Deep Wood - Margot Scott Page 0,26
in my car and drove off, just like I did to you the night we met.” He cradles my face in his wet hands. “I would give anything to go back to that afternoon and listen to what Jack had to say.”
I don’t remember much from that day. Just bits and pieces. People in dark clothing standing around a living room. My dad’s nervous chatter. My mom getting a call and taking me outside so she could answer her phone. I got grass stains all over my feet, and my mom got mad at me.
“That was your dad’s funeral?” I ask. “I don’t remember seeing you.”
“I saw you,” he says. “And it kills me to think that by not letting Jack apologize, I missed out on years of knowing you.”
Silas runs his hands up and down my arms, then skims them across my breasts. The gesture is arousing even through my sadness. I let my head fall back as he strokes my nipples, the occasional tear still trailing down my neck. His touch is so tender it tickles, but I relish it. Even as I can’t help feeling like I don’t deserve to be coddled. Not after everything.
“I wish I’d known you before,” I whisper.
“Me, too,” he says. “I keep thinking that if I’d been in the picture sooner, you wouldn’t have dated Brody. And if you hadn’t dated him, then he wouldn’t have had a reason to rob your bank. You see where I’m going with this, don’t you?”
“I think so.” I close my eyes. “You’re saying my dad would still be alive if I hadn’t dated Brody.”
“That’s only half of it, sweetheart. I’m saying that if I hadn’t let my stubbornness keep me away from you, you wouldn’t have felt the need to date anyone else. Because you would’ve had my love from the beginning.”
I bury my face in his neck. I can only imagine the different paths my life would have taken if I’d had Silas there to love and protect me from day one. A guy like Brody never would’ve stood a chance against a love like that. Whether or not Silas could have controlled himself and waited until I was legally old enough, is another story. Knowing me, I wouldn’t have made it easy for him to be patient.
I’d have done everything in my power to make him crack.
His mouth finds mine. I feel his hard cock rise between my legs as our tongues mingle. I want so desperately for him to fuck me until I forget the day’s events, but I have to know where we’ll stand once morning comes.
“So you forgive me?” I ask, breathless from the kiss.
“Sweetheart, you were forgiven before you even opened your mouth.” He tucks a lock of damp hair behind my ear. “Now let’s get you into a warm bed before the water gets cold.”
Silas helps me out of the tub and then dries me off. The hotel’s towels are the big, plush kind that feel like a warm hug. I’m watching him dry my toes when I feel the urge to tell him I love him. No matter how hard I fight to keep it inside, or how scared I am that it won’t be requited, I can’t hold back the truth another second.
“I love you, Silas.”
His hands still. He looks at me with heat and wonder blazing in his eyes. “I love you too, baby girl. It’s only been a week, but I don’t fucking care. I have to spend the rest of my life inside you.”
My heart expands inside my ribcage. I’m ready for his arms when he reaches for me, know exactly what to do with my legs when he lifts me up. His mouth claims mine in a kiss that makes me forget everything outside this hotel room. His cock slaps my ass as he carries me to bed.
As soon as my back hits the comforter, he’s thrusting his cock inside me. I moan as my muscles stretch to take him, whimper as he starts to fuck me. Tonight, I need it rough and furious. I need him to fuck me so hard that I bruise. When I sit down to breakfast tomorrow, I need to remember how it felt to be completely overwhelmed by him.
I want there to be no doubt who I belong to.
Silas licks his thumb and reaches between us to massage my clit. The combination of his gentle stroking, plus the hard, unrelenting pounding he’s giving my cunt, has