping it in the trash. It sat out for far too long to be considered edible any longer. I don’t bother washing the dishes, I’ll do it tomorrow after work.
Taking myself up to bed, I quickly strip out of my clothes and slip on my short cotton night dress. Sliding between my microfiber sheets, I lay my head down, but sleep doesn’t come. I have a feeling it will be another restless night.
Tonight is different from last night though, tonight I’m not thinking about how fantastic my life is about to get, how much possibly slightly dangerous adventure is headed my way.
Nope, tonight I’m thinking about how Benjamin and Miss Reynolds were right. I hate that. Rolling onto my side, I tuck my hands beneath my cheek and I sigh. Closing my eyes, I pray that I can fall asleep, eventually.
I’m woken with a start, my heart slamming against my chest what feels like seconds later. Glancing at the clock, I’m surprised to see that it’s two in the morning.
Sitting up, I glance around my empty room, confused as to what woke me. “You’re pretty when you sleep,” a
husky voice whispers.
I open my mouth to scream when the bathroom light turns on and I recognize the figure in the doorway as Silver. I attempt to slow my breathing, catching my breath and calming at the sight of him.
“What are you doing here?” I shout.
He lifts the corner of his lips in a smirk, his eyes not smiling, as he closes the distance between us. I watch each move he makes with rapt fascination, and anticipation. He sits down next to me and wordlessly fists the sheets that I have clutched to my chest, down.
“Promised I’d come by to see you, didn’t I?” he asks.
I frown, glancing at the clock again, then back to him. “I need to get a few more hours of sleep, I have a classroom full of eight-year-olds that I need to teach tomorrow,” I snap.
Without responding to me, he leans forward, placing his fist next to my hip and his lips brush mine. Once, twice, three times before his tongue begs entrance into my mouth. To be fair, I don’t really make him beg too hard, unfortunately my body still craves him, so I open up fairly quickly.
He tastes me, his tongue fucking my mouth as he twists his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck, tilting my head to allow him better access to my mouth, and I let him. He consumes me, yet again, and again, I don’t only allow it, I moan into his mouth to urge it on.
The hand in my hair releases and slides down until he wraps his fingers around my waist. “Fuck,” he curses against my lips as he breaks our kiss.
I really want to ask him why he didn’t come earlier. I really want to ask him a million questions, but I’m frozen in fear. Afraid of what his answers would be, and honestly, I don’t want to know.
Not really.
I think I do, but when faced with the reality of what he could say, I don’t. I have a feeling I’m a dirty little secret or maybe just a booty call, and I’ve never been either before. I don’t know how to be that, and I don’t want to hear the truth of it all.
I reach for him, fisting his vest in my hands. I peel it off of his shoulders. He frowns, lifting his hand from my waist to cup my cheek. “Presley?”
Shaking my head, I decide to dive in head first. I came here for adventure, I won’t get that by shying away from a situation that isn’t ideal. I won’t get it, if I analyze everything about this man, about this non-relationship, or whatever it is.
Shifting to my knees, shakily I reach for the hem of my nightshirt and slowly drag it up and over my body. Tossing it to the side, I stay on my knees in front of him, wearing only my panties.
“Take me,” I whisper.
“Thought you wanted to talk?” he asks, his lips twitching.
I shake my head, crawling over him, straddling his lap. His hands immediately wrap around my ass and squeeze. “I have a feeling you don’t talk, you’re more of an action man. I need action. I came here for an adventure, and you’re an adventure, aren’t you?” I ask.
His fingers grip my ass, squeezing it tightly. “Yeah, cariña. I’m a fuckin’ adventure.” His lips brush against my own. “You’ll be safe with me though. Be wild, Presley.”
He leans forward, pressing his lips to the center of my chest, between my breasts and licks me there, his eyes never leaving mine. He reaches between us, and I gasp as he pulls his cock out of his jeans. His finger slips between the center of my panties. I feel his knuckle graze my pussy as he shifts my panties to the side.
“Lift up,” he gently urges, his voice deeper, huskier than even a few minutes ago.
I lift up as he instructs and let out a sigh when I feel the head of his cock against my center. I sink down along his length, taking all of him inside of me. Lifting my hand, I wrap it around the back of his neck, my fingers itching to sink into his thick black hair.
One of his hands wraps around my thigh, and I look down to see his darker tanned skin against my pale leg. It’s sexy. His sexy dark tattooed hand, my light, almost too pale thigh. I roll my hips, whimpering as he stretches me.
“Fuck me, Presley,” Silver orders.
Turning my head back to him, I look into in his eyes, seeing them soft and liquid in the dark room, the only light spilling out from the bathroom. He dips his chin, his lips capturing one of my nipples. He sucks me deep, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of my breast. His eyes stay glued to mine as I ride him. I don’t have much room, just enough to roll my hips for the perfect amount of friction.
Slipping my hand a bit farther up the back of his head, I twist my fingers in his hair, holding onto the strands, as I hold his mouth against my breast a bit firmer. My head drops back, the pain at my breast combined with the stretching pain of his length as I work his cock is sending a foreign need throughout my entire body.
