Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,24
can even defend yourself with a gun, so I’ll get out of here and, ah, get back to the office.”
“Yes, well, thanks,” I tell him. “I appreciate everything…”
“You’re welcome,” he says in a rush, rubbing the back of his neck before he starts toward the door. “I’ve got to head out. I’ll walk to the ferry and leave your golf cart here…”
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his elbow to stop him from opening the front door. I try to figure out what to say to keep him from leaving and can only think of one thing. “What if they find me?”
“Trust me, nobody is going to bother you here,” Sam says without an ounce of hesitation.
“But how can you be so sure?” I ask. “What if you’re wrong and as soon as you’re gone, they come and kill me?”
“No one is going to kill you, Cora. You’re safe; and if someone bothers you, now you know how to use a gun.”
“I’m safe right now because you’re here!” I exclaim. “Can’t you just stay a little longer?”
“I’m supposed to get you settled in and then leave. That’s it. That’s the job.”
“Please stay for a few more days,” I beg.
“Days? There’s no way the, um, office would approve that.”
“Well, don’t you have vacation time? You could relax and enjoy the beach. I could cook you three homemade meals a day!”
Chuckling, he says, “I don’t need that much food.”
“Then what do you need?” I ask. “What can I do to convince you to stay a little longer, until I know for sure that I’m safe?”
“You are safe, woman!”
“But I would feel safer with you here in the house. Please?” I beg him.
“You really think you want me to stay here in the house with you?” he asks.
“Yes! Just a little longer. It’s a big house, and I don’t want to be alone, so whatever it takes to convince you to stay…”
The air is knocked out of my lungs a second later when Sam suddenly moves, slamming my back against the foyer wall. His much bigger body presses against the front of mine so tightly that his chest prevents mine from taking a full deep breath when I gasp in surprise at his attack. Still, I find myself unconsciously gripping his muscular shoulders, trying to pull him even closer.
“Whatever it takes, huh? You sure about that?” His voice deepens with a promise of something dark, his lips invitingly close. I wet mine with my tongue to get ready for his mouth, which I hope is just as dominating as the rest of his body.
“Y-yes.”
“How about I show you the only thing I would want from you three times a day?” he asks. His large palm somehow wedges between our bodies. I suck in all the oxygen in the room when he cups my sex possessively through the thin fabric of my dress and panties. “Ah, there it is,” he whispers as he rubs me a few rough times through the layers before snaking his hand up my dress then down into the front of my panties to get to my bare flesh. My head falls back, hitting the wall hard when I moan in response to his thick fingers invading me a second later. Yes! This is exactly what I wanted from him!
“Fuck three times a day,” he grumbles, his chest rising and falling faster and faster while his dark eyes hold mine captive, his lips still hovering nearby but refusing to close the distance. I would do it myself, but my entire body is frozen in place, glued to the wall from head to toe thanks to the way his fingers are now moving in and out of me, slowly but very deliberately. “I would want this tight, wet pussy whenever my dick gets hard. You going to give it to me if I stay?”
“Yes,” I squeak out, barely above a whisper.
“What was that?” he asks, tilting his ear to my lips while he keeps shoving his fingers in and out of me so good my thighs are clenching around his hand, fists tightening on his shoulders as I get closer and closer to getting off.
“Yes!” I exclaim when my inner walls quiver with the beginnings of an orgasm…just before Sam completely removes his fingers from my sex. My body sags in disappointment at the sudden loss. I want more! Why did he stop?
Both hands now flattening on the wall next to my head, close enough for me to smell my arousal on them,