Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,27

she starts, but I don’t wait for her to finish.

“It wasn’t bad.” I don’t want her putting any sort of labels on what we did. It was sex. Plain and simple. Not amazing and definitely not earth-shattering. I’ve had better. Haven’t I? Hell, I’m sure I have, but I just can’t seem to recall a specific time off the top of my head. That’s the thing about paying for sex, it’s never anything close to extraordinary, which is how I prefer to keep it. Never again do I want it to be so good with one woman that I miss it when she’s gone.

Finally, I come up with an idea for payment…

“I’m going to go buy you a phone,” I announce while zipping my spent dick back up in my pants. The several hundred-dollar device is well worth the cost of fucking Cora bareback. I don’t care if I have to leave the island and drive a hundred miles to find one. It’s the least I can do for nearly pulling her hair out and no doubt leaving bruises on her hip. Not to mention the damage I probably did to the inside of her. Or the additional damage I’m already looking forward to inflicting on her again later.

Chapter Thirteen

Cora

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One minute Sam is inside of me, and the next he’s out the door, leaving me in a boneless pile on the floor.

At least he said he would be back.

Everything happened so fast that I’m grateful for the time alone to try and let my head catch up to what just happened to my body.

My sex is still clenching around emptiness, seeking out the source that gave it so much pleasure. I need to go to the bathroom and clean up the mess leaking out of me, but I don’t think my legs will work just yet.

As far as first times with a man go, that was…memorable, to say the least. I just wish I knew where we stand. Sam’s coming back, but is he going to stay tonight or leave once he brings me the phone he promised?

And why did he suddenly have the urge to go and get me a phone right after we finished?

That man is so confusing.

Except, I shouldn’t be confused since he made it clear that he was only fucking me because I begged for it. I need to take that statement at face value. If he stays, it’s because he expects more sex. I know that. I’m the one who basically suggested it. At the moment it sounded like a pretty good trade – his companionship in exchange for letting him inside me whenever he wants.

The truth is, I feel safe with Sam around. Maybe I don’t have anything to worry about here on the island, but I feel better with him nearby.

And if sex with him means getting more of those incredible orgasms, well, I’m all in. That was the first time I ever came during intercourse. Can’t say that I’ve ever had sex standing up against a wall either.

Except, now that I think about, he never kissed me. Not even once. That’s always what comes first. I’ve never slept with a man I haven’t at least kissed a few times first.

I’m not sure what came over me, why I offered myself up like that other than I’m desperate.

It’s nice having someone helping me, looking after me, even if he doesn’t care about me and is just doing his job.

Silas

* * *

There was a store that sold phones on the island; but after making the purchase, I take my time before going back to the house. I somehow find myself buying some clothes, a pair of khakis, another white button up, and a plain black tee, since I’m apparently staying on the island a little longer and my suit is in desperate need of dry cleaning. Will I stick around another day? Maybe two? I don’t fucking know how long I’m going to stay yet. However long it takes until I get bored fucking Cora or she revokes her offer. It shouldn’t be long on my end, not when I’ll feel obligated to shell out more cash every time I bang her brains out.

For a split second, I consider calling Malcolm to give him an update, figuring the police are about to report Cora missing, but then I think better of it. I have no doubt what our president will tell me – come home.

And since I’m not ready to go home