“I’m close,” I warn him as my hips buck and jerk above him.
He only grunts, his mouth biting my breast harder. My fingers grip his hair tighter and I let out a sob as I come apart all around him. He grunts, releasing my breast with a pop, both of his hands wrapping around my hips. He holds me still, his hips lifting as he fucks me through my orgasm. He yanks me down in his lap, his cock growing and then I feel it twitch inside of me as he groans through his climax.
He rests his sweat covered forehead against my chest, both of us attempting to catch our breath. I wrap my hands around his shoulders and look down at him as he lifts his gaze to me. “Didn’t expect you,” he mutters.
I don’t know how to respond to his words, so I don’t. I lean forward, nuzzling his neck and kissing his warm throat instead. I close my eyes, my body exhausted, and before I even realize it, I’ve fallen asleep, on his dick. I’m too dick drunk, too sated, too satisfied to care though.
SILVER
Standing, I look down at her. Fuck. I didn’t expect this night to turn out the way that it did. I figured because of how late I was that she’d get pissed at me, or at least irritated. Thought maybe we’d get into a fight. I had plans on telling her that this couldn’t be more than a one-night thing. Figured we go our separate ways. I got the taste I wanted, she got the wild she wanted—no harm, no foul.
We were not supposed to fuck.
I was not supposed to feel.
And yet.
Here I am.
Fuck.
She’s naked, sated, sleeping and all I want to do is slip between the sheets and hold her. Fuck. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out, looking at it with a frown. Turning away from her, it takes everything inside of me to leave her there. Once I’m outside of her small house, I swipe my thumb across the screen.
“Silver?” the voice whispers on the other end of the line.
I grunt a hello, not wishing to talk to this person, not when all I want to do is turn around and rush back into that bed, the one who holds this creature that I haven’t quite figured out yet. She does something to me, something I’ve never felt before.
“I’m ready,” she says on the other end.
I freeze. “Savanna? What the fuck are you talking about?” I bark.
There’s a sigh and then she says the words that I’ve been waiting seventeen years to hear, maybe even longer in all actuality. “I’m ready to move on, will you come over?”
I shake my head, the moment completely fucking comical. I turn my head back to the small house behind me, my eyes finding the bedroom window where there’s a naked woman who hasn’t fed me shit for twenty years, who isn’t in love with another man. A woman who is willing to take me as I am, at least for now.
“It’s too late, Sav,” I mutter, walking toward my bike. Straddling it, I don’t start it yet.
“Don’t say that, Silver, please don’t say that,” she breathes.
Lifting my free hand, I run my fingers through my hair. This is what I’ve wanted, what I’ve been dreaming of, and it’s being handed to me on a silver platter. Bringing my eyes up, they catch the oxidized piece of shit car parked in Presley’s driveway and I smirk.
“It’s too late, Sav.”
Ending the call, I don’t let her continue with her bullshi
t promises. She’s finally over him, at two in the morning? I shake my head, she’s horny. She knows I’ll fuck her if she says that, if she makes me bullshit promises. I snort, it’s that fucking ironic? Here I am giving Presley zero promises, fucking her in the middle of the night, leaving, and I’m not willing to be that to someone else. I’m fucked up.
Revving my engine, I ride away from Presley’s place. I need to get my shit together. Maybe this run to Dallas will do that, a trip that starts tomorrow instead of Monday. Intel came in today, shit is going down, our buyers are not fucking happy. I need to be there to take care of things with these fucking mattresses, and fast.
Pulling into the clubhouse, I’m not surprised to see Wolfe standing by the front door, the light of his cigarette burning in the dark night. Kicking my stand down, I throw my leg over and walk over to him.
“Fuck, you didn’t get rid of the sexy school teacher,” he chuckles. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a joint. His eyes widen when he sees that and shakes his head. “Brother,” he grunts.
“Sav just called me, told me she was ready to move on,” I announce as I light my smoke.
Wolfe chuckles. “It’s like bitches can smell another woman’s pussy.”
I snort. “No shit. Told her it was too late. My dick was still wet from Presley,” I murmur.
We stay quiet for a few minutes. I’m thinking about Presley, about what the future could look like with her. A week ago, I’d be in Sav’s bed had she made that call, but meeting Presley, things have changed. I don’t know what that means. I’m forty-five, I’m not sure I want to settle down at this point in my life, but she makes me consider that.
“We leave at first light,” Wolfe announces.
I grunt, my mind still swirling with Presley. “Yeah.”
“This girl, you keeping her?” he chances asking.
I shrug. “Think I’m too old for this shit,” I admit.
Wolfe frowns, he pushes off the wall, throwing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his heel. “Never too old for happiness, brother. Even sinners like us deserve a little love in life. That little thing is sweet as fuck, might want to think on that while we’re away. Snatching her up, tethering her to you, wouldn’t be a bad thing. Going home to nice, clean pussy every night wouldn’t be a fuckin’ hardship. Having her with your boy, raising him up right, being a good woman to show him what to look for, for himself when he’s older, none are bad things.”
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