My perfect toy clutched and milked me until my fingers dug into her hips and my legs shook. My come shot out to join hers. It felt like an endless stream, and even then, she didn't stop squeezing me.
Chapter 16
Everly
It was now duly noted—Silas was an extremely jealous man.
After our shower, he rubbed cream onto my ass gently, but it didn’t do much to soothe the sting.
And when I tried to leave the bedroom to grab some water, he followed me downstairs with his arm clamped around my waist like I might go sit on a dildo the second he let go.
Connie was already at the island, flipping through Good Housekeeping with a cup of tea. Her eyebrow climbed to her hairline the second she saw us.
“You might want to consider soundproofing the office,” she drawled with a smirk.
“Or buy her a mouth gag,” Silas muttered, releasing me to open the fridge.
“Dinner was ready…” Connie glanced at the clock. “Twenty-five minutes ago.”
“Why are you both ganging up on me?” I asked with a pout.
But honestly?
This was the first time I felt like I belonged.
Connie winked at me, and Silas opened the bottle of water before handing it over.
It wasn’t the action that held my gaze—it was the softness in his eyes.
A rare thing. Especially from a man like Silas.
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Six weeks later, the only pain in my ass was Silas—and not in the kinky way.
I slapped his hand when he tried to button my shirt again.
“The clinic couldn’t get a female technician,” he growled.
“And?” I poked his chest. “You’re the one who said you didn’t believe the pregnancy test. You insisted on a same-day appointment—with a man.”
Lawrence coughed politely, which only darkened Silas’s expression.
“Do you think the medical professional has never seen a woman’s neck before?” I continued, shifting uncomfortably. I’d downed so much water for this appointment, I was ready to burst. “Or cleavage? Or—God forbid—a belly button?”
“He doesn’t need to see yours,” Silas muttered, jaw flexing as he grabbed my hoodie off the seat and shoved it toward me like modesty was going to save us all.
I glared. “He’s not auditioning me for Pornhub. He’s waving a wand over my uterus.”
Lawrence coughed again—this time it definitely sounded like a laugh—but wisely turned away, suddenly fascinated by the clinic’s bland wall art.
Silas was not amused.
“This is a violation of your privacy,” he said stiffly. “I’m merely protecting what’s mine.”
“You insisted on proof,” I snapped, yanking the hoodie on. “So now we’re here. Live with it.”
“I don’t like it.”
