Silas must have been planning this. He must have remembered my comment about being vers and down to bottom.He’d been tipsy and focused on other things, yet he’d paid attention.
He sucked and fingered me until I loosened up. Then he sat back to roll on a condom. “Can’t wait until my test results come back and we can do this bare.”
I shivered. “You got tested?”
“Yeah. Of course. I’m on PreP, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since we met, but I want to be safe.”
“You really were gone for me, huh?” I teased. “No one else.”
He rolled his eyes. “Are you telling me there was someone else for you?”
“Well, there was this one guy…”
He pinched my inner thigh, making me yelp.
“No, of course not!” I said. “I was totally hung up on you, Sy. No one else would do.”
“Same.”
Our eyes met, an arc of understanding passing between us. This was never one-sided. We both were in this from the beginning.
Silas had to confront his fears, had to figure out how to trust his heart again, but his heart wanted me as much as I wanted him.
He pushed inside me, going slow, but it was still a stretch. I sucked in a sharp breath at the burn of entry. He slowed and kissed me through it, reaching down to stroke my flagging erection.
I adjusted to the intrusion. My body remembered the pleasure just out of reach. “I’m good. You can move.”
Silas let out a gusty breath of relief and rocked his hips. He retreated, only to push in deeper and fill me even morecompletely.
His strokes were slow but steady, angled to rub against my prostate.
“Faster, Sy. Harder.”
He picked up the pace, slamming into me. Thrust after thrust tore moans and groans from me. I reached for my cock, but he beat me to it, wrapping his slender fingers around my shaft and stroking me to the tempo of his dick.
I came apart, shuddering under him, gasping as I came, his cock still buried deep inside of me. He rocked into my body, grinding deep, and then cried out as his climax hit too.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing ragged, and I wrapped my arms around him. His dick was still in me, softening, but I was in no hurry for him to move.
He kissed my collar bone. “Love you so much.”
I stroked his back, thinking I could handle fifty-plus more years of this. Silas in my arms, giving me the words I’d never thought I’d get to hear.
“I love you too.”
CHAPTER 27
Silas
Taco Loco was slammedSaturday night.
I made my way between tables, arm behind my back so I could keep my fingers linked with Bryson’s as I led him toward Maverick, Jamie, and their boyfriends.
We’d skipped our usual Happy Hour this week to meet up for a group date. I’d scoffed at the idea when I’d been single, fearing I’d be the fifth wheel. I glanced over my shoulder to smile at my boyfriend. I’d never have to worry about that again.
Paxton glared over at us from the bar. He always noticed me, even if I tried to fly under the radar. Bryson employed a different technique, raising his free hand in a wave.
“Hey, Pax! Having a good night?”
